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Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 3:56pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
purple disclaimer: i seriously by heart intend to finish this work and by finish i mean that kind of finish where the readers ask another story. please do criticize as it improves, comment and like as it encourages, share as it gives publicity, and as you do thank you. i dont know anything about copyrights but i read one that said this piece solely belonged to me and you would need my permission... something between that line. so here it goes bleep and run |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 3:57pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
*1* Mike Adewale was the kind of boss who never mixed his home life with his business life. It wasn’t until I got a dot com break through that I went to his house and met his wife. It had never bothered me that he never invites any of his employees to his house. To my understanding there was nothing special about a boss who takes his employees as part of his family. It just seemed aberrant to invite your employees to dinner and chew over non work related issues. Mike Adewale wasn’t that kind. He was strictly the medieval type of boss. He hunted for the best IT professionals the country can provide and lured them from their working place with high salaries and perks. To loyalist geeks this was disgusting, but to geeks who ventured into Info tech to make a living if not a fortune this was music to the ears. Earning high salaries and perks as an IT guru was rosy aspect of being an IT specialist. But the requirements were sometimes hefty: no office romance, your only companion is your desk and everything on it, deliver before deadline, coming in before opening time and leaving after your supervisors. Though tedious, the money and perks involved made it worth it. I had been a freelance developer, doing spare time projects and trying my hands on web app startups, getting little or no revenue for my brilliant ideas I had switched to blogging, affiliate marketing, domain flipping and mini importation. As none of these were my passion I had quit and left someone else to run them and tried my hand one more time on developing solutions through mobile apps and desktop soft wares. One of these caught Mike Adewale’s attention. I remember checking my mail box on that cold Sunday morning on Christmas Eve to see a new message from contact@tmn.com. I was mystified; the name TMN was synonymous with the biggest tech company in Nigeria. Seeing an email from a well-known tech company sitting in my inbox, without further ado I clicked and waited for the usual process of sending to and fro to the web server, the message I saw was brief but enough to get me on my feet. *************************** My cellphone started ringing, I checked the caller id, and it was my close buddy Ken. Ken and I met at MacDonald University where we both studied, I was a computer science major and he was studying mechanical engineering. We kick started our friendship after sharing similar interest in robotics. Ken and I haven’t spoken to each other in quite some time. “Hey Ken! Where have you been?” I said. “Hey buddy it’s a very long story.” came Kens reply. “Ok where are you now? Want to come play call of duty with a master?” I said jokingly. “No thanks think I will pass” ken’s voice sounded agitated. “What’s the matter bro? You are sounding strange.” “Look Charles I am in serious trouble and I need your assistance” “What kind of trouble and assistance?” I said knowing what the reply would be like. “I need cash bro and you know…” “Not going to happen” I cut him short. “Pardon” - ken. “I said No Ken!” “Why?!” “I don’t need a reason for refusing to give you my money, but here is a few.” I was already clicking on the mail fuming. “I don’t pick money from shrubs, I work hard for it and that’s what you should be doing instead of always asking me for money by the way what do you do with them and what makes you think I owe you a dime! Look Ken… hello hello” the line was dead. Looking at my computer screen and holding a cup of hot coffee with my left hand I leaned closer to read the email. Mr. Charles michael, TMN Inc. noticed your new app on play store and would like to make an acquisition, please visit our office at VI to finalize the deal if you are interested. Ps meet with mike adewale the CEO. I sipped at the Nescafé and deliberated over the message, the phone call with Ken still bothering my mind! Last I heard TMN was going through innovation block, nothing new to present to the customers. This was bad news for the company but good news for me. A desperate company would be willing to pay high for a product and a developer would be willing to charge high. Now I don’t feel certain that the app I developed albeit useful would be of any good use to a company like TMN, but since they were pricing then I was definitely selling. VI – Victoria Island. The company’s headquarters, my residence If I stood from my apartment’s window, I could see the company’s logo on the top their building, a yellow background with the circled text ‘TMN’ written on it. Starring at the last sentence in the message I downed the remaining Nescafe. This was going to be a huge sale. My phone vibrated and checked to see who the message was from ‘Ken’ I hastily opened the text which content read; “Back stabber! I can’t believe we are friends, am in serious need of money and you can’t come through for me, you wicked soul am cutting all ties with you! Go to hell I shall pay you back for this, I will deal with you idiot! Your Mother!” I wasn’t surprised this wasn’t the first time Ken sent such messages when I refuse to give him money, but this one came with a threat. I scoffed at his threat ‘this broke ass couldn’t harm a dead mouse’ Christmas to me was a scam activity so I don’t celebrate, I left the next day to TMN, I was going to make a sale of course! 6 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 4:08pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
