The man who’d make you miserable…
Esohe saw none of it. Folarin was suave, cocky with a confidence level bordering dangerously at an arrogant angle. Critical of some of Esohe’s moves, ideas, choices, and even friends, and she let him change her. A power dresser with a wardrobe his job in a multinational funded easily. At 5 ‘8’, he once confessed to Esohe that he wasn’t exactly at the height he would have preferred but would make do with it anyway. His suits moulded his lanky frame, exuding just the right amount of importance and ego he needed to exert authority and respect. His ebony head was almost always clean shaven, a smooth flow into an equally shaven face, free of any additional strand of hair either save for his eyebrows above a pair of brooding, deep set eyes and sensual, slightly full lips. He was all about his image, outward appearance, and Esohe, distractingly pretty and easy to manipulate trophy wife was perfect for his external impression on the world.
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