EXCERPT: Caught Pants Down. When you realize many people are involved. (unedited draft)

 Written by 

Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

The walls were painted with several layers of attractive colors and the floor lined with beautiful tiles to match. The wooden furniture were perfect for the office. There was a split air conditioner unit on the wall, TV set and next to them was Jim’s portrait. Chairs and table were in a corner. His computer sat comfortably on one side of the table. The window blinds were neat. The curtains slightly drawn and the atmosphere smelled nicely. Jim Paterson has good taste. It was easy to see the world that the man belongs. He must be eternally grateful for what life has given him. He was neither rich nor poor. But of course, he was in the middle of both extremes.

Jim Paterson went round the large table that was the size of an Olympic stadium and sank into his favorite seat. He glanced up at the woman who had followed him into the office. It was easy to tell from her look that she was impressed. “Please, sit down. What can I offer you?” Jim took his remote on the table, he faced the TV set on the wall and put it on.

The lady’s eyes travelled round the office and then back to Jim before she quietly sat down on the empty seat in front of him. She slammed her bag on the table. She adjusted her beautiful frame as he fixed his gaze on her. “Actually,” she began. “I don’t think I need any drink now but if you can give me the money, I will appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Jim said. He brought out his wallet. He took out some cash and gave them to the lady.

“Thank you,” she said almost a million times. She stretched out her hand and took the money from him. She grabbed her bag and placed the money inside. She lowered the bag and placed it on the floor beside her.

Her move seemed a bit awkward. Jim swallowed hard and asked, “Do you have a name? I am impressed the way you greet me. Sadly, I have never bothered to ask your name.”

“You are right. My name is Elizabeth.”

“That sounds nice. I am Jim Paterson. Can we be friends?”

“Yes, we are already friends,” she smiled. She rubbed her hands gleefully together.

“Thank you!” he sat up. “Can you tell me more about yourself?”

“Of course, I can. But I will start with you first.”

Jim laughed. “I don’t understand. Why do you want to start with me?”

“Isn’t it a good idea?”

“I don’t know.”

“I want to tell you how I knew you,” she said.

“Me? I thought the greetings were just one of those things. There was no strings attached.”

“I know you will be surprised if I say this. But it is true. I have someone who knows you. He told me so much about you,” she revealed.

Jim sat up curiously and crossed his hands over his body. “What did the fellow tell you about me?”

“Calm down. They were kind words. If what he said about you were not pleasant, I won’t be here.”

“Oh! Who is this person?”

“Frank!” she disclosed.

“Frank?”

“Yes! He’s my uncle!” she smiled and their eyes met.

Jim sank into his seat and sighed. “Frank promised to see me today but I’m not sure he will make it again.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “It is getting late. He’s the one I was waiting for.”

“I doubt he will come here this evening because he told me he will be travelling tonight. He should be out of town now.”

“I am aware of the trip. We planned to meet briefly this evening before he leaves.”

“I won’t be surprised if he finally show up.”

“So you and Frank live under the same roof and I never knew?”

“That’s because you hardly visit him. The only time you came to the house, I was not around. When I came back from work, Frank told me you came. He is all over the moon with you. That man can’t stop talking about you. I must confess, he truly loves you!”

“Yes, I know he loves me,” Jim giggled. “The only time I came to him, we spent nearly the whole day together in that house. He told me he lives with a relation. I never knew it was you.”

“That is life,” she smiled.

There was silence momentarily as Jim was distracted by the good music on the TV.

Elizabeth glanced at her wrist watch. “I have been on the road all day,” she slowly said.

Jim gently turned to her. “It is written all over you,” he remarked. “You look tired. I guess you have to go home now.”

“Yes, I have to go but I wish I could spend more time with you. Now I know why my uncle is always here. You are fun to be with.”

“Thank you. If I invite you some other time, will you honor it?”

“No doubt. If I am free, I will come.”

“Okay,” Jim said. He grabbed a pen and paper from the table and passed them to her. “Please, leave your contact. I will get in touch with you.”

“No problem.”

As she took the pen and paper and put down her contact, Jim rose to his feet. He went to his new friend. He stood beside her. “You are here for the first time but it looks as if we have been friends for ages.”

