let's all wait and see and it will make Mary want it everyday because she was already crushing on shola before now [quote author=Vivvvy1 post=123111198][/quote]

Yea,true
I dey wait patiently 😁😁

quote author=rukidanty post=123115304] let's all wait and see and it will make Mary want it everyday because she was already crushing on shola before now [/quote]

Part 3

Episode 38

~ Mary's POV ~

I lay on the bed but couldn’t sleep. All thanks to Abbey who lay beside me snoring soundly and peacefully. His large arms hugged the pillow, supporting his head tightly as if it would leave his body.

The image of him was kind of funny as he’s always wrapped me in his arms. Seeing his face buried in his pillow was amusing and cute. Throughout my time staying here, I’ve grown fond of seeing his face before I go to bed and when I awake. It was odd liking the feeling of sleeping in his arms and the warmth it brings.

A sudden idea popped into my mind as I gazed at Abbey rolling my body over to the left silently, facing him again with the phone in hand, my fingers tapped the screen until it landed on the camera app, aiming the phone at him, my thumb pressed the picture button and a click sounded in the room loudly.

Shit.

Covering my mouth before a gasp could escape, I froze hoping I didn’t wake him up as he stirred slightly.

After a minute or two, making sure he was still asleep. How could this man look good asleep?

Although I didn’t want to risk accidentally waking him up, it was too hard to resist not taking another picture. Especially when he turned his head toward me, another snore escaping him.

With a silly smile, I aimed the camera toward him again. Just as I pressed the button, my mind reminded me of the clicking noise from earlier. He must be a heavy sleeper since he hasn’t woken up yet. I wasn’t sure if it was luck or not, but I’m willing to risk one more picture, this time, trying to find the button to turn off the clicking noise.

During my struggle, my finger must have accidentally pressed a button to take multiple pictures. And because I never had this type of phone before, I couldn’t figure out how to turn that off either. Click after click was sounding through the room as I fumbled with the phone.

Turning my body around trying to muffle the house, I continued to struggle. Though I didn’t want to wake Abbey, at some point I must’ve been too frustrated to realize his snores had stopped.

“Are we having a photoshoot?” his voice rumbled, laced with sleep. Mehnn, he sounded sexy.

I turned my body to face Abbey again and fixed my gaze on him. His bright white eyes stared at my brown ones as leaned his head on his popped arm. A lazy smile sat on his face as he awaited an answer.
Smiling back at him with a sheepish expression, I shrugged before bringing the phone between us. Embarrassment filled my being as the clicking continued.

“Um, how do I turn this off?”

I asked him while sliding the phone to his other hand that lay flat on the bed. With a chuckle, he picked up the phone and tapped on the screen twice. The noise was gone in an instant and I looked at him, amazed. His expression held amusement as he saw my face light up.

“Thank you,” I said as he handed me back the phone. I just wanted a picture of you. You’re cute when you’re asleep.” I admitted.

“Cute?” he quicked a brow in response to which I nodded. Opening the camera roll, I showed him the picture I took.

“See?” I pointed to the picture as he leaned in for a better look.

“Cute.”

The feeling of his lips on mine cut off my words, nearly melting at the feel of him as our mouths molded, loving on each other. I closed my eyes once he leaned over me, and submitted to him. Until I remembered I haven’t brushed my teeth. I pushed gently, packing my arms on his chest that had somehow found a way above mine as I lay flat in the bed causing our lips to break apart to which I quickly covered my mouth.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I said behind my hand.

“Neither did I....give me a kiss,” he said, laughing and I shook my head. The corners of his mouth lifted further into a grin. “It's too late now, pretty. We’ve kissed already.”

I felt one of his hands crawl up my side. My eyes widened as I tried to move away in reaction to his word. It was too late. The hand I felt earlier began trickling my side, causing me to laugh. I did my best to push his hand away with one arm while the other kept my mouth covered proved to be a failure.

Soon enough, the hand covering my mouth and Abbey moved in. One last laugh bubbles out of me before he kissed me deeply.

“Pretty,” he said once he pulled away. “You’re too beautiful.” He trailed off before the clicking sound of a phone in his hand until the sound came about. I smiled at him as he used his right hand to aim the camera at me. He clicked the phone again and again, and I giggled.

“Abbey,” my hands covered my face when he kept taking more photos of me, laughing at his antics. He lay down beside me, cuddling me to his side. I pecked through my fingers to see him taking a selfie of us.

“Say cheese.”

Removing my hands from my face, I threw up a peace sign and posed. Abbey just smiled into the Camera, bringing his arm up and clenching his fist, posing like an action hero or something. The phone went off again, signaling that he had taken the picture.

Next, he said something completely unexpected. “You know you smell good.”

What? I laughed at his words, shaking my head.

“You smell good, too,” I told him. “Even with the morning breath.”

Abbey laughed, causing the smile on my face to brighten. Though I didn’t want to think about my husband, each day I spent with Abbey had me wishing I had met the man sooner. Being with Abbey was a breath of fresh air compared to my marriage. Our mornings were peaceful and lit, unlike the tenseness I was used to.

Evenings and nights were the same when we laughed and joked, and I have never felt happier. But, as such as I waited to say things were perfect, I’d be lying.
Sure, not everything is rainbows and sunshine, but being here reminded me that this wasn’t just Abbey’s place. It was also Shola's, and he wanted me to leave.

***

My schedule ended up being clear today with no clients, so I stayed at the apartment. Abbey had to leave for work a few hours ago, but I noticed Shola hadn’t left. I didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama, but I figured it would be best to talk to him.

This was his home and despite his glares and harshness toward me, on the strength of Abbey, it couldn’t be this way forever.

A few moments passed before the door opened, revealing the large frame of Shola. Craning my neck a little to see his brown eyes, his eyes widened at seeing me in front of him. He hadn’t expected to see me and honestly, I was beginning to rethink approaching him. But I didn’t want any awkwardness between us, nor did I want him to feel uncomfortable in his home. So it was time to get this done and over with.

“Hi,” I greeted lamely. “Do you think we can talk?”

“Uh,” he cleared his throat, fixing his posture.

“Yeah, sure. Come in.”

Shola opened the door wider for me to step through. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I saw his room, but it was spotless and smelled good. That sweet scent that usually hung around him. The room was brightly lit with white walks save for the one where his large bed sat.

To the right was a desk littered with papers in a somewhat disorganized fashion. I saw two other doors that probably led to his closet and a private bathroom. Just like the one in the guest room, I have been staying in.

“Look, I…,” he started, but I hardly gave him a chance to continue. I know it’s rude to continue. I know it’s rude to interrupt someone, but I wanted to say something first.

“I’ll leave.” Despite my nervousness, my mouth blurted out the words I’d been meaning to tell Shola. He looked at me, dumbfounded.

