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Rosemary33:
Half an hour after I’d jerked up from bed, I was racing like a madwoman down the Oginigba-Trans Amadi Road in my old car, muttering curses and prayers, only to meet a hold-up at that roundabout. It was as if somebody somewhere was blowing a white substance in the air and swearing for me.

I'm guessing Ife works at one of those banks at Mothercat...

Omoh, as a PH nïgga that schools at the University of Uyo (just finished my final year exams), seeing relatable areas in my city, especially the Trans Amadi axis, being mentioned is nostalgic. One of the things I love about the story is the deviation from the conventional story setting of Lagos.

Ife and Oghene, make una do stop this una erotic mind games abeg, make una do the "I love you", "You love me", and the muah muah, make person body rest jare... cos which kind play be this 😶😠😂

Rosemary, I love the way you blend eroticness with clean romance. No vulgar words, no sexual content, but every fibre of the story reeks of sensuality. How can a story be so clean but yet arousing? The words, the narrations, the thoughts of the character, the sensual tension between the lead characters, all contribute to the steamy essence of the literary piece. The objective testament to literary dexterity 🙃



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Rosemary33:
Hi!!! Xavier. This is not the story with the dark villain o. I have finished that one but didn't write it here. I published it some months ago. When the print copies are out in Nigeria, I fit run a give away with free copies here .

Butt I am super glad you are here and enjoying this story. It's been a while

Ohhhhhh... 😶, but anyways, we mount... and beautiful update 🙃


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silverlinen:
Omor....... Just some few months off this platform, and my guy bro oghene don pass through all this shit? Well, God dey.

I don't like this at all, Rose!! This thing dey pain me gan ni

This ife of a girl, just dey provoke me.

Someone showed you love, was there when you were at your lowest end, and all the time, he was fighting his own personal demons, and yet, you still doubted that person!! Meenn..i tateire for her matter honestly.

Meanwhile, you aren't being fair to bro oghene at all, well, I'm not tripping, because that's, what we the male folks pass through every time

But Xavier5 be like i go dey book you for this platform o, must you be everywhere? And on every threads?

Actually, I've not been active on Nairaland three to four months now. It's this story that brought me out of my closet 😎


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You know, Rosemary33, when at the end of Temptations you said your next story was going to be a Christian romance with a dark villain, I was super excited and looking forward to it, and when I saw this story, I screamed "Finally!". Aside from waiting for the newly released seasons of The Boys, and House of the Dragons, I haven't waited with hunger for any story like I did yours.

But finally, en don land, and dem no born Devil well say I no mount. The mounting self pure because the story over do pass em self. E worth the wait 🙃.

There are writers, and there are WRITERS. You no need me to tell you where you belong 😌



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Bam17, wetin dey sup na? 🧐


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From the look of things, you're going with a hybrid POV --- a blend of first person POV and third person POV. Personally, for the purpose of orderliness, I will suggest, you state the character who's POV your telling the story from whenever you're using first person POV, and when your doing third person POV (which is your perspective), you should specify it. In these case you could go with the term, General POV or whatever term seems catchy to you.

Aside that, interesting story 🙃. This is my first time reading royal romance though. Btw, I'm suspicious of the queen. Her 360 degree change in character is suspicious, and your synopsis --- which includes the prince willing to lose his royalty for love --- adds credence to that. That woman is definitely cooking.



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Bam17:
LINDA'S DOLL

Linda was a timid seven-year-old girl who owned a ragdoll that was unlike any other. The doll could sing and talk like a human, which fascinated Linda, but it also made her uneasy with its constant giggles and cackles. She tried to show her mother the doll's remarkable abilities, but her mother was always too busy to pay attention.

One day, Linda decided to get rid of the doll that had become a source of fear for her. She dumped it in a garbage can outside and went back to her room to color. She hummed as she worked, but her peace was soon interrupted by a voice that said, "Raggie."

Linda froze and looked around, but there was no one in the room except for her teddy bears. She tried to ignore the voice and continued coloring, but the voice persisted, and she heard it again, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?"

Linda's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that the voice was coming from under her bed. She got up from her little chair and made her way to the bed, crawling on all fours. She peered under the bed, but there was nothing there. The voice kept repeating, "You dumped Raggie, Linda. Why?" Linda was frightened and didn't know what to do. The voice sounded eerily like her doll's.

Giving me the Annabelle, Chucky and Imaginary vibe 😏.

Beautiful stories you have going, but I don't know if it's just me, the stories seem incomplete. We deserve closures on them 🙃.

Amazing stories btw 🙌.



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Bam17:
Dedicating this to God first of all, and then to my awesome friend, Xavier5. Dude has always been there for me. I love you big time!

Peace offering accepted. Now let me go and read 😌🙃


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Bam17:

Xavier5
Here

Really convenient 🙄. Put something for ground 🙄.


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Oh wow! E don reach level wey you go start story you no mention me Bam Bam. I no go talk anything. All I know be say na The Council go settle this matter 🙄😏.


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Xavites, the finale and epilogue of Ideal has finally arrived as promised. With these, we draw the curtain on Ideal.

Yes, Ideal may have come to an end, but the Xav-Verse continues, as a matter of fact, it's just beginning. There are a lot of amazing contents lined up for y'all, and it will be a privilege sharing them with you guys.

Thanks for making out time to read and engage with Ideal. We meet again on February, as Bliss, the next story in the Xav-Verse, commences. See y'all at the other side ❤️🙃.

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EPILOGUE


"Mr Leonard Ezekiel. Just the man I want to see," Xavier exclaimed and stood up at the approaching figure of Leonard in the lounge.

"Nice to finally meet you," he said taking him in a friendly hug.

"Same here Dr Xavier," Leonard said patting his back. They disengaged and took their seats opposite each other. "Wow! I can't believe I'm finally meeting the icon himself."

"If you put it that way, you're welcome." Xavier signalled to a waiter. "Port Harcourt is a beautiful place you know." He sipped his drink.