Elizabeth smiled. She glanced up at him. “That is true,” she nodded.

“I hope you will give me a hug before you leave,” he said politely. “That’s what good friends do.”

“Yes.”

The look on his face was expressive. Jim was already dreaming of something. Whether it was going to prevail or not was down to the perception of the lady.

Elizabeth thought it was not a bad idea to embrace her new friend. Gently, she dropped the pen on the paper. She adjusted her dress and rose to her feet. Jim threw his hands open and she crawled onto his arm. Jim felt the weight of her boobs and hope things stayed that way into the foreseeable future.

Her large boobs filled the room and the walls fell on Jim. As she hugged him almost a million times, Jim felt her nipples. The pebbles were hard and sensitive. You can’t stumble on the pebble and not feel some discomfort between your legs.  

Jim could not believe that she was so endowed. He may never had known that beneath the purple shirt were large saggy tits begging for attention if he had not taken the long, hard road to request for a hug. Just like the handshake that exceeds the elbow and then cause all sorts of discomfort, his left hand travelled slowly up the river and finally arrived at the fountain. They were tempting. Whether it was deliberate to find out what stuff she was made of or how much strength she could wield at the slightest provocation, she was caught. Jim found her out. She began to breathe fast, panting like a terrified lizard. Jim thought it was an invitation to get everything under wraps. He took one of the large fountains in his hand. It was graceful and erotic. The weight of it nearly choked him. She had soaked enough of the pressure and could no longer hold herself together. The savory, the beauty and the strength kept Jim on the path to great things.

Mere getting his fingers on the boobs were simply not enough to achieve something remarkable. It was like scratching the surface of a goldmine. You may never get enough of the treasure underneath the earth until you work your way in. Jim had to dig deep because she was there for the taking. He raised her shirt. He had the luxury of seeing the shapes. Slightly tanned fruits dangled before the large balls that sat in the socket of his skull. They were massive, saggy tits. His fingers reached for the nipple. He squeezed and pulled it gently. Jim beamed with smile as if he had won a trophy!

“Oh, take is easy,” she moaned quietly. “I like it when you go slowly.”

“Okay,” Jim spoke and switched to the other nipple. There was a need to spread the pleasure to all corners of the earth. He applied a little pressure and her body vibrated. Jim leaned forward. He took the nipple in the mouth and wrapped his long and wet tongue around it. He began to twist and touch her body gently, cleverly and extensively.

The man seemed to have struck the right note as the lady shuddered. “Oh, god,” she cried. “You are so sweet! I have been missing a real man all my life!” Elizabeth wrapped her hands around Jim. As Jim worked on her, she moved her hand down his body. Jim was hard in his pants when her finger finally touched his dick. The gift was carefully wrapped in the bag and would need unveiling. She squeezed him gently. “You have something between your legs,” she remarked. “Your dick is big.”

“Hmm…I know,” Jim smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Wait,” she said. “I need to get the gift out of the bag!”

Jim paused to see what she was going to do.

She unzipped his trousers and took out his penis. “Oh, I said it! You are a man!” Elizabeth shook her head.

You can get the feeling of being told that you have potentials between your legs. It’s enough to drive a man crazy!

She went down slowly on her knees as Jim fixed his gaze on her. “I have never seen something bigger,” she glanced up and revealed.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, quietly.

“Yes,” she cocked her head slowly.

Jim smiled as Elizabeth took his dick in her hand. It was growing bigger and harder as she stroke it mildly. Then she took it in her mouth. Jim’s cock filled her as she began to suck and pull his body back and forth.

“Ah,” Jim groaned. He shut his eyes and faced the ceiling. He placed his hands on her head and stroked her gently. Jim enjoyed the touch. It was graceful and the atmosphere was electrifying. Jim began to moan aloud as Elizabeth dominated and kept him under control. She went for his balls and licked it as if it was lollipop. Jim could not believe that the lady he thought was innocent was wild and free. “I never thought this was possible today,” he managed to croak. “You are killing me!”

“I love your dick,” she said. “It’s the kind of stuff I want inside my pussy.” As she worked on him, Jim tried to get his hand on her boobs but she held him. She raised her head, “No. Don’t worry about my boobs. Concentrate so that you can enjoy me.”