“What?”

“I’ll leave if you no longer want me here. This is your home as much as it is Abbey's. Both you and Abbey have helped me the past month. As much as Abbey wants to stay, it would be wrong of me to do so if you aren’t ok with that,” I paused, letting him digest my words.

“So, with that said, I’ll leave.”

“No,” he cut me off, causing mid-speech, I blinked at a loss.

“No?” I questioned, making sure I heard him right.

“I don’t want you to go, Mary.” The sound of my name leaving his lips had my heart beating faster. He stepped closer to me with a sigh.

“I’m sorry for being awful toward you. No matter what you and Abbey have going on, I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was out of line and disrespectful. Especially since I don’t know about you or your personal life. I judged you without knowing you.”

“You’re apologizing?” Admittedly, I wasn’t expecting his reaction. He chuckled at my confusion before he spoke.

“Yes. Am I doing a poor job of it?" He asked.

Despite the joke, he genuinely seemed apologetic. I stared at him for a few seconds, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. My original thoughts of this meeting were he’d be upset with me, but this turned out better than expected. Much better.

“No. But in all fairness, I might’ve given you the wrong impression when we met,” gazing down at my ringless wedding finger, I sighed.

What a mess. Looking up, I saw his eyes focused on my wedding finger before his eyes lifted.

“I’m sorry for that as well. Honestly, I didn’t think I would see you again. It was just a night of fun with my friend that got a little out of hand.”

“I see,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“There’s no need to apologize, Mary. Either way, my actions were wrong. If I made you feel uncomfortable at any point, I take full responsibility.”

“Ok. Well, since we’re both sorry, how about we start over?” I suggested moving until I was directly in front of him.

I reached out my hand smiling up at him in a friendly way. “I’m Maryjane.”

Looking down at my outstretched head, Shola clasped his large hand in mine. His eyes reached mine while a small grin came upon his face.

“Shola Afolabi. Nice to meet you, Mary.”



To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Nice one op
Seriously waiting for past 4

Yay
Suspense in the air😁

Nawa for this suspense o..let the story continue please..maybe something might actually happen between them now before Abbey returns..my thoughts though.thanks for the updates anyway

Part 3

Episode 39

~ Mary's POV ~

Humming in tune to the music playing on the stereo, I sipped from my water bottle. I was enjoying the view of the city before me.

During my stay at Abbey and Shola's place, I’ve come to like sitting outside on their balcony. The view was pleasant because of the perfect atmosphere and landscape.

Due to the men having work today, I had the apartment to myself. After breakfast, I spent the entire morning pressing my new phone. I had missed my old phone at home. I can only imagine the numerous messages that had accumulated on it.

A week has passed since I’ve shaken hands with Shola. Despite the rough start between Shola and I, there hasn’t been any more animosity. We may not have been best buddies, but we were cordial; regularly greeting and saying goodbye to one another.

Though I had hope that someday in the future, we'd grow to be friends. He didn’t seem like a bad man to me. Just a man who had good intentions for his friend, Abbey.

Speaking of, Abbey has done well in keeping me happy. More than happy. Though John was still at the back of my mind. I’ve been feeling less guilty the longer I stayed here. It’s not as if I've forgotten I’m married or didn’t feel horrible for cheating.

Some days, I've been hard on myself for having an affair. The next, I would push it to the back of my mind and carry on with my day.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. Picking it up from the table, I saw the caller, Comfort was video-calling me. Pressing on the answer button, I brought the phone up to my face. Smile wreathed my face once she appeared on the screen, her expression similar to mine.

“Hey girl!” she greeted.

“Hi, Comfort! How are you? How have you been?” I asked her. It’s been a while since we talked.

“Stressful. I’m still processing my documents. I’m close to leaving this place to see my man, but my documents are taking forever to process,” she frowned.

Comfort was soon moving to the UK with her boyfriend. I was going to miss her but was very excited about her happiness.

“Aww, I’m sure It’s going to work. All this stress is for a good reason. You’ll be home soon to be with him.”

“You're right, I just miss him and I want to get this over with.” Comfort sighed.

“Anyway, what’s up with you? I see you have a certain glow in your face.” She noted with a smile.

“Nothing much,” I shrugged, looking away.

“Mary finally did it! You had sex!” she shouted in excitement. When did it happen? How was it? Did you…?”

Cutting her off, I had a smile.

“It happened a few weeks ago, and it has been going on since then.”

“Oh my!” she squealed.

“Details, now!”

And so, I told Comfort things I experienced with another man, sparing detail I deemed too much or too revealing. I spoke of how good the sex was and how easy it was to get lost in Abbey. When I mentioned the recent events that occurred involving Shola, her excitement dwindled. Her expression turned into a scowl as I recalled what has happened.

“What a man. At least he apologized.” She said.

Nodding in response, I also told her about how my feelings for Abbey were evolving into something more than I thought it could be. After I finished speaking, she spoke up.

“Have you given any thought to your marriage and what you’re going to do?”

“Honestly, Comfort, I haven’t been wearing my ring. When I think of what I have with my husband, my mood dampened. I don’t want to think of a divorce but I don’t know. I really don’t to think of a divorce but I don’t know. I really don't known anymore.” A long sigh escapes me.

“What do I do?” I whispered before tears welled up in my eyes. Running a shaky has across my face, a sob broke free.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“I'm so happy here, Comfort. But I know I can’t stay forever or have this affair for the rest of my life. Eventually, Abbey will get tired of me.”

“Mary, you don’t know that,” she cut me off.

"I shook my head. “Yes, he will. He’s a man. The type that wants a family. How can I give him that if I’m tied to John? What if he doesn’t want that with me? What if being with me gives him a terrible reputation? We are having an affair. I don’t even know why I'm bothering myself with such thoughts.”

“Because you love him,” Comfort's voice carried through the phone softly. I shook my head denying her words.

“Sweetheart, it’s Ok–“

“No, it’s not. I can’t … no, I shouldn’t feel this way for another man. I’m tied to–“

“An emotionally abusive man.” She interrupted.

“Comfort….”

“No Mary. John hasn’t treated you well for years. Years! As your friend, I've tried to support you and honor your marriage to that abusive man, but he…” she paused after stuttering. Taking a deep breath. You're finally seeing what’s wrong and Abbey is to blame. In a good way. This man makes you happy. I can see it through the phone. After all these years, I’m seeing the fullness of your cheeks and healthiness, Mary. My friend is getting another chance at love. After witnessing you cry so many tears over a man who’s belittled you, undermine you, and –“ she stopped short and began to cry herself.

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Comfort was shedding tears.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, apologizing for leaning on her too many times for witnessing my downward spirals more than I can count on my fingers.