"Yeah. Personally, I love this city," Leonard said after giving his orders to the waiter.

"How's Mrs Emerald?"

"Copacetic."

"Clara?"

"Terrific." Leonard smiled.

"Baby Sandra?"

"Being a cutie," he replied howbeit with a curious tone. "If I may ask how do you know all these about my family?"

"Emerald Architecture and I have done some businesses in the past," Xavier replied raising an explanatory brow.

"Ohhhhhhh!!" Leonard gave a knowing reply. He sipped his drink.

"Aside that... I know a lot," Xavier said and gave a menacing smirk.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean," Xavier gave a curt reply. "I know too much and in my knowing too much, I know that you are eligible for this proposal."

"What proposal?"

"This." Xavier gestured to the document on the table. "I've got a little something for you."

Leonard gave him a fixed stare, then the document and back at him.

"Go on..." He gestured with his hand. "Open it."

Meticulously, Leonard took the document and flipped open the first page.

"The Organization," he read out the only words on it written in bold. "What's The Organization?" He asked Xavier who gave him a 'go on' hand gesture with a smirk on his face. He sighed and flipped the next page.

"Do you believe in the Deep State?" Xavier uttered with a deep, dark voice, startling Leonard.


(Notice From The Author: To know about Leonard and Emerald, read their story, Classic. Story is available on on my bio)


*****


"Obim," Precious called a sleeping Xavier. "Obim... obim... obim... obim." Yet no response from him.
"Obimmmmm!!" She said loudly, nudging him but in response, Xavier stirred and continued with his sleep.

Infuriated at his irresponsiveness, she screamed, "obimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!" And shook him ferociously, propelling a sleeping Xavier out of sleep with anger.

"What!!!" He screamed out of anger and frustration at his pregnant wife.

"Massage my toe."

"Fück da what!!!!!"




#Xavier
#Ideal
#Epilogue
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

CHAPTER NINETY SIX: FINALE


Precious let out a sigh as Xavier cupped her voluptuous boobs and fondled gently. She leaned her back further on him, their body partly immersed in the warm water of the bathtub. Lusciously kissing her, he ran his finger from her boobs to her protruding stomach, taking a moment to gently caressed it. Precious squirmed and hissed sweetly in response. He took her lips in his, kissing and sucking. With passion and sensuality, he glided his lips against her, stroking and feasting, sucking from the fountain of sweetness her lips gave to him. Moans escaped their lips.

Still kissing her, he ran his hand on her slit causing her to widen her thighs and arch her groin forward in other to give him more access to her pussy. Slowly, sensually, he rubbed her pussy, stroking the steamy mounds of flesh. On and on, he rubbed and stroked with so much passion, his free hand groping and handling her boob while their lips kept each other busy with the passion. He slid his fingers into her sizzling succulent hole taking in the slickly sensation her walls smeared on his fingers.

Back and forth, his fingers thrusted in and out of her pussy, relentlessly sending bolts of euphoria coursing through her body. Precious wriggled and moaned with ecstasy.

"Hmmmmm... ahhhh ahhh ahhh... ashhhh... hmmm... ughhhh ahhhh ughhhh ahhhh hmmmm... Ughhhh ahhhh ughhhh..." Precious moaned with delight on his lips, his free hand stroking her nipple and boob alternatively. On and on, he pistoned his fingers ferociously in and out of her pussy. Hearing, feeling and seeing his pregnant wife bask in pleasure turned him on profusely.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!... obimmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!..." She screamed and jerked with ferocity splashing water all over the floor as her orgasm pierced through her. He held her in place with his manly strength, gave her a soothing caress and planted kisses on her neck, cheeks and shoulders to keep her calm. Spasming, howbeit calmly, she whimpered in her orgasm. After few seconds, she stilled. Xavier held her in a tight embrace and rocked their bodies.

"I love you my priceless jewel," he professed and nozzled her.


***On the bed***


Running his hands on her nude body, he gave her a sensual oily massage. Precious lay on her back on the bed, wriggling lightly to his magic touch. Back and forth, he moved his hands on her oiled body, kneading, handling and palming. From her neck to her shoulders to her racy succulent boobs to her beautiful protruding stomach carrying their seed, to her pussy which he ensured he teased and fiddled, to her thighs and feet, and back up, he massaged with so much sensuality and dexterity. She moaned.

"Ughhhh obim... yes yes yeahhhhh... like that... God! I love you, I love this... ahhhh ahhh ughhh mmmm asshhh ahhhh ahhh hmm ughhh ahhhh..." She moaned, her alluring legs on his shoulders, his hands caressing her pregnant tummy as he feasted hungrily on her slick, juicy pussy. Gosh! This was a blast. Her taste, her fragrance, her juice, the muskiness, they were all heavenly. Like a starved begger, he ate and feasted, moaning and relishing in her sweetness. Precious moaned in unadulterated delight and bliss. On and on, he sucked. On and on, he licked. On and on, he lapped, lapped the beautiful mounds of flesh that graced her sizzling pussy, lapped the juice trickling off her slit, dishing to himself unexplainable bliss.

With intensity, Precious growled and spasmed, arching her butt off the bed as orgasm gloriously overwhelmed.

"Obim... obim... obim... obim... obim..." She let out, reeling in the orgasmic experience surging through her seamlessly, leaving on it path, masses of euphoria.

From the pseudo missionary where he fücked and pounded her hard, vertically positioned in between her spread out legs, to doggy, where she graced her racy phat ass on his dick, to cowgirl, where she went wild on him, humping and riding with so much energy, skill and passion causing them to erupt in an electrifying orgasm, were the absolute testament to her looseness, wildness, energy, sultriness and high libido, scratch that, very high libido --- which came as a bonus package with her pregnancy.

