Never Love a Serial Lover




C. Nova


(c) 2024


MC was a young man full of ideas. From the scratch, he was able to establish a club business that gained success and prominence. The problem with MC was he was once a serial lover, and he would always be a serial lover that no lady should trust with her heart.





He never imagined that starting a club business would be in his future, let alone a successful one. As a young man in the university, his dream was to graduate in Accountancy, become a chartered accountant and work in a multi national company.

His name was MC, short for Michael Chucks, and this is the story of how he embarked on a journey that would change his life forever.

It all began one chilly July evening when he found himself standing outside a dilapidated building in Ikeja. The one storey building was residential but it was obvious it was a very old and not-well-attended-to building.

He later learnt that the owner had died and that the adult children who inherited it were eager to sell it off and share the proceeds. The money they were asking for was quite on the high side, but MC approached his father, a city billionaire, for assistance.

Phillips Chuck's, MC's father was quite sceptical.

"What do you want to do with that old building?" he had asked. "Why not get a better place and develop it?"

MC was undaunted. He had already set his mind on what he wanted and he was prepared to pursue it to a logical end. After more dilly-dallying, his father gave him the loan. MC purchased the building and gave all the tenants quit notice. Some months later, he set bulldozers to demolish the place. On that same plot of land was The Bull Club house.

It took weeks of tireless work, but with the help of a dedicated team, They managed to turn the rundown space into a captivating venue that exuded an atmosphere of excitement and electricity.

His vision for The Bulls was to create an inclusive space that catered to people from all walks of life. He wanted it to be a sanctuary where the pulsating beats of music resonated, captivating the hearts and souls of those who stepped foot inside.

It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

Come on

It wasn't just about the music; it was about creating an experience where people could come together and forget the worries of the world, even if it were just for a few hours.

With his club fully erected and ready to open its doors, the next challenge was attracting patrons. MC devised a clever marketing campaign, ensuring The Bulls's presence was felt throughout the city. He spread the word like wildfire, promising a new era of music, dance, and camaraderie that transcended the boundaries of ordinary nightlife.

On the grand opening night, a sense of nervous excitement overwhelmed him. Would people, apart from his friends and invited guests, show up? Would they embrace the concept he had poured his heart into?

It turned out that he had nothing to fear. That Friday was a day never to forget. Many patrons came, signalling the beginning of good things to come. As the clock struck midnight, the once-abandoned club was transformed into a haven of life, energy, and pulsating beats.

People flooded in, drawn to the rhythm of the music resonating through their souls. The dance floor throbbed with animated bodies as laughter mingled with the bass-filled notes. The success of that night was unparalleled, and it was only the beginning.

Even his father was impressed with what he had put up while Ebele, his step mom eyed him somehow. MC basked in the euphoria of his first personal business venture.

Words quickly spread about the unique experience visitors found at The Bulls. It became the go-to destination for music aficionados, party-goers, and those seeking a break from the monotony of everyday life. As the club soared in popularity, collaborations with renowned DJs and live music acts started pouring in. The energy in the crowd was electric, and the sense of belonging within their club's walls was palpable.

After a couple of years, and The Bulls had become an acclaimed sensation, making its mark on the city's vibrant nightlife scene. The once unsightly spot was now a thriving hub, attracting people from near and far who seek an escape from reality through music and camaraderie.

Looking back at his journey, he cannot help but feel immense pride. The road to success was not easy, but the challenges he faced along the way only fueled his determination to create something extraordinary. The Bulls stands as a testament to daring to dream and taking risks, transforming a neglected space into a thriving sanctuary that has brought joy and unity to many. And as he stood here, surrounded by the pulsating beats and beaming faces, he knew that this is just the beginning of an incredible chapter in his life.

As the owner of a growing company, he found himself in need of a personal assistant to help manage his ever-increasing workload. With a stack of resumes in hand, he decided to invite three potential candidates for an interview. Little did he know that this process would lead him down an unexpected path, one that challenged his own biases and assumptions.

MC still needed some personal staff. Specifically, he needed a personal assistant. He had already shortlisted some of those that applied. The day of the interviews finally arrived, and he eagerly waited for the first candidate to be interviewed.

The day of the interviews finally arrived, and he eagerly waited for the first candidate to be interviewed.