Sometimes I tried to keep things to myself over the years, to not burden her. But I must not have done a good job at that. I was a rotten friend.

“Don’t be. I love being your rock and vice versa,” she breathed, gathering herself.

“Before I decided to leave and move to the UK with my love, I was worried about you. I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“No. I wish you had told me this sooner, Comfort. Don’t you ever stop loving your life because of what I have going on? Or think about stopping your life for me.” I said.

“We’re sisters, Mary.”

“Yes, and sometimes sisters stay together, but sisters also part. To live out their lives. If I had known you felt this way…” my words trailed off.

“What? You’d stop confiding in me? I don’t blame you for anything. No. I’m just so glad to see you return to how you were. Before you married Johnson. The point is it’s okay to be in love with a who’s showing you more than John has ever done, who has been taking care of you, helping you, loving you. It’s okay, Mary because you deserve to be happy. Especially with a man who is the complete opposite of your husband.”

“I…..,,

“You took off your ring, Mary. That’s big! I know you hate thinking about it, but maybe divorce..”

“No,” I cut her off. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“Sweet….”

“I can’t be alone.”

“You’d have Abbey,”

“What if he dumps me after I end it with John? What happens then?”
“You wouldn’t be alone. You’ll have me and…”

“You'll be in the UK living your best life as you should be doing. I can’t break it off with John. I’m too scared.” I admitted, ashamed.

I was hardly a woman capable of being strong. Who stays with someone out of being by themselves?

“What if you try it out?”

“I can’t..”

“Hear me out,” she began. “My lease will be up in about a year. What if I put you on my lease and you move in? I’ll continue paying the rent for you to stay there.”

“I don’t know,” truly, I didn’t.

I couldn’t stay at Abbey's forever and I didn’t want to go home too. Nor did I know if I was welcome to go back. However, a large part of me no longer wanted to be dependent on men. John took everything away with a lush out the door. I was worried Abbey would do the same.

“This would be the perfect chance to see if you can handle being on your own,” Comfort continued.” And if you can’t, then…”

“I'll do it. But you’re not paying the rent, I am. You have a life to live in the UK with my sister-in-law when I finally move there, don’t worry about me.”

“Mary, I’ll always worry about you. I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too,” we both wiped our tears smiling at each other through the phone.

“And thank you, but don’t worry about me. I’ll figure my messy life out myself. You have to promise.”

“Oh come on!” she rolled her eyes.

“Promise me, Comfort,” I demanded.

“Fine. I promise to not worry about you while I’m riding on my chariot in the UK with my future husband,” she said. We laughed for a while as our tears dried up.

“I’m ecstatic that you’re leaving,” I admitted.

“Ouch, bestie,” she said jokingly and laughed again.

“Seriously though. I’m so damn happy to see you happy. After you get settled, I want to visit you too.”

“Sounds like a plan. You should bring your boyfriend with you,” she laughed. Before I could reply, I heard the voice of another behind me.

“Hey pretty,” I turned around to see Abbey at the balcony entrance. He began walking toward me with a smile on his face, dressed in a crisp suit and tie. He looked dashing and sexy to the point I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

I am lucky to have that man.

“Is that him?” Comfort's voice cut through my thoughts. Hardly realizing I still had the phone held up in my hand, facing him.

“Oh, girl!”

“Yes,” I said with a silly smile.

Shifting my gaze up the moment, Abbey reached me. I greeted him back. “Hi, Abbey,” leaning down, he gave me a quick peck on my lips. Comfort ‘ooing' in the background had Abbey's gaze moving from mine to the phone. He smiled at it.

“Oh, hello there, you must be Comfort. I'm Abbey.”

“I know who you’re,” she grinned at him. Her tone teased, wiggling her brows, she carried on. “I know all about you.”

“Okay, Comfort. Goodbye!” her laughter rang out loudly before I cut the call, utterly embarrassed.

“She knows all about me, huh?” he kissed my forehead.

“Hmm, and how do you know if I said positive things about you?” I asked him. He seemed so sure of himself. He moved around the couch then, sitting directly in front of me, leaning in, he brought his lips to my ears.

“Because of the way I have you screaming all night and other stuff we did,” backing away, he grinned at my shocked expression.

“Now are you ready to eat or do you want us to head to the bedroom? Which do you prefer?” I asked him.

This story is gradually coming to an end.

To be continued.
Frank The Writer

Thanks for the update

Thanks for the update op
Keep the good work coming

Part 3

Episode 40

~ Mary’s POV ~

Although the thought of having Abbey inside me sounded more than appealing. The horrific rumble of my stomach at the mention of food answered for me. Abbey's laugh rang out while I shook my head in embarrassment.

“Look like we will eat first,” he said jokingly, laughing again. Covering my face with my hands, he moved them away when his laughter subsided. He kissed both my hands before giving me a peck on my lips.

“Did you eat anything for lunch?”

I glanced away. “No,” his eyes looked at me disapprovingly.

“Come with me,” he stood up, with my hands in his, helping me stand along with him.

Keeping our hands together, he led me back inside the room. The cool air of the air conditioner hit me at once as he continued to lead me further into the room. The room was bright due to the large windows on the left side, despite the dark colors.

With a smile across my lips, I stepped into him, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing him down to me. Leaning up slightly, I connected our lips sweetly kissing him with all my might to show how happy he made me. And he responded. The feel of his hands reaching down to cup my ass had a moan leave my lips.

Taking that as an invitation to connect our tongues. My entire being was filled with thoughts of Abbey, from his lovely scent to the softness of his hair as my hands got tangled within them. Gripping onto him as he lifted me suddenly. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he walked forward.

My hands left his hair, trailing down to the buttons of his blazers. Without parting, my hands opened it before pushing it down off his arms. His hands left my waist for a brief second to shrug off his blazer leaving him dressed in a long collar shirt with a few buttons at the top remaining open.

Once his blazer fell to the floor, his hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt separating himself from my lips, he lifted the shirt up and over my head.
Throwing that on the floor alongside his blazer, he reached for my bra. Unclasping the back of it, be tossed onto the floor. My chest heaved as he stood gazing at my naked chest. Desire showing in the depths of his beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, he moved his hands to cup my breasts, caressing my flesh with his thumbs. My nipples hardened under his warm touch and my back arched, wanting more. He ducked his head, swiping his tongue on my right nipple. Again and again, switching between each tit in the process giving them equal amounts of attention while I trembled underneath him.

The feeling of his warm tongue sucking, pulling, and biting on my nipples had my p*ssy longing for him to fill me. An ache settles inside my chest, wanting nothing more than to be fu*ked by him.

“Please,” I whined. Throwing my head back with one hand laying flat on the bed to keep me upright. The other held onto his have to egg him on. Another harsh tug had me soaking my panties. I sighed with pleasure. “Oh!”