*2* Ps meet with Mike Adewale the CEO. I stood in front of the massive edifice, harmattan altering my delicate skin from its dark tone to white pale, impressed by the structure of the giant office, the finest in the country. The TMN has had its large share of job seekers; almost everyone who applied was rejected. Last year I had applied for a job there, I didn’t even get an interview. In a minute or so I would be inside but not for a job, I would be negotiating. I gingerly approached the entrance and met with the security man, 5 feet tall with broad shoulders he motioned for me to stop. “Please place all metals in the tray” he spoke with authority and provided a tray into which I dumped every metal on me. He proceeded to move his wand around my body trying to detect any metal. He didn’t. He stepped aside and motioned for me to enter inside; I took a deep breath and braced myself. The inner view of the TMN was exotic, filled with busy people. For the company there sure was no dulling moment. A very beautiful and attractive secretary approached me and motioned for me to follow her; we walked past other employees and arrived at an elevator. She pushed a button and the door slid open taking the lead she entered and on cue I slipped in right after her, the door slid shot. She pushed a button with the inscription “10” The elevator shaft roared to life, and we started ascending. “So who are we visiting on the tenth floor?” I said wryly. “Mike Adewale.” Came the cold reply. ******************************* I knew Adewale, of course, by reputation. I knew he was the CEO at TMN a tech company owned by rich businessmen and had built a wonderful thing out of it. Naturally I was nervous. Naturally I was boldly anticipating the meeting: meeting this guy was quite a feat in the tech eco system. A few minutes ago I was outside his office, and a few minutes later, I was standing before his desk, looking at his piercing grey eyes. Adewale was six foot 4, massively built, with a dark complexion, a big mouth resting under broad nostrils, a mouth that seemed to smile little and a pointed chin; A big man, around fifty six, thick around the middle, solid fat. He must work real hard to keep himself in such good condition. He studied me for maybe ten seconds before he got up and thrust out his hand, the hand shake was knuckle cracking. “Charles Michael good to see you” he said with a voice that would require rapt attention. I wondered how a small voice could command such a huge empire. “Good to meet you too” I offered myself a seat; Mike raised a brow not hiding his disgust. Hey am not here for a job interview. Something about the meeting with Mike seemed odd, I was in his office with him alone, no executives; we didn’t discuss much and before I knew it Mike was signing a cheque! Mike even asked me to stay and further help develop the app with. He was offering me an employment. I accepted, but I was only planning on staying for a while. The app was a “sms blocking app” there is quite a lot of them out there, but I added few extended functions on mine to suit the Nigerian mass. The idea for the app came when on a single day I received 23 messages from a single telecom company’s third party sms short code numbers, it was annoying and wouldn’t stop flooding in. out of disgust I opened my brainstorm, wrote algorithms, designed a user interface and wrote the code. The following week I placed the app on the play store and did a little word of mouth advert. Eventually the app took off, having two hundred thousand download on its first two weeks on the play store thanks to the good hearted moderator of a famous forum who moved the thread about the app to the front page. Reviews about the app were really positive, many users emphasized on the feature of placing all four length numbers that began with “50”, “33”, as irrelevant users also liked that I had already placed some of the annoying short codes on ban. I had wanted to monetize the app, but I didn’t want to spoil the user experience with ads also Nigerians wouldn’t like the idea of parting with their money; I had created a solution to a problem I didn’t want to create another one. The popularity and usefulness of the app had gotten me a big deal with “TMN” or so I thought but there was something fishy magazines didn’t call for interviews and I didn’t see the news on blogs, I didn’t bother myself as that wasn’t my business. On my first week at TMN I met victory, a hot stunning data analyst; brilliant, tall and fair complexioned, I wanted to make advances at her but TMN had a strict no office romance so I befriended victory. I had barely stayed two months at TMN when Mike Adewale called me into his office and made me an offer I just couldn’t resist. 3 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 4:13pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
