"I do, Desmond. And yes, I said so, but I was only trying to come up with excuses not to love you because you don't love. You stopped loving. I didn't plan on falling in love with you. I didn't want to get hurt. It just happened. And I'm sorry. I am sorry for everything."
In less than a second, he was hugging her. Oddly, he felt relieved as he did so. He sighed as he noticed her leaning into him. It was as if she needed that and was waiting for him to do so. "You don't have to be sorry. Look at me," he said and put her at arm's length.
She locked eyes with him. His eyes were searching hers as if there was something he was looking for. And he seemed so sad and happy at the same time.
"I love you, Faith. Everything is all complicated but that is how I feel. When you subm
"What! They were lovers? Are you kidding?" Faith exclaimed as she set down a cup of coffee on the table for Desmond. He had just told her what she could have never imagined in her wildest dreams. How could her best friend and his best friend be lovers? Well, they used to be. But no one told her. Eunice never mentioned that, but she remembered her sulking over an ex that she didn't know and her friend didn't want to talk to her about it. But to imagine that to be Adamson? Wow! She remembered when they had gone to his birthday party. She had asked Eunice if she knew the celebrant, but she had said Adamson was her friend's boss. Desmond nodded. "I'm not kidding." "Oh, my God! When did you know? And why didn't you tell me?"
Desmond Anderson gently placed his elbows on his desk as he listened to the woman who was pouring out her matters to him, hoping for a perfect solution. He was known to be a famous counselor on relationship issues and as an erotologist. He knew much about the issues that people always bring to him and offer them the best solution he knew. He hates to see people's hearts getting broken by the ones they love. He hates to see young ladies crying as a result of broken hearts.
Faith Smith dressed hurriedly in her room at the command of her best friend who wanted her to follow her to a party that night. Faith had insisted that she would not be able to go as a result of the night. It was too late to go to a party,but her friend had been so persistent. She had convinced her that they were going to have the best fun of their lives so far and with Eunice's angelic tone of conviction, she could not say no."O
"Hey, Miss," a young man said to Faith, admiring her from head to toe and lucked his lower lip. "Wow! You're gorgeous," he added in appreciation of her beauty.Faith turned away from Mr. Fish to where the voice was coming from behind her. 'Oh! He must be from the family of apes. How can he be so ugly? Ugh!' she pondered as she shook her head and her face expressing discomfort.
Faith Smith turned from side to side as she was sleeping soundly on a Monday morning. She had turned off her alarm when it had gone off since she was so tired from the previous day's night party.She had sneaked in at dawn when her mother was probably still asleep. Her prayer was for her mother not to notice that.
Ava knelt before her parents in their luxurious sitting room, pleading with tears. She had been begging for their approval of her courtship, but her parents, most especially her mother, wouldn't yield to what she was saying. Her mother kept telling her to find another man that was suitable for her."Mum, I love this guy. He is the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with. No one else," Ava persisted.
'Driver?' Faith wondered as she entered into the gate of the big firm called Anderson consults. She found herself looking in amazement at the big firm and had her mouth agape after entering the front gate."Hey! Where do you think you are going that you just enter like that?" A man in a security uniform said to her, making her turn back and glare at him.
The strict man, also Mr Fish, stared at her rather expressionless. He took his seat once again with a calm gesture to the seat before him, which was separated by a large desk.Faith shut her mouth and went to sit on the offered chair, but not tearing her eyes away from his face. 'Mr strict fish,' she concluded the name in her mind which, to her surprise, made the man look back at her after he had looked a