“What are you begging for?” he teased once he let my nipples pop out of his mouth. With his hand, he removed mine from atop his head, dragging it down to where his d!ck was; straining against his slacks. He pressed my hand there firmly, letting my hand feel the hard length of him.

“Is this what you want?”

The slight smirk on his face told me he knew the effect he’d had on me. He knew I couldn’t say no to him. So, as a woman with no shame, my head nodded eagerly, craking to feel his d!ck breach my walls over and over again.

“So,” he added his other hand tugging at my nipple eliciting a small hiss of pain from me. Though the move should have turned me off, it had the opposite reaction. Shockingly, I liked it.

“Yes, please! I want you, Abbey.” I practically begged.

He brought his right hand to my cheek, while his left hand went to my locs caressing my hair before placing a soft kiss on my temple. My mind barely had time to ponder my thoughts before Abbey's lips met mine fiercely. His hunger for me was visible in the urgency yet firmness of his kisses, directing my frame of mind back onto what I wanted; him. Our lust for one another showing in the franticness of our bodies pushing and pulling one another. There was just one problem I was half-naked, but he still had his clothes on.

My hands reached for his slacks. Unzipping his trousers and undoing his buttons, I clumsily pushed down his trouser, revealing his muscled thighs.

“Abbey.”

“Yes?”

“Don't hold back,” I told him, swallowing back my nerves.

Although Abbey and I have recently started having sex, he wasn’t giving all of himself to me. And I wanted everything he could give me.

“Mary,”

“Please,” I begged, but he shook his head.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you. We’re taking this slow,” he did evenly.

“But I can handle it, I promise,” my voice rose in pitch trying to convince him, but he held firm. His eyes showed he wasn’t going to comply as he stared down at me. Slightly irritated that I wasn’t getting my way, I sighed.

“I'm an adult Abbey. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break. We’ve had sex plenty of times before.”

His jaw locked, and he removed his hands from me, crossing them in front of his chest. Instantly, I missed his warmth and the softness of his eyes as they narrowed on me. A beat of silence continues after my outburst and I couldn’t help but feel silky. Maybe I shouldn’t have.

“Fine.” He said before he reached behind me to dig into his drawer, pulling out a condom. The hesitance I felt began to leave my body as excitement entered me. How’d I go from hating sex to loving it? As soon as he regained his pace, he reaches for my waist before lifting me and settling me on the ground.

“Turn around and place your hands on the desk.”

“What..”

Doing as he said, I turned and put my hands down, wondering what he had planned.

Abruptly, he latched his hands onto my shorts and dragged them down along with my panties. The fabrics stopped at my ankles. The sound of him shuffling and the condom wrapper being open filled the room. I was expecting to feel his length at my opening as he spread my legs wider, but instead, I was given something else.

A cry of surprise left my mouth as I felt him swipe his tongue at my p*ssy lips unexpectedly. Not having heard him bend down on his knees beforehand. Unlike the previous times he’s given me head, he was brutally sucking my clit. Abbey was eating me as if he was a starved man who had never had sex. I was quaking. Feeling my orgasm building as he pushed me closer to it.

He didn’t say much, probably with how far his hand was deep in my cunt until three of his fingers joined the fray to help me cum. I was cumming, but he didn’t stop. I came again, hard. Both orgasms were back to back as I let out continuous cries.

I felt myself turned around and lifted back onto the desk. My legs splayed open as my juices leaked into the bed.

Abbey slowly fed me his d!ck, inch by glorious inch, until I felt myself stretching hurting slightly. I winched in pain, tensing and he stopped.

“What did I tell you earlier, Mary?” he asked, seeing my face twist at the discomfort. Although I didn’t want to admit that he was right, he was.
Now I was paying the price for not listening.

“You didn’t want to hurt me,” I whispered, attempting to look away. But he hooked a finger under my chin, not letting me escape his piercing eyes.

“As much as I want to be fully inside of you, Mary, I’m not willing to hurt you. You told me you’re only been with one man who by your expression doesn’t come close to what I have.”

There was no response to give besides keeping my focus on him. Plus, he was right. John was much smaller than Abbey. Seeing that I wasn’t going to interrupt, he continued.
Easing a little of his length from my body. “But don’t worry, my naughty woman. We’ll take it slow now, but when the time comes, I’ll have you stuffed so full. You’ll feel me deep inside your stomach.” He chuckled darkly. His words had my walls clutching onto him becoming wetter at his promise to me.

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of him inside before he pushed me back in. Not filling me, but pleasing me with half his length which was as much as I could fit inside me. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as he slowly began to f*ck me — screaming out as he hit the
same spot repeatedly until my back lay flat against the bed. Though my legs were still wrapped around his waist, he took the opportunity to hold both of them in his arms.

Choosing to spread my legs wider so he could see all of me as his thrusts gained speed. There were so many sounds filling the room; my moans mixed with his, and the creaking of his desk, but through it all. I made sure to pay attention to his every word. As I said before, Abbey was a different man in bed and the more we let our bodies get familiar with each other. The more I got to see the other Abbey, the more I was coming to love him.

For the first time since Abbey and I have been having sex, I wanted to run away. It was too much.

“I thought you didn’t want me to hold back, Mary. Don’t run now. I know you can take it.” He tensed, though he eased a bit on his thrusts. I wept with tears cascading down my face as moans continued to filter past my lips, I exploded literally.

My body shook uncontrollably as I came to his command. Sobs left my lips with his groans mixed in. I could feel him swelling inside of me through the condom as he continued to chase his high. His thrusts lost their rhythm before he came undone, twitching inside my walls. His body leaned down on mine as he laid his head on my shoulder, letting go of my legs onto my waist.
The room remained silent save for our heavy breathing as we held onto one another.

A couple of minutes passed by before the sound of his stomach rumbling interrupted the silence. Pulling back from me, we stared at each other for a second before we burst out laughing.

***

After what happened in the bedroom, Abbey suggested we go out to eat after he cleaned up. As much as I wanted to agree, my body wasn’t up to it. The soreness I felt had me wanting to stay home. I told him my thoughts, and he agreed and expressed his concern for me before he made us something light to eat. The food had me thinking that Abbey must've been a chef in a past life. He loved to cook, he made a simple yam porridge taste so good.

“I want to take you on a date this week,” he spoke up. My head turned to him to see his gaze already fixated on me.

“I planned to do that, but….,” he trailed off, smirking.

“Ok, what do you have in mind?” I asked him, putting my yam porridge down and placing it on the table. Although I loved being cooped up with Abbey, the prospect of going out excited me.

“It's a surprise.”

“But,” I began with a frown on my lips. “How will I know what to wear?” Already my mind was thinking of clothes for work.

“You look beautiful in anything, pretty,” he complimented me, causing a small smile to appear on my face.