*3* “Charles do you know why you are here?” he had said scanning my face with piercing grey eyes. “I’m fired?” I asked wryly. Mike managed a weak smile “You know one day you will pay for your misbehaviors” the man was actually grinning. Good thing I can get you to smile Mr. Adewale. Mike Adewale was a phlegmatic the man hardly smiled. “Tell me sincerely, do you like working for me?” the question startled me, and for a moment I stared at him. He raised his brow as if to say ‘go on boy, answer the question’ I took a deep breath; brace yourself Mike, you asked for it. “No” I said briskly. He seemed neither surprised nor offended by the answer, anyway it’s the truth. “I figured as much” he stood up now and sat at the table in front of me. He placed his right arm on my right shoulder leaned closer. “Charles I called you here to tell you that am leaving TMN” he said looking me in the eye, grinning again. “And am not leaving without taking you” My head shot up, looking at Mike Adewale with surprise. “Did I hear you correctly?” “Yes Charles every word” I sat up “You are leaving Tech Mandate the biggest tech company in the country where you have been the CEO for God knows how many years and you are not leaving without me? I rushed the sentence. Mike Adewale nodded stood up from the table and headed back to his seat. “Look Charles I am tired of working for a bunch of obese individuals, am thinking of starting my own tech startup” he winked. “I get that point, its okay if you want to leave but I don’t understand why you won’t leave unless you took me” “I was getting to that Mr. Michael but before we proceed I would like to know your net worth” ******************************* There was only one logical explanation for that question; I didn’t want to even think about it. I drew a deep breath, brace yourself again Mike this one is huge. “One million” I said. Mike was grinning again. “One million, in dollar or naira?” he said “Dollar” “How come?” Thanks to Google AdSense, Affiliate marketing and domain flipping and other chains of dot businesses. Living the dot com live for so long had paid off, hard work and perseverance they say is a virtue. I quickly told him about my dot com endeavors. “That’s huge, what do you say Charles, be my partner, co-founder.” Mike looked at me for ten seconds, satisfied with my surprised expression. Walked to his fridge and brought out two whiskey glasses and a whiskey, he poured to the first quarter of each and handed me one. “What do you say Charles? You and me partners co-founders.” He took a sip. I chuckled, eying the glass. “Well Mr. Mike let’s say I can’t refuse a pacesetter.” I emptied my whiskey and Mike smirked. Mike beamed. “I knew you had the fire son!” Throughout that day Mike and I discussed about our future company, what to produce, where to base, when to start, shares. Mike was willing to invest four million into the new start up for a start and so I decided to part with all my millions. I jokingly came up with a name for the startup “LOG – Love of Gadgets” and Mike liked it. I knew he was playing fair, it would definitely be changed to something better. We decided not to only base on software but also hardware, the first of its kind in the country. Subsequently, one week later Mike invited me to his house for a meeting with investors. And everything changed. 4 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 4:24pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
*4* I stood in front of my stabekk mirror admiring my gorgeous appearance; inside my ‘wool mohair signoria’ suit anyone who sees me will definitely steal a second glance. Who says a geek couldn’t look good? Gucci really has a good sense of fashion. I pursed my lips and winked at my own reflection, my dot com lifestyle had really paid off. I glanced down at my Gucci ‘Bouts’ loafers, matching outfit. This visit to Mike Adewale’s house was a spectacular one, we had both quit our jobs at TMN and now I was about to head over to his place to meet with investors and sign some papers. I exited my flat and entered my Toyota Camry, inserted my key into the ignition then turned. The engines roared to life, I typed in the GPS coordinate Mike had given me, I reversed out of my miniature compound following the red marker I banged towards Akin Olugbade Street; Heading for a massive building, Mike Adewale villa. ******************************** I arrived in front of the MA villa at “twelve thirty pm” and honked for three seconds; a slightly built man approached my car from within the compound, his uniform revealed that he was the security man. He came real close and scrutinized me, asked who I was. I told him my name and that I was there to see Mike. “Oh come on in, Mr. Mike is already waiting for you” he entered and then opened the gates for me. I drove in carefully observing the surrounding, Mr. Mike lives a luxurious life, huge building. I drove towards the parking lot and saw only one car. Is this guy selling his cars to start a new company? I mussed. I found a good spot to park, killed my engine and exited the car. The security man I met at the gate approached me and ushered me into the main building where I saw