The interview was supposed to start by ten o'clock in the morning. By ten minutes after ten, three ladies were waiting at the reception office. Of course, he had only called for ladies to apply.

He finally called the first lady inside his office. He was face to face with a young woman named Amaka who exuded confidence and professionalism. She had an impressive resume, showcasing her organizational skills and experience in managing multiple tasks simultaneously. Her qualifications were impeccable.

MC was impressed, but there was another important factor.

"Can you tease me if there's need for that?" He asked her.

Amaka was puzzled. "Tease you? How do you mean, sir?"

MC smiled at her. "For example, if there is need to feast my eyes on something fascinating, will you oblige?"

She still looked puzzled. "I don't understand."

He smiled again as he studied her across his desk.

"Alright, I'll be plain. Right now, I want you to tease me by removing your top."

She became wide-eyed. "You mean..."

"Yes," he interrupted her. "I mean remove your top."

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She became wide-eyed. "You mean..."

"Yes," he interrupted her. "I mean remove your top."

Very reluctantly, she stood up and unbottoned her top. She did it almost mechanically, as if a force was making her to do.

Michael looked at her intently. Now, she stood before him, her upper part only clad in white bra. Her boobs, encased in the lacy bra, seemed to be modest. I sighed, nodded and asked her to wear her top back

Next came Jane, a bright and intelligent woman who had demonstrated a high level of expertise in office administration during their phone conversation. Her diligent and detail-oriented approach was evident in her crisp resume and her confident answers during the interview.

When MC told her about if she could tease him and instructed her to remove her top, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, sir, he won't be able to do that," Jane said.

MC did not prompt her further. Neither did he threaten that she would not get the job if she didn't comply with his request. In his mind, he crossed out the possibility of employing Jane.

Finally, there was Joyce. From the moment she entered the room, she captured his full attention. With her striking beauty, she effortlessly commanded the space. While her resume showed a limited amount of experience, she possessed an undeniable charm that could not be ignored.

He finally put the same request he gave to others to Joyce.

"Is that the factor that will make me get the job?" Joyce asked.

MC chuckled. "Perhaps," he said cautiously.

With a known smile, Joyce stood up, removed the black jacket she was wearing and unbottoned her white shirt.

Her boobs In the black bra were larger than they first appeared. They seemed full and rounded, but bras could be very deceptive.

Ride on.

They seemed full and rounded, but bras could be very deceptive.

"Are you ok with standing before me like this?" He asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes."

He nodded too. "That's good. If I have to take a further step by removing the bra, will you oblige?"

In an unabashed voice, she answered in the affirmative.

"Well, you're not going to remove the bra yet," he said smugly. "But I'm going to be asking you some very personal questions."

"Okay."

He nodded again. "Will you be ready and willing to stay in a hotel room with me for nights?"

Again, her answer was in the affirmative.

"Won't you see that as sexual harassment? Even your top that I asked you to remove now, don't you see it as sexual harassment?"

Now, Joyce. "You didn't force me to do it. I consented willingly to what you asked for, so it's not sexual harassment."

"Good. You can wear your clothes back."

In the end, it was with no conflict and hesitation that he made his decision. He chose Joyce, not solely because of her physical appearance, but because he believed her charm and magnetism would be assets in representing the company. However, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he had missed out on a highly qualified candidate purely based on looks and impressions.

That was how Joyce got the job. She started the job immediately, as directed by her boss.

That very evening, MC took her to one of the reserved rooms in the club. This time, even without prompts, Joyce unclothed for. He could go beyond just feasting his eyes on the boobs; now, he could handle them and carry out all his sexual fantasies.

Nice one.

That very evening, MC took her to one of the reserved rooms in the club. This time, even without prompts, Joyce unclothed for him. He could go beyond just feasting his eyes on the boobs; now, he could handle them and carry out all his sexual fantasies.


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MC had poured his heart and soul into running this club, and it was finally paying off. It was time to let go of the stress and indulge in a much-deserved celebration with his friends. The atmosphere was electric as they gathered in their beloved club, buzzing with excitement and a shared sense of accomplishment.

A rainbow of disco lights flickered and danced across the walls, illuminating the dance floor where their friends were already swaying to the infectious rhythm of the music. The bass pounded through the speakers, reverberating in their chests and syncing their heartbeats.