“Thank you, but….,” the sound of the front door opening captured our attention. Shola walked in dressed in dark camouflage trousers, a button-up camp shirt with short sleeves, and dirt combat boots. It was my first time seeing him in his military attire, and I wish I hadn’t. He was all muscle and — oh God, I was staring.

Turning my head away, I swallowed nervously. What was wrong with me? He shouldn’t hold my attention this way. Though any woman or man with eyes could see Shola was a fine-ass man.



To be continued...
Frank The Writer

Yummy😋

I love the way the story is going and still waiting for Mary and shola to be intimate. Thanks for the update

Kudos OP
Keep up the good work...
Waiting for John's POV too.

Part 3

Episode 41

~ Mary's POV ~

“Hey, you two,” my ears perked at his greetings.

“What’s up?”

“Hi Shola,” I replied, looking at him before moving my eyes to the tv screen.

“Watching a show,” said Abbey, and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

His voice was feared toward Shola, but his attention was still on me until he spoke up again and his eyes left the side of my head. “How was work?”

“Boring,” Shola walked further into the apartment into the kitchen. “Did you cook?”

“Do you smell food?” Abbey asked and when Shola said no, he continued.

“There is your answer.”

A laugh bubbled up past my lips at Abbey’s reply. I tried to hide it by using a hand to cover my mouth, but it didn’t help. Shola grumbling in the kitchen as he searched for food made the situation even funnier.

“Don’t be mean,” I told Abbey as my laughter faded.

Facing him, he had a grin on his face.

“Yeah, Abbey, don’t be an ass to the soldier risking his life for our country,” Shola said, walking back to the living room.

“You go to the base and sit in a chair all day playing video games on your phone. What exactly are you risking?” Abbey retorted with a chuckle.

“Abbey!” Grabbing a pillow off the couch, I started hitting him with it. He leaned back, throwing his hands up to shield himself while laughing. To add to my embarrassment, a few chuckles flowed out of Shola's mouth as well.

Stopping my assault on Abbey, I turned my head to Shola and pointed the pillow at him.

“Are you going to get hit, too?” he froze shaking his head and holding his hands up in surrender.

“No, no, carry on. In fact, I need a shower.” He got up before walking away, keeping his eyes on me the entire time while I narrowed mine on his, playfully.

When he walked upstairs, I turned my attention to Abbey, raising the pillow once more.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry,” he chuckled, with his hands raised in front of him.

Placing the pillow back down, he sat up from his position. His eyes held a spark of amusement as he reached his hands out of me. Shuffling closer to him, he wrapped his arms around my waist before kissing my forehead. When he pulled back, I took that as an opportunity to lean in and kiss his lips softly.

“Do you surrender?” I asked, my voice lowering into a seductive whisper.
“Always, pretty.” He spoke right before his lips molded into mine once more.

This was one of the main reasons I felt so deeply about Abbey. We could be silly one moment to being passionate the next. I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before. A fire has always been quick to ignite between us. So hot and powerful, yet dangerous the more I got lost in him.

What had started as innocent kisses turned into more? Gripping me by my waist, Abbey lifted me, placing me in his lap. Thus, causing me to straddle him as our kiss deepened. With my hands resting on his cheeks, I moaned, letting his tongue slip in and seek mine while his hands roamed my body.

Drifting down from my waist to cup my ass, adjusting me so my body could grind on his d!ck, practically dry-humping him.

He groaned, “Mary.” The sound of his voice was full of lust and my heart was flattering and my lower lips became excited. It was crazy how he had such an effect on me. I was sore from earlier but I wanted him inside me again. He pulled away. “We have to stop or you’ll be even more than you are now.”

“I know.” He was right.

Plus, Shola could come back down any minute. Although the two of us have been on the path to becoming friends, finding Abbey and I this way would be awkward. Honestly, it’d probably set us back a bit. I’m sure he still wasn’t on board with Abbey seeing me because I was married.

I wasn’t expecting him to be, but I wanted things around here to be simple. At least, until it was time for me to go which was what I had forgotten to mention to Abbey.

Removing myself from Abbey's arms, I sat beside him, looking up into his beautiful eyes as I thought over what I’d say.

“Abbey, I want to talk to you about something,” I said. Hearing the seriousness of my tone, he straightened up. Reaching for the remote on the table, he turned the TV down before focusing his attention on me.

“What is it?”

“Well, I know I agreed to stay here, but I think it'd be best if I leave.” Before I could elaborate he spoke up.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

“No, not at all. It’s just that I was scared to be alone. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I have abandonment issues,” A humorless laugh escaped me before I sighed.

“I..I'm uncertain about a lot of things concerning my future. Especially with my marriage. Since my school days, I’ve depended on my husband for everything. Now that I’ve been thrown out I’m not too sure where to go from here.”

“Mary_”

“I love staying with you,” I cut him off.

“Truly. But I have to learn to be independent. I can’t wait until I’m thrown out again.”

“I thought the same of my husband,” I said tearfully.

“And I know you aren’t him. You’re an entirely different man who’s shown me so much kindness. But there are too many what-ifs, Abbey. I don’t want to feel the way I did that night, not again.”

Looking away from his pitching gaze, I stared off to the side. The two of us sat there in uncomfortable silence. I wondered what he was thinking and hoped he wasn’t upset at me.

Suddenly, I felt his warm hands clasp gently on my own.

“I understand.” He mumbled. Glancing back at him, his gaze was swift as he eyed me.

“Do you have somewhere safe to go?”

I nodded.

“I’ll be staying with my friend, Comfort. Then I’ll take over her place when she leaves.”

“So when are you leaving?”

“I was thinking of moving on after two weeks, but I’ll have to confirm with Comfort.” I paused, letting it seep in. It'd give me more time to spend with Abbey while I was here. “I still want to try with us. If you’d like to."

A sigh of relief escaped him. “Of course, pretty. I was worried you were breaking it off completely. It may not mean much, but I’ll support you no matter what. I’ll just have to cuddle with my pillow more after you leave.” He said jokingly and I laughed. The tense air of the room drifted away.

“It means more than you know. Although Abbey has become more of a friend, he’s also become someone I’d turn to if I needed help.
Throughout the months of our getting to know each other, he’s been an amazing man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be cuddling with mine as well.”

“How will you get to work?” he asked after chuckling at my words.

“Oh, I’ll just take the bus or Uber.”

He shook his head. I’ll drive you.”

“It's quite far from here.” I protested, but he shrugged off my words. “It’ll be fine.”

“No, it won’t. Our schedules will clash and..”

“I'll fix my schedule, so, problem solved.” He countered with a smile.

“No, you’ve already done enough. I’ll figure it out.”