Mike sitting on an Italian couch watching TV. Where is everybody? No investors. He noticed my presence and stood up smiling at me he extended his hand for a hand shake; I took his hand in mine and shook him hard smiling back at him. He looked good in his maroon pants, fish hook belt and perfect sweater. “Welcome to my humble Abode Charles. Have a sit and make yourself comfortable” he said with arms spread wide like an eagle. “Humble abode? Stop the flattery Sir” I said looking around. “What, this place is not humble?” Mike was going over to his bar now. “This is quite massive, anything but humble. You should check out you where I live, now that’s down to earth” I said and accepted the glass of martini he was offering. Mike sat on the chair opposite me. “To you and the media this hole is massive, but I feel I deserve something better” “If you want something better you can go ahead and acquire it. I mean a man of your caliber can acquire the whole of VI if he wanted to” I started sipping the martini. “Who’s flattering who now, eh Charles?” he said with a grin. I had to smile back at the man who was catching fun, glad I could make him smile. A long silence followed. “Where are the people I was supposed to meet?” I asked. “You mean the investors?” I nodded. “Look Charles you just don’t set up a first meeting with investors and expect them to honor it” I stared in misbelieve not knowing what to say. Mike cleared his throat finally breaking the awkward silence. “Charles” he paused “time to get to the other reason why you are here” I nodded. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a brown envelope, took a glance at the contents then tossed it over to me. I caught the envelope and slid it open, emptying the contents on the table before me. I picked everything up and started going through them, my face brightened. What the hell?! I raised my face to see Mike smoking cigar. “Unbelievable!” I said almost standing up from my position “how can you expect me to wire five hundred thousand dollars into your account…” “Seems like you have forgotten who I am” Mike raised a brow “I need prove that you are worth what you claim to worth” He blew out smoke from his nostrils. “That my friend is advanced payment guarantee” Is this guy high on weed ‘obviously’ “Come next tomorrow” he paused; taking a long drag at his cigar “you and I have a meeting with prospective investors, I will be needing prove that you are well funded” he paused again, smoking “do you think am interested in your peanut of a money?” I shook my head. “If you need prove I have bank statements.” “Ok Charles, I was just texting your intelligence, and I must confess it’s quite boring. “So are we still going with the name LOG?” “You came up with another name?” “No, no, I’m stilled mystified as to how you still prefer the name, you haven’t even tried to come up with your own name” “You get to do all the naming Charles, and LOG is quite catchy” I shrugged. Footsteps started descending from the stairs; I looked to see who it was. Female legs, long, on heal walking so majestically. I could then see the knees, pure with no scars. With the figure still descending, the waist started to appear. Slowly with each passing second, a master piece was revealing itself. Mike didn’t seem to be intrigued as he kept on smoking his cigar. At last, in a split second the revelation was whole. Standing at the base of the stair way was a very beautiful lady around twenties, got height and good physique. She must have been stunned by me for she stood there for a while. As if something had brought her back, she smiled and then started walking briskly towards us; saying hi to me and walking over to Mike she squatted and kissed him on the cheek. She looked familiar; I could have sworn I had seen her somewhere. Searching my mind for it, Mike’s voice jolted me. “Charles, meet my wife, Tiffany” he was saying. “Darling this is Charles the guy I was talking about.” Tiffany, the name too sounded familiar, as she walked over to my sit to have a hand shake, it dawned on me. “Tiffany” I was stammering “as in Tiffany Johnson?” I grabbed her tender hands, all smiles. She tucked her artificial hair behind her ear, turning both ways as if to check if there was another Tiffany in the room, seeing no other she turned to me chuckling. “Yes am Tiffany Johnson and nice to meet you Mr. Charles.” “Please just call me Charles” She sat beside me; I looked at Mike searching for any sign of jealousy. If there was any, thick smoke was covering it. I turned to Tiffany; at close range her beauty was ravishing! Her debut movie “The reluctant bride” had caught my fancy. I saw the movie by chance after a close friend of mine ‘tony’ invited me to join him and his date to the movies; I had declined but Tony had persisted and I complied. After seeing the movie, the young beautiful antagonist had rekindled my interest in romance. That was two months ago, the young, new actress played her role very well. But as she sat close to me on the couch, I wondered how she could be Mike’s wife; I mean the guy was old enough to be her father! Was it money or fame? I feared that my nollywood starlet was a gold digger. “You look surprised Charles” Tiffany’s voice brought me back; she was staring at me with dark fancy eyes. “I thought you knew me already” “I it’s just…” I was stammering. “Charles is shocked” Mike chipped