As he made his way through the crowd, he was greeted with a chorus of cheers and congratulations. Friends, old and new, surrounded me, shouting words of praise and admiration. Though appreciative, he couldn't help but divert their attention towards the true stars of the evening - the club and its success.

They raised their glasses high, toasting to the countless hours, sleepless nights, and relentless determination that had brought them to this very moment. The clinking of glasses resonated in the air, a unified declaration of victory and camaraderie.

Lost in the infectious energy, he took to the dance floor alongside his friends. The music coursed through their veins like a potent elixir, infusing each step with a vibrant energy. Laughter and joy filled the air as they let go of their inhibitions, completely surrendering to the music's magnetic pull.

The night was a testament to the incredible bonds they had formed along this journey. Each friend had played an integral role in the club's success, offering their unwavering support and expertise when needed. And now, it was time to revel in the fruits of their collective labor.

Guests from all walks of life - loyal patrons, fellow performers, and a myriad of creative minds - had congregated in their haven. Their smiles and infectious energy spread like wildfire, creating an atmosphere of pure bliss. Faces filled with sheer delight blanketed the room, serving as a reflection of their achievement.

But it wasn't just about the loud music and jubilant dancing. Their club had become a sanctuary where artists of all kinds could express themselves freely. It had become a source of inspiration, providing a platform for dreams to come to life. This celebration embodied the spirit of creativity and collaboration that flourished within these walls.

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This celebration embodied the spirit of creativity and collaboration that flourished within these walls.

As the night wore on, the walls reverberated with chanting and clapping, as friends formed a spontaneous drum circle. They embraced the sheer joy of being together, bound by a mutual love for this slice of paradise.

Joyce was not feeling too well, so she could not stay on for too long. But the merriment continued. In that moment, he realized that this celebration was not only about success but also about gratitude for the people who had supported him throughout this journey.

They finally wound down, dancing their way to the sweet promise of rest. As their final song filled the air, he looked around at the smiling faces, feeling an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. This celebration would forever be etched in their memories as a testament to friendship, resilience, and the sheer power of creating something meaningful.

And as MC closed his eyes that night, the rhythmic beat of the music still echoing in his ears, he knew that this was just the beginning. His club had flourished, and he was ready to continue this wild adventure of making dreams come true.

As the night winded down and the celebration came to an end.

"Thank you so much, dear friends, for coming," MC said. He found himself bidding farewell to his friends as they departed one by one in their cars. It was late in the night but he too would return home.

After making sure everything was in order before leaving the club, he ventured out into the quiet darkness of the night. The streets were deserted, save for the occasional passing car, casting eerie shadows as they sped by.

A sense of exhaustion washed over him as he settled into the driver's seat, ready to make the journey home. The adrenaline and excitement from the night now faded, leaving him feeling drained and worn out. But little did he know, the night still had one last twist awaiting him.

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A sense of exhaustion washed over him as he settled into the driver's seat, ready to make the journey home. The adrenaline and excitement from the night now faded, leaving him feeling drained and worn out. But little did he know, the night still had one last twist awaiting him.

It was now late in the night. As MC drove along the dimly lit streets, trying to shake off the weariness that clung to me, a wave of dizziness suddenly washed over him. His head spun, and his vision blurred, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the road ahead. Panic started to rise within me, and he realized that something was seriously wrong.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he struggled to maintain control of the car. Sweat formed on his forehead, mingling with the fear that was steadily growing within him. He knew he couldn't continue driving in this condition. He had to find help, and fast.

With a deterhisd resolve, MC veered off the main road and began searching desperately for any sign of a hospital. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, both from the symptoms that were ravaging his body and the fear that he wouldn't be able to get the help he needed in time.

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared before him - a sign indicating a private hospital just some blocks away. Adrenaline surged through his veins as he maneuvered his car towards the entrance, praying for strength and assistance to see him through this ordeal.

He could barely drive through the entrance gate of the one-storey hospital. As he stumbled out of the car, his legs felt weak and unsteady beneath him.

Every step was a struggle, but the urgency pushed him forward. Through the glass doors, he stumbled into the hospital lobby, desperately searching for someone to help him.