“Okay,” Jim cocked his head. He leaned on his table and watched her worked on his massive dick. She already had Jim where she wanted—under her control, shuddering at her feet. As his body vibrated vehemently, Jim felt he was going to erupt if she does not end the blowjob. “Please, stop before I mess you up,” he cried, panting.

“Hmm…I will,” she replied. She pinned him to the table and increase the intensity. The salty fluid were at the corridor, waiting to be unleashed. The salty creatures jostled to leave the station and embark on the journey of no return. They left Jim vibrating and saying all sorts of things that one could hardly hear. She leaned in to run her tongue across his cock, seeking the delicious, salty stuff that will be discharged from the tiny mouth. It was well orchestrated. Together, they make the journey memorable. His dick cried out to be touched and handled in an extraordinary way. She stroked him hard with each of her hand, feeling that something important was about to happen.

From the tiny mouth on the dick, a fountain of liquid, crystal clear like the river, but thicker than water—shot forth. When Jim started coming, a large drop of the cream sprayed into her mouth.

She jerked back. Her mouth opened and the thick white cum drooled out and ran slowly down her chin. Her gaze was on the tiny mouth on the massive dick between Jim’s legs which continued to spout portion of white liquid. The taste of Jim’s cum was wonderful.

Jim was exhausted but the lady carefully swallowed the liquid and licked her fingers. “You taste so nice,” she told him. Like a cat with nine lives, she looked as if she had only started. She was ready to drain every fluid out of him if given the chance. “I wanted you to fuck me,” she told Jim. “I need to be sure of what I am getting into. I don’t want to have a sick cock inside of me. But the time is far spent. We will do it some other time.”

“Sure,” Jim nodded his head as his penis progressively shriveled. “It is will be memorable.”

“Do you have a shower here?” she asked with an eye on his cock. Not sure whether her decision not to allow Jim drill her pussy today was the best.

“Yes,” Jim answered. He brought out his handkerchief and steadily cleaned his dick.  

“I need to use it,” she said.

He pointed to the door at the extreme. “Go there and get yourself cleaned up.”

As she rose to her feet and gathered her things, they heard a knock on the door. “Jim,” the voice sounded from the other side.

“That is Frank,” Jim whispered to her. “Go! Go to the shower quickly. And lock the door from the inside!”

Elizabeth managed to get into the bathroom and secured the door but Jim was unfortunate. His trousers still hung loosely to his waist when Frank opened the door and entered the office. He had his luggage with him, which weighed a ton.

Bad Santa by Kiru Taye

 Although Gina Badu is a good girl all-year-round, she knows her Christmas wish will never come true. Not with a recent divorce, late parents and a sister who courts trouble.

 

Then Santa abducts her in the middle of the night. Except this Santa is terrible—a silver fox of a tattooed fallen angel.

 

Osagie Peters is a ruthless, cartel boss whose dark soul threatens to consume her. He scares her as much as he fascinates her. It seems he’s got her on the naughty list. Still, there’s a chance she might have a Merry Christmas after all.

 

Osagie: Bad Santa is an Enders series romantic suspense novella and is the prequel to Osagie: King of Clubs. Osagie was first introduced in Xandra: Killer of Kings, Enders series book 2.

 

Content warning: kidnapping.

 

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 One More Night by Rosemary Okafor

A night with Grace’s ex husband reignites old feelings she thought long buried and provides a second chance for her dead marriage. With a world of uncertainty between them, they must determine if the reasons that tore them apart in the first place will do so again. Imelda has known one kind of love—hard, stressful and abusive. Then she crosses paths with Kolawole, a far cry from her usual taste in men. With an old debt to pay, forced loyalty and blackmail, can she walk away from an old relationship that threatens to tear her apart? Chinyeaka’s life has not been easy. But she’s determined to get the future she deserves by any means necessary.

 

One More Night weaves the stories of these women as they search for love, second chances, forgiveness and self rediscovery. 

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Does True Love Exist? When you have a Bitter Woman in your Life, you can Hardly Experience True Love

 From the work in progress, Love Birds 

  by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Jimmy was in the hospital for many days while I mourned the death of Dalmos quietly. His body had been recovered in the wreckage and buried. Losing him was painful. It was like I had lost a vital part of me.