in, lighting another cigar “that we are married, he didn’t know” “That’s not supposed to be a big deal, moreover news about our marriage was all over the news” Tiffany said taking up my emptied glass of martini, heading to the bar probably to refill. “This might sound odd but I don’t read celebrity gossip” I defended. “You don’t?” Tiffany asked puzzled. “Charles here is an adept geek, he only patronizes nerd contents” Mike paused, and grinned at me. “Slashdot, Codeproject, Starkoverflow, and Github-” “Okay Mike I think she gets the point” I don’t know where this is headed, but it feels creepy. Tiffany was already on my side again, handing me my martini. Whether she was making me feel at home or just craving the company of a young man, she was achieving the both. She turned to Mike now, who was still smoking his cigar. “Darling I need to go on location for the new audition, hope you remember” she said stealing glances at me. “Of course I remember, you told me yesterday” Mike adjusted in his seat. “Very well then, when will you and Charles finish so you can drive me there?” “Oh TJ, I have to rest. You know I have been busy all day, I can’t take you there” Mike slumped. Disappointment registered on her beautiful face, like she was about to let out a sob. “Drive yourself there fanny, your husband is really down” I offered. Mike sighed and sat up “that’s the problem Charles” Mike paused, tapping his cigar on an ash tray and exhaling smoke. “This damsel knows not how to drive.” |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 4:30pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
*5* I never thought I would see the day; a Nigerian actress living in VI, married to a tech tycoon cannot drive a car? Oh please, spare me the awesomeness! Tifanny’s face was down, apparently embarrassed by her husband’s comment. Mike didn’t seem to care as he was still smoking his cigar. I had to do something. “Where is the location T?” I didn’t realize I had started calling her pet names. “Saka Tinubu Street” She said wearily. “I can take you there if you want to” “Thanks Charles, but I don’t know-” “It’s okay” Mike interrupted. “You can go with him” Tiffany looked surprised. “Are you sure about that?” she said with a tiny voice. “Why not? I promised to take you, thank God Charles is offering to assist, I would be damned not to let him” Mike turned his gaze towards me “Charles please don’t go too fast, you two be safe” on saying that, Mike stood up, walked up to Tiffany and kissed her then he turned to me and shook my hand. He walked towards the staircase. “I will just go upstairs to rest” he said to nobody in particular. I turned to see Tiffany grinning at me, I grinned back, glad that I was going to give a beautiful actress a ride. I never knew it was going to be the start of my misery. |
Re: Bleep And Run by iceberylin(m): 4:45pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 5:11pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
iceberylin:no worries... |
Re: Bleep And Run by Elparaiso(m): 8:40pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
Nice piece..... Please update soonest |
Re: Bleep And Run by Nobody: 9:14pm On Jan 11, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 7:47am On Jan 12, 2015 |
Elparaiso:yes sir and welcome aboard |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 7:49am On Jan 12, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by Nmeri17: 6:04pm On Jan 12, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 9:34pm On Jan 12, 2015 |
Nmeri17:welcome aboard sir |
Re: Bleep And Run by debonairprinx(m): 9:43pm On Jan 12, 2015 |
Sincerely, the title got the better of my sexual curiosity, but what it entails depict a masterpiece of literary excellence. You got me tied man. I love this, and hopefully we get to see frequent updates on this. More ink to your pen bro. 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 10:31pm On Jan 12, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by debonairprinx(m): 11:16pm On Jan 12, 2015 |
losprince: You welcome sir. |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 9:22am On Jan 13, 2015 |
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Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 9:22am On Jan 13, 2015 |
*6* Tiffany and I left the compound at about thirty minutes later; I had to wait beside my car while she went back inside to get something. Arriving at the gate she passed something to the security guy whom I learnt his name was segun. Accelerating towards Saka Tinubu Street I couldn’t help but steal glances at Tiffany’s revealed laps while she applied new make-up. I wondered how Mike could score such a chick, but then I remembered it was the 21st century and everyone seemed to be surviving. It is very common to see older men with ladies young enough to be there daughter and Mike was very rich and influential, even at ninety he would still be in a lot of girls’ dreams. I had to restrain myself from touching the creamy laps, I wished she were in my bed at that moment; I would do nothing but caress her laps and devour her mouth, curves… “So tell me Charles what is going on between you and my husband” tiffany brought me back to reality. Husband? How do you pronounce that word? That guy should be your dad! “It’s just business” I said. “Drugs?” I was startled by the response I had to laugh hard. “We don’t do