Abbey had told me lots of times that I wasn’t a burden, but I couldn’t help but to feel that I was. He has done so much for me since we’ve grown close. Being someone I could confide in, saving me, getting a doctor to see me buying me clothes, and a new phone, and doing his best to take care of me.

“Pretty, you can call me a psychopathic control freak for wanting to drive you somewhere, but I’m not compromising your safety. If something were to happen…” he trailed off, his smile turning into a frown.
His thoughts headed in a dark direction.

“I…”

“I’ll take you,” Shola spoke up, seeming to appear out of thin air. When I started to disagree, he stopped me.

“Think of this as an extended apology for being aggressive to you. If you don’t accept this, that means our handshake from the other night meant nothing.” He grinned with his arms across his chest.

“Also, this is a way to make it up to Abbey. You wouldn’t want two best friends to be mad at each other forever, right?” his grin turned into a smug smirk when he realized I was stuck

His tactic of making me accept was a hurry, but he did have a point. I didn’t want to come between the two men.

“That's of your own doing, Shola,” I snapped back at him, but he did nothing but shrug. If anything, his smirk widened. Shrugging he said, “Even so.”

“You two are making this a bigger deal than it is,” I told them, seeing that they weren’t budging. Shola just stared, looking pleased with himself. On the other hand, Abbey stared at me expectantly, a small smile creeping on his face.

The two friends were arguing about who would drive me to Comfort's place.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Getting interesting and I am sure shola will use this opportunity to bleep mary..thanks for the update

Part 3

Episode 42


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~ Mary's POV ~

Trailing a finger on the soft sheets, an inaudible sigh escaped me. Reminiscing, memories of my naked flesh pressed against one another —laughing, sharing kisses, and making love day and night.

Love.

A warm feeling settled in my chest at the word. My heart raced as the image of Abbey appeared in my mind. Shaking away the thought with a frown, I pondered on our relationship. He was perfect, so perfect. What we have is something unexplainable. Something that should be unattainable to me.

Looking down at my bare wedding finger, I sighed once more. It’s been close to three months. Since I have last seen my husband. Many things have happened since our time apart, many actions, words, and thoughts. Although I made a vow to the man I’m tied to I’ve been acting like a single woman.

Enjoying the company of another man, giving my body away to him, falling for him. Yet as I continue to act like a single woman, the guilt I once had is drifting away. Only some of it stays in the recess of my mind, causing me to bear the weight of my affair.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm making the wrong choice. Separating myself from a marriage that isn’t what it used to be. Even if it never was what it should have been; a lovely union between two people in love.

Though Abbey's treatment to me makes me wonder if I’m right. His kindness, his arms of safety, the way he make my heart skip a beat. Would it be so wrong to fall in love with him?

Throughout my time here, I’ve realized that perhaps my marriage didn’t start rightly, I loved John when we met and when we married, but I wonder. Did he love me the way I loved him when we consummate our vows?

Was our marriage doomed from the start? God, why was I thinking about him now?

Is it because of my powerful feelings for Abbey that I’m terrified of acknowledging? Or perhaps it’s because I'm taking a major step today. I was moving in with Comfort.

My first step toward achieving independence. Feelings of excitement stirred within me, along with sadness and an empty feeling I couldn’t shake.
I was anxious about my future, but happy I’d be trying to live my own. Something I have only done once and failed.
No need to think back on that, since it would be different this time. Sure, I didn’t have a car or any of the old things I had, but I’m an adult now with a career friends, and myself to count on. I could do this. At least, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself.

I didn’t need John. I can do this on my own, hopefully.
Besides that, I was sad to be leaving Abbey's place. Honestly, I’d miss waking up and sleeping in his arms. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered I loved being held. The way his arms wrapped around my body was the best. He made me feel wanted and most importantly, safe. I’m not sure how he managed that throughout the three months, I have stayed here, but he did.

The sound of a knock at the door had me archway, stood Shola with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes sparkled as he eyed me. A small smile perched on his full lips.

“Hey, Abbey's is almost done loading the last bag.” He said.

“Ok. Thank you for…,”

“No thanks needed,” he spoke before coming closer.

His smile turned into a frown. “I've been meaning to ask you something.” I looked at him quizzically, wondering what he had to say. He sounded pretty serious.

“Sure, is something wrong?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Not exactly. Are you leaving because of my actions?”

“Of course not,” I said.

Surprised, he thought he was the cause of my departure. Sure, he wanted me to leave at first, but we patched things up.

At least that’s what I thought. This time, I took the initiative and approached him.
“I meant it when I said we would start over. I hold nothing against you, Shola.”
He eyed me quizzically.

“Then why?” he trailed off.

“As much as I'd like to say, I can’t.” pausing, I averted my gaze for a moment before returning it to him. His eyes met mine intensely as he awaited my words.

“I have to learn to not be dependent on anyone. This is my way of doing so.”

A moment passed as he pondered on my words. When he finally spoke, he shared his hands in his trousers pocket. His lips tilted upwards into a small yet charming smile.

“I see. Well, now that some of my guilt is gone,” he said jokingly. “I’ll be seeing you around, Mary.”

I let out a small laugh before nodding at him. “I'll be seeing you, Shola.” At my words, he gave me a wink before leaving the room.

Taking a moment to collect myself after our conversation, my eyes trailed toward the end. There sat my wedding ring. Crazy how I once thought I’d never take it off yet here I am.

Deciding it would do no good to keep Abbey waiting, I walked forward. Reaching my hand down to the small ring. Holding it up for a brief second as I stared hard at it. The weight of it felt heavy and dreadful. So many emotions were tied to this item I once prized.

Now, as I stare at it, recent events that have occurred make me want to toss it away. What was once a prize, I held dear was now tarnished?

John told me I was undeserving of love.

Turning my gaze toward the door, I thought of the man who’s given me so much in a little time. Would it be so unrealistic to hope?

That maybe, just maybe, I could have what I didn’t deserve? To truly love another man who wasn’t John?
Comfort seemed to think it was okay and even mentioned a word I’ve tried not to think of.

Divorce.

Would I really be able to put myself through such a thing? Should I? My husband has done many things to me, but I can’t help but fault myself. Then again, John seemed to think I shouldn’t have love. I didn’t deserve it. What husband says that to a wife they supposedly love?

But Abbey, my Abbey, has told me the opposite. Has held me in his arms as I cried within him. Before I could think more, my name was called out by none other than the man himself from downstairs.

Glancing at the ring again, I chose to stuff it into my pocket. This was the wrong time to think about something like this. Quickly, I gathered my phone and went toward the door.

As I walked out of the bedroom, only one thought remained. John didn’t love me, but maybe someone else could.

