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THE SUPRISE !
Hey lady! I will pay.” I turned to see who was stopping me from paying for the things. I had bought it from the mall; it became my wonderful friend, my messiah! The one that had saved me twice from me, Paul. Paul was looking fresh, with his well-tailored suit, slim, tall, confident, he wore the most attractive smile I have ever seen, I was shocked to see him, yet excited, before I could realize what was happening, I had rushed into the arms of the one, I had loved. We embraced for a very long time. He held on to me and of course, I wanted it so, rocking and patting me like a little sister. He looked at me and I did the same. We both laughed and laughed. It was a big surprise.
“What are you doing in this place, Paul?” I asked, “I should be asking you, you know?” he replied. I told him how I came there to serve the nation. “Wow! Isn’t it interesting, that you came to meet me here?” He was actually in the town as a manager of an orgaRelated chapters
THE REJECTED STONE THE CONFUSION
Insomnia! Yes, I had insomnia. I could not sleep for days. I was simply not myself. I called my office to inform my superior of my health issue. I was given sick leave. I made sure my phone was off so that I would not be tempted to speak with anybody. I wanted to be alone.Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. I got up to open the door, only to see Demola. I managed to greet him because I was giddy and felt imbalance and before I could turn around, I saw myself on the floor.Demola was taken by surprise, he picked me up from the floor like a small baby and set me properly on the sofa. I needed to take water, for I felt weak to talk, I had to use my hand to talk. He quickly went to the kitchen, boiled water, and gave me a hot tea. He was able to find his way around. He prepared the tea the way I loved it. It gave me enough strength. I appreciated his coming, sipping my tea. My strength returned having taken two slices of buttered bread and a very hot tea.“How we
THE REJECTED STONE TWISTED
CHAPTER THIRTEENTWISTEDMy heart yearned more for Paul. The thought of us going on a special date filled my heart. I long for him to hold me in his hands and take me to the top of the mountains and take me back. I concluded that I love Paul. I was still thinking about him when he came knocking. I had been lost in thinking that I forgot to dress for the night. I opened the door for him and asked him to wait some minutes. “You mean you are not dressed up?” Paul exclaimed. “I’m sorry Paul, I’ll soon be here, give me just ten minutes,” I said. “Okay. I guess I have no choice but to wait. After all, it’s your night, I’m all yours.” He said. “Thanks, love,” I gave him a peck on his cheeks. “if you continue this way, we may end up not going,” he said lovingly, touching the cheek I pecked. “Almost done dressing,” I shouted from the bedroom. I must look my best, thank God I had go
THE REJECTED STONE THE RESOLVE
My phone rang, “why did you walk out of me yesterday? When you were passing through your lowest ebb, I was right there with you. Couldn’t you have stayed with me? Yes, I goofed, but I never meant to, j-just that I couldn’t help thinking of you. Do you blame a man for falling for someone who never and will never care? I tried to prove my love for you but you have been treating it as nothing. I have come to terms with the fact that you love Paul and it’s only Paul you want and will never want. You are free to follow your heart. I do not want to come in between you again.” I wanted to talk but Demola stopped me and said, “Do you think I need your pity? No! No! Never. I mean you are free to go to your Paul.” He hung up. I kept on thinking of what to do. Paul had resolved not to marry me but we would just be friends. Now Demola too was giving up on me. What do I do now?I had to make a call to Janet, I told her my dilemma. Janet is now marri
THE REJECTED STONE ANOTHER WOMAN
“Who is Demola? “I was woken up in the voice of my colleague. I slept off because I was thinking about Paul and Demola. He woke me up because I kept on saying: it's Demola I want. He was asking me who Demola was. “Demola is a dear friend of mine: I replied, “That means you are in love with him. Good, make sure you tell him, please. He answered.” And who told you he is not aware”. I responded. I doubt if he knows, there is a way you were shouting his name that indicated he may not be aware, tell him” that what was he replied me. I asked myself again “who is Demola? To which I replied: Demola is a guy I’m beginning to fall in love with. He is handsome, intelligent, and knows how to care for a woman, what else? He works in a good establishment, he can take care of me, “But is he born again, is he converted from the system of the world? If I marry him, will the marriage last? Doesn’t he womanize? Those were the thoughts g
THE REJECTED STONE I CHOSE YOU
It was becoming clearer that Demola is a ladies' man. Tall, fair in complexion, broad-chested, pointed nose, intimidating posture, very handsome, walk straight, deep voice, he has this unique look that can melt a strong heart. He can be caring and tender if he wants to but firm. He goes for what he wants and can be a bit ruthless. He believes he is well paid, hardworking and it seems he is everything a lady wants.He called before I slept telling me “Never forget that I love you dearly, I chose you above all other ladies I’ve ever met or will meet. You are mine forever.” He hung up before I could reply. This kept me thinking all through the night. ‘This guy knows how to get my attention I cannot say I’ve fallen in love with him, he knows and how to play the game. Very intelligent guy, could this not be a trap.? Why me Lord! Why me! Why can’t I resist his moves? Now I’m officially engaged to him. Well, engagement can be broken until I’m very sure I want to spend the rest of
THE REJECTED STONE YOU AGAIN
“How much do I pay you so that you leave my man alone?” that was Mabel calling me using another phone. I was able to recognize her voice. It’s a little bit deep and distinct. “are you hearing me, don’t hang up on me. I’m asking for a deal with you to show how much I value Demola Brown. Hello! Can you hear me, are you still there?.” I kept quiet thinking of what to say, but words weren’t coming out. When she was fed up, she cut the call herself.Demola later called asking me if I’ve taken my lunch, I told him I’ve not but about to. He told me to wait for him that he was coming to pick me up in the office. He came in and we went to our usual restaurant. He noticed that I was unusually quietDEMOLA: what’s on your mind, my sweet?JENNIFER: Nothing serious, don’t bother.DEMOLA: if you do not tell me, how would I know what troubles you?He came to my side and planted a soft kiss
THE REJECTED STONE THE PLAN
It seemed the models in Demola’s company are bent on pulling him down. They planned to manipulate him knowing his area of weakness. He makes up his mind to stick to me but wouldn’t allow him to keep his promise.Demola had gone to their department to organize them for a show. They do organize a fair called ‘FASHIONISTA.’ They engage designers, top designers to sow lovely clothing ranging from formal wear and maternity wear. They get their own paid models to display the clothing to big men in society. They come and watch, then buy. The company makes a lot of money from such. The price tags are unusually high but they are not common designs, but special ones for special people. They pay through their noses to get the best styles. Such occasions were never for common people, they invite top personalities like top actors, television personalities, bankers, business tycoons, politicians, and what have you. They seek to satisfy their desires for specialty. You
THE REJECTED STONE GREAT SUCCESS
“It’s a great success baby! Demola held me by the waist close to him.” “I’m happy for you my love. The program was a huge success and everyone was excited. Indeed it was wonderful. I made sure I attended the fair show. A lot of dignitaries turned up, different politicians, Chief executive officers, Media personalities, and numerous people too many to mention. The designers were impeccable, brought out assorted designers to fit the taste of the people, casual, formal, dinner dresses. What amazed me was the use of the fabric called Ankara. It was mixed with other materials to make these varieties of dresses. It was wow! Wow! I mean pretty wow! It took my breath away. The models were good. Took their time to showcase the designs to the admiration of the people. People cheered and clapped. It was a funfair display of wonderful designers. After the display of designers, they had lots of them already for purchase. They sold almost all the clothes. It was show
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