drugs; we are soon to be co-founders” She paused and pursed her lip. “What are you founding?” “A tech start up, haven’t he told you about it?” “No, he keeps things from me” Yes because he thinks you are a gold digger. I thought “Well” I started, trying to change the conversation “How come you don’t know how to drive” “Come on Charles it’s not a big deal, I grew up in a poor family, never had those luxuries thanks to Mike I got a Nollywood connection” she shrugged. “So you married him because of the connection” “Something I am beginning to regret” the said coldly “Why is that so” I pressed further “Forget about it Charles, forget I even said that” she had a sad face now. “Fanny is ok, just tell me, is he abusing you?” I gently placed my hand on her lap. She looked at me. “I don’t want to mention it” “Come on you can tell me…” “Stop the car Charles” she was sobbing now. “Ok” I pulled to side of the road and matched the brake. Killed the engine then stared at tiffany. She covered her face with her palms, sobbing uncontrollably. I was confused as to what to do; suddenly tiffany left the car and started running away from it. I jumped down and chased after her. ******************************* Tiffany’s slim legs carried her real fast but I was gaining quickly too, I was already within arm’s reach. I grabbed her arm and made her stop, she turned and buried her face in my chest, and I hugged her tight patting her back gently. She sobbed uncontrollably. I was touched as tears almost rolled out of my eyes; I gently pushed her away from me, brought out my handkerchief and wiped her tears away. I stared at her eyes and she stared at me her face looked so pathetic. “Hey what was all that about? What’s the matter, did you see a ghost?” I said still looking at her eyes. “I’m sorry Charles; it’s just that whenever I remember what I go through in that marriage I just loose it” “Then tell me, what is it that you go through?” She took a deep breath and then exhaled still sobbing a little. “I know a lot of people think Mike is a Good man, I know the contrary. The man is a beast! He threats me like trash. Molests me…” “Wait wait wait” I cut her mid-sentence. “How is that possible, I mean you guys seemed happy together?” “We were just putting on a show Charles” she started moving towards a close building, that’s when I realized we were in open space. She located a sit out and sat down; I walked towards her and sat beside her. “Charles I don’t know why I feel comfortable telling you this” she paused and took my hand in hers. “Mike abuses me, you might think he is cool that we went out together but I will be receiving it when I get back home” she said with sad eyes. “Why not report to the authorities? Or better still leave him.” I said. “I can’t leave Charles even if I wanted to! He is dangerous. Do you think he will let me go?” she said and tucked her hair in her ear. “Well you can run away to oblivion.” I said “I have nothing, no family where can I possibly run to?” I scratched my forehead then patted her shoulders. “We should probably get back to the car, we will talk about this there.” I paused “Moreover I don’t want any paparazzi around” I joked and she smiled. I stood up and offered her a hand; she grabbed it and stood up close to me. That moment ignited a fire in me to kiss her. I looked away then led the way which she followed, hopeful that we will find our way back to my car because we had ran too far. ******************************* Luckily we reached the spot where I left my car but something was missing, my CAR! 1 Like |
Re: Bleep And Run by Elparaiso(m): 11:08am On Jan 13, 2015 |
In burns boys voice.... Yawa day o |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 12:54pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
Elparaiso:my brother no e small yawa o 2 Likes |
Re: Bleep And Run by debonairprinx(m): 2:14pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
Lol. Guess the paparazzi is sure gona have a filled day. |
Re: Bleep And Run by sleekbody(f): 3:04pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
wow, nice piece, buh hope it will b a regular update 1 Like |
Re: Bleep And Run by proficienc(m): 6:29pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
Great piece... Been long since I have seen a new work like this one on NL. ![]() |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 8:24pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
@proficienc thanks for the nice words. Hope u stay around till the very end? @sleekbody I will do my best to meet that standard. Stay around @debonairprinx lol charles is hoping against hope. |
Re: Bleep And Run by Elparaiso(m): 8:29pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
losprince: Bros update na |
Re: Bleep And Run by proficienc(m): 8:35pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
as along as you update promptly, I'll stay to the end. |
Re: Bleep And Run by Positivist: 9:08pm On Jan 13, 2015 |
Interesting narrator, interesting narrative! |
Re: Bleep And Run by aboyaji(m): 7:04am On Jan 14, 2015 |
Cool story ![]() |
Re: Bleep And Run by Nobody: 6:28pm On Jan 14, 2015 |
Iyam following..... This is gonna be a long long ride.. |
Re: Bleep And Run by Nuges11(m): 11:45pm On Jan 14, 2015 |
This is good....I like |
Re: Bleep And Run by losprince(m): 9:09pm On Jan 15, 2015 |
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