***

The sun was positively shining, blocking my vision as I rode in the passenger seat of Abbey's car. The car ride was pleasant, with the radio on a low volume, and an occasional hum coming from Abbey. As we drove toward my new home, I felt nervous for myself. Could I really do this? Be alone? Looking out the window, watching the scenery, my fingers fiddled around in my lap.
They stopped when I felt the warm press of a much larger being placed over mine.

Moving my focus to my left, I faced Abbey to see him glance at me. His face expressed concern over me.

“Are you okay, darling?”

“I don’t know. It’s stupid, but I’m very nervous,” I admitted. I’ve never lived by myself before. I mean, Comfort isn’t leaving yet, but she will in another week or so.”

He frowned slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. “It's not stupid to be nervous, pretty.”

“I know,” I sighed. I'm a therapist, for Christ’s sake, I mentally chided myself. “But what if this is a mistake? What if I mess up or something bad happens, like when I was in college?” I was grasping at straws, nearing panic as anxiety welled up in my chest.

My mind conjured an endless amount of horrible outcomes to doing this by myself. My heart began to beat faster as I felt as if I were dooming myself.
Fear slowly seeped into me as we got closer to our destination.

God, I was doing well earlier, convincing myself that I could do this. But as we approach the destination, I was beginning to feel like I can’t.

“Mary,” Abbey's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

Blinking slowly as he faced me, realizing we had stopped at a red light.

“You seem to be worried. It’s okay to be afraid, Mary. Everyone fears something. I don’t look at you differently for freaking out about something you did not have a pleasant experience with.” He paused, letting his words seep in.

“But what if it doesn’t work out? What if I fail?”

“You learn from it and try again,” he said with confidence.

“Besides, you won’t be completely alone. You’ll have your best friend, Shola, and myself to help you. Alright?”

“Alright,” I repeated, lifting my head. A small smile appeared on my face as I looked at him.

“Look at you being all insightful.” I teased him, attempting to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, shooting me a wide smile. “Well, I am a thirty-two-year-old man. I know a few wise quotes here and there.” We laughed for a while and then settled.

His throat cleared a short time after.

“So uh-what's your friend like?”

“Why? Are you trying to impress her?” I joked, giggling.

When I didn’t hear a response back, my eyes widened slightly. “Abbey…”

“She means a lot to you and I..” he paused, drumming his thumb on the steering wheel awkwardly. “I want to make a good impression. I uh- picked up some wine and a small gift the day before and I hope she enjoys it.”

“Comfort already likes you,” I told him softly.

When we stopped at another light, I brought my hand up to his cheek. Turning his face towards me, I leaned in and our lips met gingerly. Feeling sparks burst as we kissed at the light for a moment.

“What was that for?” he asked once we parted. Continuing onward to Comfort's place.

“For being you,” I replied before sitting back in my seat. “Do you think I’m making the right choice? That I can do this on my own?” I asked, turning the conversation serious once again.

“Yes,” he didn’t hesitate to answer. “I full-heartedly believe in you, and I’m proud that you are going this for yourself. As much as I wish to keep you home with men, this is something you have to do,” his words warmed my heart as he spoke with such confidence.

We finally drove into Comfort's apartment.

“Thank you, Abbey.”

“Anytime, pretty Mary. Anytime.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

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Thanks boss for the update

This Mary better be careful nobody falls for 2 besties cos you might never get any of them or one might be jealous enough to end your life.

Nice one op
Let's see how this plays out o..
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Nice one op
Let's see how this plays out o..
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I have posted episode 43 twice and I can't find it here

Pls sir don't keep us waiting!! I love your story

Naso them use abandon this sweet story

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Naso them use abandon this sweet story

Nooo
I posted episode 43 twice.

I can't see it again

It' surprising anyway and who is removing it from the thread

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Nooo
I posted episode 43 twice.

I can't see it again

Mods better behave abii which kind problem be this nah. Person posted one episode twice and Una dey remove am

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I have completed it there.

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Part 3



Since Episode 43 didn't stay, let me see if 44 will stay. Meanwhile, the complete story is on my Facebook page (Frank The Writer)

Episode 44

~ Mary's POV ~

The smell of yam, potatoes, and burnt toast filled the small apartment. My heels clacked along the hardwood floor as my body scurried within the kitchen. Glancing at my phone on the counter as the alarm went off again. I had about five minutes before I have to leave for work.

“What is going on here?”

Comfort's voice came out from the living room. Still dressed in her pajamas, I imagined, she yawned aloud.
Not sparing her a glance, I took the potatoes off the gas before placing some on a plate that had a side of yam on it already.

“I was trying to make you a big breakfast, but I woke up late this morning,” I told her as I moved to the toaster.

Despite the bread burning my hands, I took it out before smearing jelly on it. Placing the toast on the plate beside the yam and potatoes, I turned around and walked toward her with a smile.

"I would have made eggs and noodles, too, but..”

“You know I'm not an early bird, Mary.” She reached a hand out toward the plate and looked down at it with a grin.

“I’m about to tear this up. God, I’m seriously going to miss your cooking when I leave. Thank youuuu."

“You are welcome," I told her before I wiped the counters down with a wet rag.

“I thought you were going to sleep in my room again, but you never came.”

Since moving in a week and a half ago, she didn’t want me to sleep on the couch. So she insisted we share her bed because she didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.

Comfort and I have shared beds many times, so I had no issue with it. Plus, her bed was very comfortable.
Taking a moment to answer her question, I hesitated. “Oh…,” she trailed off, her voice beginning to tease me.

“Oh, what?” I asked, shrugging her off.

However, I knew where she was heading. She ate another piece of potato before speaking again “You were talking to Abbey all night, huh!”

Choosing not to respond, my alarm went off again, signaling that it was time for me to go.

After my finger pressed ‘stop' to turn it off, my phone received a text message. My eyes scanned over it briefly. This man was always on time.
Putting the rag down in the sink, I turned to Comfort. “I've gotta go,” I told her as I went into the living room to fetch my purse and new house keys.

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved me off.

“You are lucky this time. Don’t think you’re off the look.” She pointed her fork at me with a small laugh.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I’ll probably be home late tonight,” I informed Comfort as I headed toward the door.

“Mhm, have a good day at work, and don’t forget to wear protection when you and Abbey meet,” she said, laughing.

I slammed the door shut to cut off her words. Though it didn’t do good as I could still hear her laughing from within the apartment. Shaking my head at her antics, I rushed out of the building.

Comfort wasn’t wrong about her assumptions. Following my departure from Abbey and Shola's place, Abbey and I have found other ways to spend time together. We would settle after having had a long day and then have late video calls with each other.

Sometimes they would end at about one in the morning, but last night we pushed the limit. Neither of us cared that we had work in the morning. Choosing to stay on until about four in the morning, if I’m not mistaken.
I didn’t think would miss him this much, but I did. My mind and body craved him in a way I’ve never felt toward my husband.