Arching her ass, she lay on her side, her legs stretched out before her. Taking his time, he admired the beauty lying before him, his beauty, his goddess, the mother of his expecting child. Her pregnancy really accentuated her beauty, bringing out the glow and sultriness in her the more. Unable to contain himself at her exquisiteness, he moved and planted series of kisses on her shoulder, neck and cheek, eventually consuming her lips in a deep passionate kiss while his hand groped and fondled her boobs, his finger stroking her firm and swollen nipples.

Vertically positioned behind her arched ass, he mounted her, slicing her slickly vagina walls with his rigid veiny dick. They let out gasp at the exquisite sensation her walls clenching on his penetrating dick created. Gently, he moved his hip, thrusting in and out of her wet pinky hole. He increased his pace, going all hard causing her glistering brown tattooed ass to jiggle tremendously in response. The beautiful sight turned him on heavily. On and on, back and forth, he bleeped. Their moans, the slurpy sound of his dick rocking her steamy pussy and the sound of flesh hitting against flesh filled the room.

Lying behind her with her legs parted and placed on his, he spooned her, thrusting exquisitely into her vagina. He stroked her clitoris and kissed her lovingly.

"Yes yes yes... obim, like that... yes like that... hmmm yes yes yessss... this is good, this is so fucking good... Oh my God! Obim, the ahhh things you ahhh do to ughhh ahhhh me!!..." She moaned and squealed passionately on his lips with profound ecstasy. On and on, not relenting, Xavier fücked hard, stroking her pregnant tummy and clitoris at intervals, his lips not leaving hers. He grunted and swooned. Her tight pussy walls clenched firmly on his dick, an habinger of her imminent orgasm. He twirled his hips deeply and gave a deep thrust which sent her sprawling on the doorstep of her orgasm. Turning to lie on his back, causing her to lie on him, he pulled out of her, drawing groans and pinch of protest from her. Not now, not when she was about to climax, too bad he didn't want to give her that luxury. Teasing her like that, was ecstatic, an act she very much disliked. He gently spanked her pussy with his dick before plunging it back into her sloppy, juicy, glory hole causing her to yelp in delight.

Moving his hips, he twirled his dick in her pussy while stroking her clitoris sensually. His free hand interspersing between her protruding stomach and boobs. Precious shut her eyes and moaned to the pleasure her husband subjected her to. Having her protruding stomach stroked and caressed by her husband especially during sex is something she derives joy and pleasure from. She so much loves it. The soothing, affectionate and desirable feelings it gave her were beautiful.

On and on, he fücked and rocked her core. Back and forth, round and round, he thrusted and twirled subjecting them to profuse feelings of pleasure, drawing them close to their orgasm.

In matter of minutes, Precious succulent and wet walls clenched his dick tightly, her juice gushing out in torrent while he spurted thick, warm fluids into her steamy hole. Accompanying the process were screams of raw pleasures and quivering of bodies as the wave of their orgasm launched them into a realm, a hedonistic realm which overwhelmed them in it euphoric embrace.

Minutes later, they slowly descended back to reality, gasping for breath and reeling from the mind shattering blissful experience.

"That... that... that was explosive," Precious stuttered ecstatically. "I love you obim... very very much," she professed with passion and sincerity.

"I love you jewel," he responded, gently stroking her tummy and kissing her shoulder.

"You're my world," she said lovingly.



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#Ideal
#Finale
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

CHAPTER NINETY FIVE


Precious let out mild moans, moans of pleasure as Xavier's hands moved skillfully and firmly on her body in a gentle, soothing massage. She lay on her back on the bed. Positioned above her, with dexterity, he firmly applied his hands on her skin, kneading, palming, handling, caressing and rubbing. The sensation his soothing, firm and skillful hands imprinted on her was one of comfort, calmness and ecstasy. Back and forth, he moved his hands on her oiled body, kneading, handling and palming. From her neck to her shoulders to her chest regions to her protruding stomach to her thighs and feet, and back up, he massaged with so much sensuality and dexterity.

"Mmmmmmm," Precious moaned with her eyes closed.


***Thirty minutes later***


"I hope you aren't mad with all my tantrums," Precious asked and looked at Xavier. She lay on the bed with her head on his laps while he sat on the bed.

"I know you think it's deliberate, it's not. All thanks to my hormonal reactions, I tend to be emotionally unstable which makes me act in childish and annoying manners. This is my first pregnancy, I never had the experience to deal with issues like this hence my behaviors but I promise you the next one won't be like this. I will utilise my experience on this one to deal with it."

"You should first of all start by applying that little experience of yours in this last stage of your pregnancy," Xavier said.

"That's what I'm doing. Can't you see of recent, I've been in my good behaviors."

Xavier facial shrugged. "I think that's an improvement although it isn't enough."

"Come on... give me a break. Rome wasn't built in a day. With my experience from this pregnancy, subsequent ones won't be dramatic. I promise you that."

She caressed his cheek lovingly. "I never intended to make you angry or frustrated. I'm sorry."

"I never had anything against you. I was frustrated but not angry because I knew that you were only responding to stimuli, that is, your hormones."

Precious smiled. "That's good for me." She adjusted herself on the bed.

"But to be candid, your desire for food and sex has really catapulted over the roof," Xavier teased.

"Don't insult me young man," Precious gave a playful scold.

"What? It's the truth."

"So? Besides, that's why you're here, to meet all those needs."

"I can't believe in two months time, we will be parents," she said caressing her mountainous stomach. Xavier planted a kiss on it.

"I'm really anticipating that. I can't wait for that to happen," Xavier replied. "Thank you for giving me the privilege to be a father." He planted a kiss on her stomach. Precious smiled in response.

"Making this baby with you obim is one of the most beautiful thing if not the most beautiful thing of my life. There's no other man I would want as the father of my children but you. If I am to choose, I will choose you over and over again," she said with utmost sincerity.

"The feeling is mutual my priceless jewel. I have no doubt you will be a very good mother," Xavier said and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for all your love, care and support throughout this period," she appreciated.