Jimmy and I did not talk for days while I waited at his bed side for his recovery but he knew I had spent some days at the hospital with him. His refusal to talk to me, only suggested that he was still angry with me and I understood his pains. I have counted my losses and was ready to move on. I just wanted him to recover before I exit his life altogether. I thought it would be too bad for me to abandon him midway into the crisis. It wasn’t a good way to show appreciation. He had been so nice to me. The only way I could pay back is to wait and help him get back on his feet. Or at most, wait until he is discharged from the hospital.  

His attitude did not come as a surprise to me. I would do the same if I was in his shoes. It hurts if someone you love breaks your heart. Once he is back on his feet, I will apologize. It is left for him to accept my apology or not. If he chooses not to, I will not hold any grudge against him because he has done more than enough for me.  

One of the doctors came in to check him. After the long random exercise, he was impressed with Jimmy’s recovery. “You are good sir,” the doctor noted.

“Thank you,” Jimmy smiled.

 “You are good to go.”

“When will I be discharged?” Jimmy asked, making a face.

“Hopefully, tomorrow. If your body continues to progress at the rate at which it is going now, the hospital will have no need of you here. You should be on your way home by this time tomorrow,” assured the doctor.

“That will be fine,” Jimmy muttered. “Thank you.”

The doctor turned to me, his face broke into a gap toothed smile, he said, “Madam, I commend you for hanging around for this long. It takes love to do so. You are truly loyal to your man. Keep it. Up!”

“Thank you, doctor,” I responded.

“I wish you all the best.” He gathered his files and walked out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, I stared at Jimmy. He adjusted his huge frame on the bed. He cleared his throat and said quietly, “Have you started seeing him too? You know you shouldn’t be here.”

My heart raced. My eyes were flooded with tears. I went near the bed and fell on my knees. “Jimmy, please forgive me,” I held his hand and pleaded remorsefully. I pulled his hand close to my chest and wept silently. “Please, forgive me! I failed you! I know what I did was wrong!”

Jimmy slowly removed his hand and turned the other way. He faced the wall and said, “I know why you cheated on me. I am a terrible creature but I will overcome! I will beat this shit! I promise you!”

“Yes,” I nodded a million times. “I believe you will overcome…”

“If you believe, why did you have sex with Dalmos in my house?”

Frozen. When I finally tried to talk, my voice quivered, “Er…em…”

“I caught you red-handed. You have no respect for me.”

“No, Jimmy! I respect you!”

“No, you don’t. The night that he saved me was the worst day of my life. I almost told him the next day that he would have allowed the truck to knock me over than saving me. I should better be allowed to die than be alive to see him sleeping with you under my roof. It was hard to take. Just like the previous night, you people outnumbered me and I was too fragile to take on the both of you. I was at a disadvantage and it will be painful if I had to die for something that doesn’t worth it.

“I had to mask my frustration with a smile and pretend as if all was well. No man in his right senses would do that to his fellow man. After you have saved a man from the jaws of death, you then turn around to have sex with his would be wife right under his nose. Dalmos is crazy! Where is his humanity? He was lucky I had no gun. Who knows what would have happened to him? Perhaps, I would have taken his life. Many things crossed my mind. But for some reasons, I decided to be discreet.

“I woke up that night. I heard you moaning in the showers even though you tried to conceal it and control yourself. I could still hear you faintly. First, I dashed into my control room and checked the CCTV camera to be sure of what was going on around my house. When I checked the surrounding and there was no strange movements, I viewed the monitors inside the house. I saw you and Dalmos having sex in the shower. To be sure that I wasn’t under the spell of liquor, I decided to confirm this myself. Initially, I thought he was a thief who was taking advantage of you. So I grabbed a club from under my bed and stole on silent feet to the shower.

“I thought some thief had broken into the house and you were being raped in the shower. So I carried myself there. What I saw did not look like a rape scene. I could see the chemistry between the both of you. It was purely consensual. Something that can only happen between lovers. Dalmos didn’t look like a rapist or thief under the shower. The two of you were tearing each other and I could hardly tell who was enjoying it the most.

