Ifeoma Ofum was beaming with smile as she dropped her bag into the settee. This night was the first time in almost a week she was feeling truly happy and excited. She was happy to have found her smile, once again. And she was feeling excited how everything seemed to be changing so soon. She took her seat in the only other piece of furniture in the sitting room and did not realise when she closed her eyes for a short prayer. “God, please make this last.” She muttered.
She needed no one to tell her Mike was sweeping her off her feet already. But did she care? No way! She was enjoying it all. She tried to play back how it had all gone since meeting him on that fateful Saturday evening. Mike had proved to be the angel that rescued her when her world had practically crashed when Ken, her ex boyfriend whose memory was gradually eroding, had embarrassingly threw her out of his car cold-heartedly.
Two meetings had ensued between Mike and her prior to tonight’s rendezvous where he had treated her to a sumptuous meal and a bout of laughter that had succeeded in lifting the gloom Ken had brought her totally. She had been surprised when he had knocked on her door the first time, a day after the day they first met. He had come to check on her to know how she was doing since that was the only possible way he could achieve that. Only a gentleman would do that as far as Ifeoma was concerned. And when Mike had paid her his first arranged visit, two days after, she had found him likable.
Though, Mike had not formally asked her out, she could tell where it was all heading between them, after their date tonight. She was falling for his charm. She needed no psychic’s warning. Anything that would erase the painful memory of Ken was a welcome idea. And Mike was proving not just to be anything. She could swear he would prove more than that. His sweet and debonair personality could not be lost on her. She knew he would have given in had Mike made the slightest of moves to kiss her when he had brought her back home. But she felt no disappointment that it didn’t happen. She reckoned Mike was trying not to take advantage of her susceptibility. Besides, she knew it was only a matter of time before they hit it off. And she could tell it would be very soon. “Maybe even tomorrow…” She was thinking when her phone rang. She reached for her bag as swift as she could. She felt like hearing his mellifluous voice. But her disappointment was visible when it turned out Ken was the person calling. She hissed as she dropped the phone back in her bag. She might as well seize the opportunity the intrusion provided to undress for the night. She picked up her shoes which she had kicked off when she came in and headed for the room.
Ifeoma on unfastening the hook that held her dress in place, allowed it to fall to the ground revealing a pair of well rounded breasts. She cupped them in her hands and could not resist fondling them as a sensual sensation swept through her. She craved a man's touch. If only Mike could walk in...
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Mike hummed a tuneless song on 'Easy Does It' to himself as he drove home. He had no misgiving that Ifeoma was at his beck and call already. But he always loved to make it special. 'Play it like a gentleman' was always the easiest way to a woman's heart. He knew a vulnerable woman. He could tell Ifeoma would have agreed to anything with him even on their first date. He was sure Ifeoma would not have put up too much resistance, if any at all, had he been suggestive. Maybe she was even one of those women who could not afford to be without a man. But a woman's body was not what he wanted. He wanted the heart. He would play it on until her heart would come into the picture. He had been dealt a broken heart. And it was going to be hearts, many hearts for his wounded heart.
He mustered enough strength to blank out the image that was about building up in his mind. It was a road down memory lane he tried as much as possible not to go back to. Going back there would break him down. "I'm stronger now." He told himself out loud and began to hum the tuneless song 'Easy Does It' as he resolved to concentrate on the road ahead.
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N.B: Thanks for keeping it a date once again this week. Please endeavour to leave your thoughts on the story so far. This gesture would always be appreciated. Do have a splendid weekend. Until next week again, Vince Salamson is still the name. Catch y'all!
Mike hummed a tuneless song on 'Easy Does It' to himself as he drove home. He had no misgiving that Ifeoma was at his beck and call already. But he always loved to make it special. 'Play it like a gentleman' was always the easiest way to a woman's heart. He knew a vulnerable woman. He could tell Ifeoma would have agreed to anything with him even on their first date. He was sure Ifeoma would not have put up too much resistance, if any at all, had he been suggestive. Maybe she was even one of those women who could not afford to be without a man. But a woman's body was not what he wanted. He wanted the heart. He would play it on until her heart would come into the picture. He had been dealt a broken heart. And it was going to be hearts, many hearts for his wounded heart.
He mustered enough strength to blank out the image that was about building up in his mind. It was a road down memory lane he tried as much as possible not to go back to. Going back there would break him down. "I'm stronger now." He told himself out loud and began to hum the tuneless song 'Easy Does It' as he resolved to concentrate on the road ahead.
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N.B: Thanks for keeping it a date once again this week. Please endeavour to leave your thoughts on the story so far. This gesture would always be appreciated. Do have a splendid weekend. Until next week again, Vince Salamson is still the name. Catch y'all!