"It's my responsibility jewel. If I don't do it, who will?"

"You know you're very beautiful in your pregnancy," he professed caressing her cheeks causing her to smile brightly. He took her lips in his.



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#Ideal
#PhaseFour
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

I'm unable to update today due to scheduling conflicts. Update has been moved to tomorrow. Sorry for the development 🙏.


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Updates which also are the finale of Ideal drops tomorrow or next. Soonest, our journey will come to an end. Anticipate 🙃.



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AN EXCERPT FROM STEAMY PASSION: LETHAL AFFAIR WHICH IS CURRENTLY IN DEVELOPMENT. THIS IS THE XAV-VERSE STORY AFTER BLISS


"Can a brother share a table with you?" Miguel's voice broadcasted his thoughts to his audience... audience of one, a brown skinned, lusciously framed lady in her early thirties. Taking her eyes off her phone, the lady cast them on Miguel, giving him a visual evaluation, a lot of thought processes going on in her mind. Few seconds later, which seemed like a millennium, she decided a response would be objective.

"Sharing is a virtue, so..." She said and expressed her hospitality with a hand gesture.

"Thanks for being virtous," Miguel uttered, placed his meal on the table, and graciously gave his body the sitting luxury it earnestly yearned. He gazed all over the restaurant briefly, said a short prayer, and proceeded to serving his stomach, while feeding his attention on the lady before him who was so engrossed with her phone.

"I guess I have to be fast, in other not to ruin your imminent date," Miguel said, pressing the throttle in an attempt to start up a conversation. In response, she looked at him briefly, smiled, uttered, "Maybe..." and went back to her phone.

"I am Miguel... Miguel Gonzalez..." He introduced. "And you?"

"Ohhhhhhhh... Miguel is the name to the face of my stalker... or admirer. Which of them are you again?" She replied, ignoring his question.

"Stalker? Admirer?" The words, accompanied with surprise, flew out of his mouth.

"And here comes the pretense, but two can play the game," the lady said, crossed her legs, sipped her juice, and reclined on her seat. "I have seen this movie a lot..."

"What movie?" Miguel quizzed reflexly, wondering what strange ideas were brewing in her head.

"The movie of a strange person, who could be a stalker or admirer, making a so called chanced meeting with his or her target for reasons which could be passionate, sinister or ambitious."

"Ohhhhh... that movie." A smirk graced Miguel's lips following his words. The lady truly has wild imaginations.

"So which of them?" She quizzed, her scrutinizing gaze, like a detective, fixed intensively on him.

Some might say she was being dramatic, but in her defense, this is her having a conversation while being in charge, and trying to figure out if their meeting is a chanced meeting. Not that the latter mattered or mattered much, but curiosity, they say, killed the cat. The odds for a chanced meeting, giving the circumstance, were astronomically small. This dude appeared like a stalker... or admirer, and curiosity was empowering her to find out.

"None," Miguel gave a curt reply.

"And you expect me to believe that?"

"Ms, you are a free willed being, your choice." Miguel accompanied his words with a sip from his bottle of water.

"So riddle me this, Miguel. Why, despite all the several empty tables in this restaurant, you chose to be at this one that is occupied... occupied by a lady?"

In response, Miguel giggled... giggled at the drama... her drama.

"Is that a guilty giggle?"

"Far from it. I'm just humored and intrigued by... by your perceptive, curious and wild mind." He reclined on his seat. "But if you must know, well, I saw a table with a lady that got my attention, and I felt the pleasant need to socialize with her, no strings attached."

The lady visually scrutinized him, attempting to deduce any form of insincerity on him, but his calm, confident demeanor beckoned on her to think otherwise. Maybe it was a chanced meeting after all, or maybe he was just a good actor. At the thought of that, she chuckled within. Curiosity is a bitch. She reasoned, the drama was unnecessary, not that it mattered. Why does it matter if it was a chanced meeting or not? An amazing or harmful person is an amazing or harmful person irrespective of how they meet or met you. Rather than play detective, it was more rational to go with the social flow, besides, the dude before her was down to earth gorgeous, who knows where the path leads to or might lead to.

"I'm not an admirer, because I'm..." He flaunted his left hand, and hence his ringed finger, in the air. "Happily married with three beautiful kids. Neither I'm I a stalker. I just want to have lunch and leave. We might never meet again, there's a 99.5 percent chance of that."

The "I'm happily married" information quelled the brewing excitement... excitement of a probable intimate engagement with him. But why the sudden cold feeling? They probably wouldn't meet a again, just as he said. It would be wiser to just enjoy the social moment and not give her wild imaginations any work.

"You're right on the last statement. By the way, as the answer to your initial question, I'm Ruth... Ruth Amadin."

"Amadin... that sound southern."

"How did you come about that?"

"I might be Mexican American, but dear I've lived in Nigeria for over a decade, so yeah, I know a lot about this country. So which of the southern states?"

"That's intriguing to hear, and if you must know, Edo state." Ruth said. "Now, I'm curious, what brought you to Nigeria and why this country?" She quizzed, a question that led into prolonged moments of social interaction and the formation of a good friendship... but a "good friendship" could become a thorn in the flesh.



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#SteamyPassion_LethalAffair
#Teaser
#InDevelopment
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

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Xavites, updates has been released. The next set of updates are the finale. We are gradually drawing the curtain for Ideal 🙃.


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CHAPTER NINETY FOUR


Richard voice rolled loudly in laughter, laughter that coursed through his being culminating in an outward verbal burst of energy that filled the space of his large cozy office of The RichGela Company.

"It's not funny," Xavier chided, his voice booming through the Zoom call. He had on his face, a look of frustration.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," Richard said laughing in between. Xavier shot him a cold look which rather than comport him, sent him into a fit of hearty laughter.