“I wanted to react but I feared that the two of you could kill me. Of what use will that be? I thought about the good things that I inherited from my late father—the houses, the companies and beautiful lands across the country. Why should I risk everything for a woman that has no respect for me? I was hurt that night. You shattered me. I quietly returned to the room, slipped the club back under the bed and went back to sleep. Your shortcomings did not stop me from going to see your parents. I really did not want to marry you again after that incident but due to one reason or the other, I had to hang on. You could see the anguish on his face. Dalmos could not hide his frustration when he learnt we are getting married. It is true that I am weak but I have a good heart.

“Lizzy, we do not deserve one another. I cannot sexually satisfy you because most of the time you need me, if I am not drunk, I will not be available. I was a terrible curse to you and myself. I know your pains. I understand how terrible it is to need sex and you do not get it from your lover. I have thought about this. And I am worried that our relationship will not last. I blamed myself for everything. If I had not come home drunk, Dalmos would never had sex with you under my roof that night. I cannot rule the possibility of you having sex with him or another man in someplace else since we were not legally married. But he cannot be so bold to have you under my roof if I had played my cards well. It was my entire fault!”

“No, it is not entirely your fault. I am equally guilty. Please, find a place in your heart to forgive me,” I cried. “I was the one that let you down…”

He paused and turned to me. He stared at me for a moment. Then he gazed at the ceiling and said, “To forgive is one thing, and to forget is another. I am not bitter about what had transpired. I will suggest that you leave me. I cannot be useful to you. Even though we come back together, I cannot guarantee that I will be okay. I have my reasons. I am a troubled man. I have a past that haunts me.”

“Why do you think we cannot be together?” I asked.

“I am careful not to blame you. Deep down in my heart, I know I am the reason why things are like this. If you want to hear, then you must raise me up. I need to sit down so that I can explain some things to you. If all that you need from me is money, you may not have landed yourself in trouble. But if you are expecting to marry me, you will need to look elsewhere. I will never advise anyone to stay with a man who has a troubled life. It will surely rub off on you.”

“No matter what you say,” I rose to my feet and helped him to seat down on the bed. “Your imperfections shouldn’t give me the right to flirt around.”

“That is true,” he told me.

I walked back to my seat. I sat down, crossed my legs and faced him.

He swallowed hard and began, “Before I met you, I had several women in my life. One problem is that, they all left me the way they came. When I thought it was going to be smooth sailing, something strange would transpire and they will be gone. My problem started when I met Olga some years ago. She is one of the daughters of the paramount chief of Iba land. Olga was beautiful and charming. She was the best in terms of beauty. But Olga was a spoilt child. She was too extravagant for my liking. She was a curse to my finances. Olga had no control over anything. She wasteful and nearly wrecked the estates that I inherited from my late father with her extravagant lifestyle.

“One day, I decided it was time to stop her before she completely ruined me. I decided to end the relationship with Olga. I invited her over to my house so that we could talk things over a few bottles of beer. Not knowing what was to come, she honored the invitation. I felt telling her my mind in the house was safer than discussing such a sensitive matter in the public. Olga, in the past had shown some degrees of indecency and could be very violent at times. Sometimes I wonder if she does not need a psychiatrist evaluation. I have seen her assault people over minor issues and I didn’t want to take chances. She could rip my head off with an empty bottle. I know what she was capable of. She has short fuss and could lead to feats of rage. She could harm anyone when she is in that state of mind.

“I doubt if she could be overly violent in my house. It was a tricky situation. Considering how things are, it was the lesser of the two evils. I would rather have her in the house where I can easily be in control of things than expose myself to a full blown assault from a woman who is easily out of control. I had invited some friends to the house on that day. They are aware of what was going on between Olga and I. They were also in support that I let her go. As expected, I must be civil enough and show her some respect.

“As we drank quietly on the table with my friends, I broke the news to Olga. Just as I had anticipated, Olga erupted violently. She took a bottle from the table and aimed at me. The bottle missed me by a fraction and smashed the wall. Parts of the broken pieces flew into the left arm of one of the guys at the table. He still bear the scar till this day.