Speaking of, I’ve been keeping my mind off John.

Lately, my feelings for him have waned tremendously. What I had once thought of as love has spiraled into something darker.
Anger.

I was beyond upset with him for everything he did and even angrier with myself. I chose to marry him. At one point, John was my everything. The man I’d do anything for, but now my eyes see that what I thought of as love may not have been love at all.

I wonder if what we had was real or did I make it all up in my mind? Too scared to be alone that I romanticized him.

The honk of a car beeping shook me from my thoughts. The sight of a sleek black car parked in front had me eyeing it in confusion.
Suddenly, the passenger door opened and out came a man dressed in blue slacks, a white long-sleeve shirt with a golden cross necklace dangling from his neck.

Shola.

“Mary.” He dipped his head at me in greeting before he beckoned me closer. Walking toward him, a smile crept on my face.

“Hi,” I waved at him.

“Did you get a new car? I thought you were a stranger when I saw the car.”

“Yeah, adding it to the collection,” he said with a grin before we walked together to the passenger side. Opening the door for me, I threw him a grateful look before getting in the vehicle. He closed the door behind me after making sure I was alright. It smelled like a brand-new car, so he wasn’t lying.

Along with it was his natural sandalwood scent. The interior was nice with leather and spacious seats. It also had a touch screen in the car with a lot of apps.
While I was busy taking in the car's appearance, Shola got into the driver's side.

“Technically to Abbey's collection, not mine.” He added.

“Oh?”

“Seatbelts,” he said, and I followed his command.

Reaching over my right shoulder to put it on as he did the same with his. “Yeah, Abbey wanted me to pick it up on my way to you. Did he show you the rest of his cars yet?”

Shaking my head, “No. How many does he have?”

“I think four,” he chuckled before pulling from the curb. “He has a thing for sports cars. I’m sure he’ll show you one day.”

“For some reason, I would have thought you were into those types of cars,” I admitted.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Don’t most military men like that kind of stuff?” I asked jokingly, causing him to laugh.

Since moving, the two men have been stubborn about taking me to work. Not wanting me to ride the bus. Turns out they were truly committed to helping me out, so they took turns driving me to and from work. There wasn’t a schedule in place now, but the night before I’d get a text from either of them telling me who'll be there in the morning.

Today was Shola's turn and so far it wasn’t bad. He’s taken me to work a few times since I moved. The first few times were awkward as we didn’t have much to say.

However, gradually we started to converse. Although we weren’t buddy-buddy yet, we were slowly becoming friends.

“I’m actually more of a simple man. Don’t you remember me picking you up in a Mercedes?” he asked with a grin while keeping his eyes on the road.

I shrugged. “Yes, and a Mercedes is expensive. That’s far from simple.”
“True, but it’s not that expensive vehicle. Besides, it’s not about the price that makes it simple, it’s about the look and quality of it.”

“If you say so,” I told him with a slight shake of my head. I was holding back a laugh while he glanced at me as we came upon a red light.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “I've been thinking…” He trailed off going off-topic.

“Thinking of what?”

“Well, we hardly know each other, and I want to know more about you.”

“Ok. Do I get to ask you some questions too?” I asked him, tempted to go along with his idea. He nodded in response. “Of course. You go first.”

“Um,” I paused, thinking of what to ask him.

“What made you go into the military?”

He hesitated. The grin on his lips tilted downwards slightly before he schooled his features.

Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “My father was in the military and at the time, I wanted to follow his footsteps.”

“Oh, is he still in..?

“He's dead.”

Despite the easy-going smile on his face, the topic seemed anything, but clearly, that was a sore subject for him, but I wouldn’t question it. “What about you?” Any family?” He asked, to which I tilted my head.

“I'm an orphan. I met Comfort in school and she’s like a sister to me.”
“Damn. That’s good you met her then. Do you know what happened to your parents? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“No. I was going to look for them, but I changed my mind.” I told him, moving my gaze to the window to loom outside.

“Why?” At his question this time I was the one who hesitated. Remembering the time Abbey asked me the same question.

“Have you tried to find out who your birth parents are?” he asked cautiously.

“I wanted to after I graduated from Secondary school, but then I went to Uni. And that was, well, I didn’t have the best time. Then at some point, I just left it alone.”

Thinking back, I decided to tell Shola the same thing. It sounds better than the truth as to why I really stopped searching. More so that I never began looking in the first place.

“Sore subject?” he asked after I answered him. Realizing that the smoke that was once on my face was now gone.

“More like a sore past. Sometimes I dislike thinking about how I grew up. Everything is tied into who I am now if that makes sense."

A beat of silence passed by as we got lost in our thoughts.

***

Opening his door, he exited the car before walking over to the passenger side. It’s weird how I’ve gotten so used to him and Abbey doing this for me. Although the gesture was small, it was chivalrous and made me happy. I stepped out of the car once he opened my door.

“Thank you, Shola,” I said as he closed the door behind me.

“No problem, Mary. And don’t suggest taking a taxi, Uber, or whatever. I’ll be picking you up. Text or call me if you leave early or need anything I’ll see you later,” I nodded up at him.

“Bye, Shola.” I waved at him before I began walking towards the doors. Once inside, I turned around to see his car pull off. He always waits until I’m in the building to finally leave. Placing my signature work smile on my face, I greeted a few of my coworkers and then headed toward my office.
I had plenty of clients to get through today.

With a tired sigh, I finished reviewing one of my client's files. Placing the files into a folder titled with the client’s name, I moved it into my middle drawer. Settling it with the other files that I have on others. When I heard my phone ring, I knew it was Shola. I called him about a half hour ago, telling him I was getting off work soon. He had told me he was on his way, so the text must mean he was outside waiting.

Standing up from the desk, I made sure I didn’t leave additional papers out. I also made sure to collect my bag and phone before walking out of the room.
As usual, the hallways were less crowded and more empty around this time. By now, people were either home or leaving the facility.
While leaving, I said my goodbyes to my other coworkers until I reached the main lobby.

Right as I exited the doors to the facility, I noticed Shola standing by his car dressed in the same clothes from earlier.

However, this time, he wore sunglasses. He was once he saw me and right as I was about to do the same, my name was called. I recognized that voice. My attention moved to my left and I was shocked to see him dressed in his police uniform. He took long strides toward me. My pulse raced as he approached me.

My eyes glanced away from his to see Shola looking at me in concern as I neared panic. I guess he saw something he didn’t like on my face because he instantly started making his way toward me. I was going to faint. This cannot be happening. I shook my head at him subtly, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Though I may not have done well in being subtle because the man in front of me began to turn. I grabbed onto his arm, stopping him.


To be continued…
Frank The Writer

One or two more episodes to go. ❤🦅
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