Xavier rolled his eyes and let him have his way, his way at his misfortune. What was he expecting? That Richard won't find his challenge amusing? Come on, a brother must have fun before giving you supportive shoulders, not when the challenge is an amusing one. To be sincere, he knew he would have done the exact same.

"Are you done now?" He asked with a scowl on his face.

"Yes yes yes, go on," Richard said with a stiffled laugh, giving an affirmative gesture with his hand.

"Ogbheni, if you want to keep on laughing, tell me, so that I can change topic."

"Go on bro, I'm all ears," Richard said with a mischievous smile on his face. Xavier rolled his eyes.

"To be candid bro, the whole thing is really eating me up. Precious' demands are always crazy, her attitude is purely irrational," Xavier said.

"Obim, I want you to massage my feet. I don't need the massage again, just do press up for me. Obim, I want you to warm the ice cream for me. Obim, how dare you give a warm ice cream to your wife, who does that? Obim I want to bath hot water. Ohhm obim, this water is hot, you should have made it cold. Obim, I need fruit. Obim, who needs fruit, give me candy, next time listen to your pregnant wife before you act. Obim, I want the whole bed for myself. Obim, how dare you leave your wife alone on the bed, do you want her to die of cold? Don't you know your pregnant wife needs cuddling. Obim I want to lie on the couch, no the floor, no the bathtub, no the kitchen. Ahh ahh, I commit crime to give my wife belle?"

"In her defence, her body is doing her somehow somehow. What da fück!!!" Xavier said with frustration. "She's only pregnant with a child and she's acting like this, imagine if she were to be pregnant with twins, how would it have been. That one she would have crucified me literally."

Richard gave himself the pleasure of a lengthy hearty laugh.

"Bro I feel your pain, trust me. I was in the exact same shoes when my wife was pregnant with the twins. Angela was crazy, but make I no lie, your wife is over the roof," Richard said and bursted out into laughter.

"And me, her innocent husband is the victim. My only crime was planting my seed in her," Xavier lamented. "But you know what?" He uttered.

"What?"

"I'm frustrated alright but I'm not mad."

"If I may ask, why?"

"That's because I know the reason why she does this. I understand her condition. She's doing this because of, one, the whole hormonal reactions associated with pregnancy. Two, because she really needs my attention and care which makes her do all sought of crazy things just to get it. It shows she truly desires me. Three, because she loves me and because of that, she wants me to be a part of the pregnancy process. To a woman, pregnancy is an adventure, a journey right from the sex to the pregnancy periods down to the delivery. It's not just an event or phase, it's a process that needs to be savoured and enjoyed especially with her man, the person she is making the baby with."

"And she wants her man to be a part of that process, a part of that adventure. So if she's sad, you must be sad. She will ensure that. If she is happy, bro you will be down to earth happy. I'm speaking from experience. If she's frustrated, you will be frustrated. If she's uncomfortable, you will be uncomfortable. If she's angry, she will make sure you're angry. If she's scared, you will be scared. Trust me, I see this in my marriage."

"So it's necessary for the man to be aware of this so that he will be able to endure and cope with all the drama," Xavier said.

"You're correct. I was about to tell you same but since you know it, there isn't any need for that," Richard stated. "But... if you're aware of this, why the complains?"

"Bro I'm a human. I'm frustrated, not angry but frustrated and I need to express it. I can't bottle it up before I choke myself to death. I need to let go of the steam."

"If you say so..." Richard shrugged. "Doctor," he said in a mocking and cheesy tone.

"Cow," Xavier jibed. "Please get off my Zoom, I need to return to my $300 billion company," he said dramatically.

"And I need to return to my $250 billion dollar company doctor," Richard said in similar tone.

"It's $50 billion lower," Xavier jeered, sticking out his tongue childishly.

"See ya nose. Abegi, getat from my Zoom," Richard returned the favour smiling. The screen went blank signalling the end of the call.



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CHAPTER NINETY THREE


"Obim," Precious called. "I waited for you to bring breakfast to me in bed but you didn't."

Xavier rolled his eyes. Here we go again, he groaned within. Another day, another trouble, he lamented. "Jewel, the last time I made breakfast for you in bed, what was your reaction?"

"Fine let me tell," he said when he got no response from her. "You specifically said I was disturbing your good morning sleep and that I shouldn't dare try that again."

They're both sitted at the dinning.

"That was the perfect example of wrong timing obim, wrong timing on your part," she defended. Xavier rolled his eyes. She sucked a lime. All thanks to her pregnancy, she had taken a liking for sour fruit.

"Well Mrs Precious Uweh, I've decided not to make the mistake of wrong timing again. So no breakfast in bed," he stated.

"And you think you have a heart saying such to your pregnant wife," she whined.

"For Christ sake Jewel! What exactly is your problem?"

"My problem is that my darling husband refused making breakfast for me in bed despite knowing how I love it."

"Why don't you talk about all the time you made my efforts useless."

"So should that stop you from doing the needful?"

"Yes it should, not when a whiny wife is using it to frustrate my life."

"So I'm a whiny wife?" Precious asked, tapping her finger on her chest.

"It doesn't need an Einstein to know that." Precious shot him a glare.

"Obim, you called me a whiny wife for expressing my desire to you," she said getting a silence response from Xavier.

"For Christ sake man, I'm your wife, your pregnant wife," she said and banged the table in anger.

"And so fücking what?" Xavier reacted.

"What did you just utter?" Surprise coursed through her.

"Jewel, and so fücking what? Are you the first woman to get pregnant? Are you the only pregnant woman? What's with you and the whole babyish attitude?"

"Xav..."

"No, just hold up," Xavier interrupted. "I understand you're pregnant and you have a whole hormonal riot going on within you which makes you behave out of line, I understand that, but my problem with you is that you're taking things too far."

"Too far? Expressing myself to you is taking things to far?" Precious objected.

"Yes, you're taking it too far with your unnecessary drama, tantrums and complains. I commit crime to give you belle? If you're not complaining about this, you're complaining about that."