“Before she could wreck more havoc, my friends pounced on her and bundled her out of the house. When Olga left, I breathed a sigh of relief for I thought it was over between us. But that was just the beginning of my predicament. Olga kept my phone busy with calls and text messages for days and weeks, asking for forgiveness. Even though I would reply to say I had forgiven her, she wouldn’t stop. I was disillusioned because of the incessant messages and calls.

“Later, I realized that what forgiveness meant to Olga was that, we should come back together and carry on from where we had left it. She texted severally that if I had truly forgiven her, I should invite her for reconciliation. How do I return into the arms of a woman who knows nothing other than being wasteful and tepid? That to me is suicide. I cannot walk that old path again, It was a phase that I felt was gone for good.

“One day, I ran into Olga at a bar where I went for some bottles of beer. Seeing her ex, she rushed to my table and joined me. After we had exchanged pleasantries, Olga told me all that she wanted was a proper reconciliation. She is no longer bothered or worried about marrying me. She would move on once we had settled our differences amicably over some bottles of beer in a restaurant of her choosing. I fancied the idea because I just wanted her to stop calling or sending text messages every now and then. I agreed that we should meet. Then she left my table and returned to her corner.

“It was a big test and I had no inclination that the worse was to come. Few days later, Olga called and invited me to a bar somewhere in the trenches of Iba Town. On that day, I arrived with high hopes that I will be completely free from her whim and caprice. She ordered for drinks. As we drank to our hearts content, my phone rang. Since the bar was noisy and I could hardly hear what the caller was saying, I decided to step aside to answer the call. It was a wrong move that ruined my life. I would have moved with my bottle of beer or at least cover it properly. As I answered the call, Olga took advantage of innocence and drove a dagger into my chest.”

“She stabbed you?”

“No, she reached out for her purse, brought some concoction and poured it in my drink.”

“How do you know she poured concoction in your drink? It is hard to believe. I am trying to apply logic here. You said you moved away to answer your call. That action completely takes you out of the scene of the crime.”

“Yes, that is true. After she left, the bar tender approached me and asked if I drank from the bottle of beer on my table? His countenance fell after I told him I did. He looked at me as if my life was in grave danger. When I tried to find out what made him asked, he disclosed that when I stepped out to answer the call, he saw the woman that sat with me on the table poured something in my drink. He can’t really say what it was. He thought that wasn’t a proper thing to do. But when he tried to come immediately to tell me not to touch the drink, he was distracted by a customer. By the time he attended to the customer, he had completely forgotten. Only to remember when he saw the woman leaving the bar. By the time he ran to me, it was already too late. I was already back to the table and had emptied the bottle of drink into my stomach.”

“So what happened to you after the incident?”

“By the time I came back to the table, Olga had emptied her drink and urged me to finish up quickly so that we could leave. She told me she had an appointment with a client and she was running late. So I did. I emptied the drink into my stomach. While she gathered her things from the table, I felt a strange movement inside of me. She excused me and left. I thought she went to see someone outside and would be back shortly. I never knew it was all part of the plan. That might be the last time that I will set my eyes on her. It was when Olga left that the bar tender rushed to my table. After interrogating me, he saw him walked out of the bar. May be he went after Olga. Not long after, he came back into the bar.

“Initially, I felt like throwing out. So I got up from the table and rushed to the rest room.  Nothing came out. Suddenly, I felt badly intoxicated and disoriented as if I had drunk myself to stupor. I could barely coordinate my pair of legs. To cut the long story short, I was poisoned by Olga. I collapsed on the floor in the rest room and slipped into unconsciousness. By the time I woke up around six in the morning of the next day, I was on the bare floor right across the road in front of the bar.”

“Terrible world,” I shook my head. “She must have used a powerful spell on you. What was her motive?”

“Just listen. I will get there. “

“Okay,” I adjusted and pay attention with captivated attention.

