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When we…fire!
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Eddie’s ‘source’
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You’ve got me feeling emotions
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One afternoon of spilling and meeting
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Get your back up off the wall!
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Que sera sera
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Three men and a lady
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Guess who’s back?
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A strategic, scented move
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With boardroom boldness

When we…fire!

A rush of emotions engulfed him simultaneously. The delight at her presence. Her choice of welcome. The unexpectedness of it yet extremely pleasing and totally welcoming. Her jasmine scent assaulting his senses. Their combination instinctively sent his arms sliding down her back to rest on her waist, moulding her supple curves to the hard contours of his.

Her soft lips parted under his urgent ones as he kissed her right back, taking charge of her spontaneity. She closed her eyes and sighed, savouring the taste of him as a delicious shiver ran down her spine.

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Eddie’s ‘source’

“And this…” She thrust the envelope at Esohe. “…is for Saturday. I hope you have no prior engagements. I meant to give you last week.” Her employee took the proffered envelope but didn’t attempt to open it yet. “It’s a gala organized by B & I for their charity.” A small, knowing smile began to tug at the corner of her mouth until Mrs Osula’s next words. “You can go with Mr. Williams if he doesn’t have a plus one already.”

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One afternoon of spilling and meeting

A sneer waiting to happen on his lips, his eyes raked over the couple. “Are you the one screwing my wife, mister?” His accusatory tone directed at Eddie whose hand instinctively closed protectively around Esohe.

No sooner had she recovered from his sudden appearance did his words knock the wind out of her again. “Folarin!” She gasped.

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Get your back up off the wall!

“We’ll trail you until you get home.” Eddie walked her to her car parked beside his.

“There’s no need for that. I’ll be…” She began.

“I’ve kept you away until now, Esohe.” He interrupted her. “Until you’re safely back there, then I can start mine. And no, I will not use my ‘phone to track your progress.”

She stopped by the driver’s door. “Where do you live?”

“Phase one.”

“Of where?”

“Lekki.” He transferred his jacket, strapped around his right arm, to the left.

“Do you know where I stay?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“There’s no winning with you, is there?”

“Not on your safety tonight, there isn’t.”

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Three men and a lady

August 12th | Iganmu “e fit be one prophetess don yarn your guy if e nor beg better beg, e go die by fire.” Alero offered in her wisdom, her royal blue skirt suit matching her straight-faced expression before turning to the squirming bundle in her arms and began making cooing noises. The infant squealed in delight in response, her chubby, light -skinned face wreathed in adorable, gummy smiles.  “Mtchewwww.” Jennifer hissed good-naturedly and turned to Esohe by her side as the trio walked away from the church’s entrance and towards its sprawling car park which flanked the building on all sides. “So what else did he say? What did he want?” She inquired, touching the fiery red gele adorning her head in sharp contrast to the snow-white buba and iro attire she had on, with a pair of 2’ strappy, red, bejeweled slippers.  Esohe shrugged. She looked resplendent in a purple, v-necked, studded boubou whose drawstring function at the waist, accentuated her trim figure. “Beside the apology, he wants back into Osayu’s life. I told him I never prevented him before now. He chose to stay away.” “Back in Osayu’s life. How?” Confusion marred Jennifer’s light-skinned, pretty face.  “More face-to-face visits. Be responsible for his upkeep, education.” Esohe elaborated. “Like I said I never stopped him before.”  “na lie!” Alero interjected. “na so e go use that weak levels enter your life again. Tufiakwa! E nor go happen!”  “Good morning ladies!” A smoky voice prevented any response, serious or silly, to Alero claims, as they neared a grey-coloured 4WD belonging to Jennifer and her husband. Surprise washed over Esohe’s expression even before she turned around to acknowledge its owner clad in a well – fitting, mustard-brown, short -sleeved guinea ensemble. The hue melted with his skin tone and appearance. He looked good and, she was certain, was aware of it. “I didn’t think you’d make it!” She blurted out before he enveloped her in a brief, unexpected hug. Another surprise.  “Good morning.” Jennifer’s gaze was guarded as she assessed the stranger and her friend.”  “You be IK?” No airs,”more

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