"Obim, I want you to massage my feet. I don't need the massage again, I want you to jump. Obim, I want you to cuddle me. Leave me alone you're choking me with your cuddle. Obim I want to lie on the couch, no the floor, no the bathtub, no the kitchen. Obim, I want you to switch on the television. Who told you to switch on the TV this man. Obim, I want the bed all to myself. Obim, so you have the guts to leave your wife all alone on the bed. Obim, I want pizza. I don't want pizza anymore, I want goat meat pepper soup. I don't want goat meat pepper soup, I want beans. Obim, I need a chilled orange juice. God! Obim, who told you to give me a chilled orange juice, I told you warm. Obim this, obim this not. Obim that, obim not that."

"What exactly is your problem? Were you sent to frustrate my life? Are you the first to be pregnant?" Xavier uttered with frustration. "Go to Wuse market and see pregnant women like you hustling, some hawking Tuwo shinkafa self, while you sit here whining like a spoilt child. Look jewel, don't angry me," he said with exasperation and walked out of the dinning afterwards, leaving Precious surprised at what just transpired.

"Not cool man, not cool," Precious yelled at Xavier who was already out of sight.



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Agape's eyes flickered as her neck rotated her head all over the room after reacting to her hangover headache. She took in her environment and recognised she wasn't in her room. Alarmed, she sprung off the bed to her feet. What was this place and what was she doing here? How did she get here? The last thing she could remember was being in a night club, then what the hell was she doing in a strange room? Did she follow a stranger home? Wait, was she kidnapped? OMG! Was she raped? What if she was robbed or her organs were harvested?

Reflexly, she examined herself. Her cloth and shoes were still on, her vagina wasn't sore, no pains and marks whatsoever on her body. The bed wasn't ruffled and when she checked her phone and purse, everything was still intact, all this a testament to the fact that there was no rape, she wasn't kidnapped nor robbed, her organs weren't harvested neither did she follow a stranger home to have consensual sex.

Feeling assured that no harm or stranger things had occurred, she took her time to examine the room. From the paintings to the tiles, to the size and makeup of the bed, to the lightings and furnitures in the room, the room reeked of middle class. It wasn't close to hers, both in grandeur and comfort, but nevertheless it was neat, orderly and homely, a pointer to the personality of its owner, who has a 99 percent probability of being a male.

Picking her phone and purse, she walked out of the room or more like sneaked out of the room, the creepy and dreadful feeling of waking up in a strange bedroom was still heavily present. She felt caution needed to be taken. In matters of seconds, she found herself in the living room, who like its bedroom colleague was middle class in taste but neat, orderly and homely nevertheless. Its owner must really be a sucker for hygiene, orderliness and homeliness. Impressive she must say but she needed to get out of there, which would be better if she didn't come in contact with her strange host.

Meticulously making her way across the living room towards the door, she paused on her track, suddenly going numb with cold sensations, sensations of fear and dread, coursing through her body as a deep masculine voice boomed from behind asking the question, "And where do you think you're going?" She swore she felt things went slow motion, she couldn't tell if it was real or if it was her imaginations conjuring that up, but she knew things were in slow motion, her movement, turning movement, a testament to that. Slowly making a 90 degree turn, she came face to face with a muscular, tall and brown skinned body crowned with a good looking facial. He was decking a black singlet over a white short. He placed the tray containing breakfast on the dining and walked to her.

Reflexly, she found herself moving backward, although for a reason she couldn't tell. She couldn't tell if it was because she was scared of who he is or because the dude approaching her was fücking hot. God! Check out those biceps, those brown, huge and alluring biceps, she ogled shamelessly. Jeez! Woman. Put yourself in order. You don't even know this guy. What if he is dangerous?... She scolded herself. Although in a good looking way, she ogled on, mentally. Fück me!!! She chided herself.

"Where do you think you are going?" The question repeated itself with the same tone. He stood in front of her and folded his arms across his chest, his eyes urging her for a reply. Agape went numb for some seconds before snapping out of that state, not with the snappy energy or effect though, rather a gradual one.

"I... I... was... door... going..." She stuttered causing a brow raise from him. God! What was happening to her? When did she become a stammerer, this timid? Where was the confident and intimidating Agape? That didn't go well, lets try this again, she said to herself.

"You aren't going nowhere without having breakfast... not in my house, that's an anomaly," he said. In response, she gave him an 'I don't trust you' look.

"Come on! Don't tell me you have the Thanos impression of me."

"And why shouldn't I?" She quizzed and folded her arms across her bosom. She was washed with delight at the return of her intrepidity.

"How am I sure I wasn't raped?" She gave an accusation that universally puts men off guard. She wanted to see that expression, expression of shock, surprise and disbelief on him. Yes, she knows she wasn't raped but hey, nothing stops a lady from getting confirmations while having fun, fun from making her interrogatee uncomfortable.

Derrick was taken aback by her question, but he got himself together.

"Uhmm for starters, need I remind you, you woke up in this house well tucked in a bed which wasn't ruffled, with your clothes and shoes on, no marks on your body, your vagina isn't sore, no feeling of pain on your body except probably the hangover headache, and breakfast is served for you," he said and raised a 'can you comprehend that?' brow. She gave him an adamant and impassive look.

"Come on, get the message. Rapist aren't that romantic or caring," he blurted out. "Any rapist that will do that surely has the fear of God in him, and to be sincere, the world needs such kind of rapists. What a service to humanity," he said, sarcasm evident in his voice. She rolled her eyes in response.

"I'm Derrick by the way. You are?" He said stretching a hand for a handshake. She made to respond but the ringing of her phone cut her short.

"Hello babe," she said to her caller.

"No... no, I'm not at home."

"Uh huhh, thanks sweetheart, you're such a darling."

"Okay, I will catch up with you later... got issues I need to trash out. Love you."