“Then I got up from the floor. I crossed the road to the other side, the stench from my body reached the high heavens. I was dirty and sickly. I walked slowly into the garage of the bar where I parked my car. On reaching the car, I searched my pocket for my car keys and couldn’t find them. My phone and wallet were gone too. Then I looked about and saw a man. He walked up to me. He introduced himself as the guard. He narrated how I had made a complete mess of myself all night. They tried to calm me down and put in a room but I was very violent and repeatedly violated anyone that tried to help me. I ended up on the road at the other side. But the management kept my phone, wallet and car keys safe. He said the bar owners were concerned about my safety, so they asked him to keep an eye on me all night. He disclosed that he had been standing here all night, watching over me. When I asked him what happened to me, he said that I was drunk and out of control.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I felt completely embarrassed. I took my keys and wallet from him. I gave him some money for not allowing the worse to happen to me. He was so happy for the cash gift but I was distressed. I quietly entered the car and drove off. When I got home, I put a call through to Olga. I explained to her what the bar tender and the guard had said. I expected her to deny everything and reassure me that I was safe but that was never going to happen. She confirmed the poisoning and cherished how I gulped every drop of it like a miserable dog. She disclosed that if she doesn’t have me as husband, no woman on earth would stay with me. She boasted that it was only a matter of time before I crack and do the right thing or else I will be destroyed by her powerful magic. I thought she was bragging. After some years down the line, it was true. Olga has reduced me to barebones. You are the seventh woman that I have had since Olga poisoned me. And all of them left in acrimony,” he sighed.

“I have been worried too. I thought of leaving you. That was why I started dating my ex again,” I revealed to Jimmy.

“I know it was not entirely your fault. It was mine but it was hard to take. Many of the women that I dated before your arrival, died mysteriously in the space of one month after I stated relationship with them. I started monitoring things the very first day we met. You were different and you have survived for months with me. I thought the spell had broken when you did not die after a month with me. At some point, I felt the spell had broken or some powerful magic from you or something was neutralizing Olga’s spell. That was why I was ready to do anything to keep you happy. I never knew it would come to this.  As of now, I have accepted my fate.”

I shook my head and revealed, “Now I understand why I have been having the nightmares, dogs chasing me all over the place. I just could not figure it out. It was hard. Ever since I moved into your house,  it has been one battle to another.”

“That is how it begins. My previous dates started having nightmares too. Suddenly they start seeing me in the dream, attacking them. Then they would either sleep or not wake up or die mysteriously. Olga’s intentions are clear but she will never break me.”

“It is very painful. She is a sore loser!”

“Yes, that is it.”

“I don’t think you will have the issues again.”

“Why do you say so?”

“A while ago, I had a dream. The dogs attacked me again. This time, I killed them.”

“When?”

“Not quite long!”

“Hmm…I’m not a religious person.”

“I think that is victory for you. The spell has been broken.”

“May be. You could be right. I felt a movement in my stomach just before the doctor came into the room. It was as if something jumped out of my body. I had been good ever since.”

“And the doctor also confirmed that you are good to go home.”

“Yes.” He looked at me and chewed his lower lip.

“Thank you for everything,” I said. I picked my bag and rose to my feet. “You are right. We do not deserve one another. We have come a long way but it is time I give you a break. Sorry for the inconveniences that I have caused you. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors!” I went beside the bed, dropped the key to the house that he gave to me. I turned and walked away. It is all over, I said to myself.

As I got to the door, he called, “Lizzy, WAIT.”

I stopped and barely looked over my shoulders. “Yes?”

“Where are you going?” he asked, a little shaken.

I paused for a moment as hot tears streamed down my eyes. “I’m going to my family,” I managed to croaked.

“Did I ask you to leave? When you get to your people, what are you going to tell them?”

“I will tell them I left you.”

“No problem. Before you leave, please do me a favor. Help me to my feet. I need to use the rest room.”

“Are you not tired of ordering me about?”

“Just this once! I beg you!”

I wiped my tears with the back of my hands. I turned and walked back to him. I placed my bag on the bed. As I went close to help him to his feet, Jimmy fell on me. “I thought you said my nightmares were over.”

“Yes, I said so.”

“Why are you leaving?”

“I am tired and exhausted. I need to clear my head.”

 “Lizzy,” he sighed. “Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I pulled him to my body and hugged him tightly. “Yes, I will.” After all the battles, tears rolled down my eyes. I got something out of life. We kissed and rolled on the bed.     

                     

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