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“Nothing is wrong with you. You are perfect” he looked into my eyes and kissed me; a kiss that took the wind from under me. If I was standing I think my knees would have given me way to fall to the ground. The kiss was so mesmerizing that we couldn’t talk after. We just sat there in silence basking in each other’s presence.

Her eyes begged him for mercy but he had none to give, so her heart prayed hard to the God that she came there to find but there was no answer. She was left to fight a losing battle. A battle that left her violated and debased, feeling worthless and mortified because of the decision she made that morning to go to church.

People say that when you have a good number of suitors, it makes you feel attractive. I get a lot of attention from men and sometimes women and at the moment I have three guys fighting for my attention but I do not feel attractive, or confidence. Do you want to know what I feel? Confusion and lack of confidence, I am starting to realize that I feel the most sexy or attractive when I am confident in the decisions that I make; which is not the case at the moment.

I begged him and told him that my boss forced me to go out with Abdul, so that he could talk to his father to bring more business for the bank. I even went on to tell him how he was the one I wanted to be with and no one else but he did not believe me. The next words out of his mouth were shocking

Adeola handed her cellphone to the terrified young man, who surprisingly stayed back. In a nod, she asked him to read out the message she just received. He obeyed. It read: YOUR TIME IS UP. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes.

When she attempted to wipe them away, her eyes caught Greg looking at her from a near distance. The blood in her body started to evaporate, she felt like the life in her was slowly slipping away and Greg was her only source of life.

“This is it” I thought “He is going to come over to my table and say hi” But he didn’t. He turned his face away without waving or nodding or even recognizing that I am someone that deserves to be greeted.

I looked at him again this time paying attention to the tribal marks on his face and said nothing. I know when a man is looking for my attention and I was in no mood to indulge. I mean if something was really wrong with me is it in the toilet he will help me? All these pervs.

“Asari,” I heard Max call out as he approached. “I apologize, really.” He said, as he held my waist from…