And with that, she ended the call. Derrick was the only one at home because Yakubu had earlier left for work and he does his business mostly in the evenings. Aside that, there was no way he would leave his stranger guest in the house all by herself even if he wanted or needed to.

"Let me guess, someone special?" Derrick asked in a dramatic manner.

Agape rolled her eyes in response but nevertheless answered, "Yeah, girlfriend."

"Hmmmmmm," he grunted, stroking his chin mischievously. "With the whole sexual liberalism in our world today coupled with the circumstances surrounding this call with your 'girlfriend'." He moved his fingers in quote at the word "girlfriend". "I feel this girlfriend has more meaning. So tell me, is she your girlfriend as in girlfriend or girlfriend as in that girlfriend?" He uttered mischievously. A little naughtiness and fun won't hurt.

"For starters, what's your fücking business? Secondly, what the fück is girlfriend as in girlfriend or girlfriend as in that girlfriend?"

"To answer your first question, blame curiosity dear. Secondly, girlfriend as in girlfriend or girlfriend as in that girlfriend means, is she the bff type or the you know..." He said and made a fingering gesture. "Type."
In response, Agape hissed. This dude must be sick in the head, seriously.

"FYI, I'm not a lesbian and even if I am that wouldn't be a bad thing, not when men are dicks anyway," she spat.

"The feeling is mutual dear, the feeling is mutual. I personally see women as bitches."

"Fück you!"

"You're welcome." He gave a finger salute.

"Shey you know you're mad?"

"I will take that as a compliment," he stated naughtily causing a hiss from her. "Now that we are done with our little drama, breakfast is ready, and you're definitely not leaving this house without putting something in that stomach of yours."

"Pleaseeeeeeee," he pleaded poutingly when she made to object. Agape sneered at his drama but deep down she felt pleased at it, it was fun, he was fun. An added package to his good looks.

"Fine," she obliged to his request and together they moved to the dinning where he took the initiative to serve her breakfast, breakfast of toasted bread, egg sauce and tea.

"So tell me, you said you see women as bitches, are you gay?" Agape asked and spooned egg sauce into her mouth.

"Nope."

"Hmmm," she grunted. If so, then it means he has a heartbreak history just like her or maybe he's a sexist, one of those so called alpha males that see women as nothing but objects or he was just getting back at her for referring to men as dicks, talk about gender commitment. Following those thoughts was the realization of how erratic her presumption or initial presumption was, seriously, who's gay for misogynistic purpose? Well, she shrugged, a shrug of 'that was messed up, but it's a bygone'.

"I guess you're expecting me to ask how I got to be in your house."

Derrick smirked. It always get to this point. To be sincere, he was disappointed it took this long. He had expected it to occur earlier during their confrontation.

"Well, it's a long story of pleasure, lust, battle, frustration and humanity," he said. She raised a brow both in curiosity and in response to his drama. He sipped his tea and went ahead to fill her on the details which spun into her narration of why she drank herself to stupor at the club, a melancholic story, which of course brought empathy from Derrick. She loved the interactive session with him, he was lively and intelligent.

"And what's the name to the face?" Derrick enquired feeling it was long overdue.

"Well, if you must know, I'm Agape... Agape Adebayo."
That name sounded familiar, scratch that, that name was familiar.

"Wait a minute, are you Agape Adebayo, author of the Even-ry book franchise? Founder, owner and CEO of the 3 billion dollar AG Enterprise?"

The self satisfied smirk on her face was all the affirmation he needed... needed to know she was.



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The atmosphere reeked of energy, profuse energy, energy at a frenzy dimension all thanks to the loud mouthed speakers which shamelessly immersed themselves in their gossips, interpreted as musics, that spread across the space-time of the night club resulting in body movements which the human mind processes as dance from the occupants of the club, Derrick inclusive. Pouring alcohol into his system at a space of seconds, he moved his body and nodded his head to the music. He had to admit, the DJ was truly doing a diligent work. He exclaimed in delight when one of his favorite music, as a super model walking into the fashion walkway, made its gracious entry into the club announcing its exquisiteness. It seems he wasn't the only one captured by the enthrallment of the song as the occupants of the dance floor increased the momentum of their dances with excitement.

On a very good day, his homeboy, Yakubu, is his able pleasure partner in a scenario like this but all thanks to work loads which must be completed and presented tomorrow, Yakubu chose to take the path of "Work Before Pleasure". So here he is, in a night club having a time of his life, gulping down his favourite alcoholic beverage, delightfully dancing to one of his favourite songs playing, of course on his seat, while feeding his eyes with the entertaining drama around him. He wasn't in the mood for any floor dances. Moving the bottle into his mouth, he gulped its content down his throat, sighing in pleasure afterwards. This was the third bottle and he wasn't yet tipsy. Well, that was all shades of goodnews to him, an opportunity to booze more, to pleasure his soul more, to fill his body with alcoholic nutrients, whatever the fück that is.

Scanning around, his eyes glided from one dancer to another. The variety of dances taking place on the dance floor was a source of admiration, comedy and sensuality. Admiration for those that knew their game when it came to dancing, unlike those that would make, scratch that, that were making their ancestors ponder on the evil they did to deserve such offsprings who boldly committed sacrilege all in the name of dancing. Someone should please tell this people to stop embarrassing themselves on the dance floor. Of course it wasn't going to be him. It wasn't mandatory to dance, they could have just sat down and pleasure themselves rather than become dance floor comedians. But anyways, it was a service to humanity, a comedy service to humanity, too bad they weren't monetised. Present, were the third group that had decided to use the medium to preach their sexual gospel to all present with their racy dances. The way they whined and rocked was intriguing and arousing.

Feasting his eyes on the activities going on while gulping down his drink and nodding his head to the beats, he came across a lady who was lost in a world of her own on the dance floor. She twirled and whined with so much energy and dexterity. She's thick, endowed and curvy, very curvy. The way her thick, endowed and well chiseled hips and butt swayed in her short racy outfit was electrifying, literally. His rising member being the undisputed testament to that. Her caramel toned skin added to her sensuality as it glared beautifully especially under the spotlight of the dull, multi coloured lightings of the club which graced it and displayed its gorgeousness to the world around. He fixed his gaze on her as she whined, twirled, rocked and moved sensually. Now this was a sight to behold, a worthy meal for his eyes. Wait a minute, is she drunk? Okay, the lady is definitely drunk. How come he didn't notice this earlier. How will he anyway, when he was mentally feasting on her sensually. But hey, that's nothing to feel guilty over, it's a club for fück sake, she is free to get drunk, free to dress sultrily, free to ooze out sexual energy with her dance and definitely, he is free to satisfy his fleshy eyes and that he will do.

"So girl, go on and be my unofficial stripper," he muttered, smirked naughtily, relaxed on his seat, crossed his legs, drank from his bottle, and visually feasted.

Between instinct and the conscience, Derrick was still trying to figure out who was the greater bitch because they both were bitches and in their bitchness they landed him in the siituation he found himself. After coming to the realisation or conclusion, whichever one it was, that he's had enough fun for the night, he got up and left the club, against the protest of his body of course who threw tantrums on how he didn't or hasn't approached his or their alluring drunk stripper for a night hook up. After walking to the road to board a taxi, his instinct popped up and urged him to walk back to the club, the parking lot to be precise. And yes, it didn't fücking make sense, so he resisted but all hail the bitchness of the instinct, it went ballistic with riots, giving his mind restlessness and to make it worse, the few taxis that had passed through refused pulling over for him. It was as if they sensed or saw the WrestleMania going on between him and his intuition, and chose not to be involve. Fück them and fück his instinct, which he yielded to of course. God! His instinct was nothing short of a spoilt brat.

On getting to the parking lot, he saw his enthralling, drunk, unofficial stripper struggling to open the door to her car, a sleeky ride of course, a testament to how financially well placed she is. So he has been mentally fücking not just a drunk attractive girl, but a rich one. Great!

"Thank you instinct, thank you... for the revelation," he muttered sarcastically.

After struggling with the car door for few seconds, all thanks to her being profusely drunk, she made to get into the car but boom! Slumped faceward on the car sit and dozed off, and that was where the conscience came in. There's no fücking way he's leaving her like that, all thanks to that Mr. morality called conscience who like a relay race, took the baton from instinct. She could be exposed, scratch it, she's vulnerable and exposed to dangers; rapists, robbers, cutthroats, kidnappers, organ harvesters, human traffickers, and so on and so forth.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm doing it. I gat my humanity in me," he muttered.

And that was how he found himself driving a gorgeous, drunk and heavily sleeping lady in her dashing car home, his of course.


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"So... explain yourself," Yakubu demanded to finally sate his impatient curiosity which began right from the moment Derrick showed up at the house with a drunk, sleeping but attractive lady. He was in the living room coding his portion of a game his team was working on, a task that had to be completed on or before tomorrow. The reason he couldn't accompany his homeboy to the club for a homies' night out.

"Allah!! Derick, what the hell is this?" Those were the words that flew out of his mouth the moment the door flung open and Derrick trotted into the house with their uninvited but inadvertently welcomed guest.

"Please bro, just help me settle her in, I promise to let you in on the details," Derrick had responded.

"I hate you James, I fücking hate you," the lady's voice coursed through the atmosphere howbeit in a low sleepy tone. She stirred unconsciously, snuggled a pillow tightly and slept on peacefully, unaware of her location or the strangers in the room with her.

Urged by Yakubu, Derrick sighed and narrated the events to him. In response, Yakubu sighed, placed his hand on Derrick's shoulder and said,

"That was good of you man. You did good." He glanced at the peacefully sleeping beauty on the bed. He has to admit, the lady was a beauty, too bad she found herself in a situation like that.

"From what she uttered, I think her drunkenness is as a result of depression, depression probably caused by being betrayed by a lover."

"Probably," Yakubu affirmed. "Right now, there's nothing we can do about her. We will have to wait till morning when she comes around, to know her."

Derrick glanced at the lady who was well tucked in on his bed. "You're right," he said.

"And I will have to settle in the living room," he said changing into his night wear.

"You know my bed is more than big enough for two."

"Nahhh, enjoy your space," Derrick replied, picked a pillow from the bed and walked out of his bedroom. Yakubu shrugged and followed.



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YEAR: 2019

"Okay mum, I've heard you. Bye. Do take care of yourself. Greet Mr Okorocha for me," Derrick Okorocha said to his caller, being mischievous with the last words. He bit his lips slyly, expecting a reaction from his mother and as usual, she didn't disappoint. "Okay okay okay mum, don't crucify me." He laughed hard.

"Greet dad for me... and my lovely sisters also. Bye, love you," he said. "Ohhh mum, I've heard," he grunted. "Bye bye ohhhh." And then he cut the call, apparently in a hurry. When a man is in a hurry to end a call with his mum, it means he is either not on good grounds with mummy or mummy have started making demands. It's not unusual for the African... Nigerian mother of a 25 years old male to start having expectations, especially when that period of life clocks. And for Derrick, as Mrs Okorocha will see it, the clock has ticked.

"I don't know why my mum is on my neck," Derrick said to his housemate and friend, Yakubu Bello, who was having breakfast with him on the dinning, all dressed up for work. "It's so so 'Derrick when are you going to bring a woman home?' Ahh ahhh... shuo. Make this woman chill na," he lamented, causing light giggles from Yakubu.

"She should understand that I'm not yet ready for marriage. Me, I'm still a young nigga, I need to chop life first, likewise, prepare well. Aside that, money and correct babe no dey," Derrick expressed.

First of all, Derrick, Derrick Okorocha is a brown skinned, good looking, muscular, tall, 25 years old male from Anambra State, Nigeria. A graduate of Economics but a griller, hustle wise --- he sells grilled pork. Of course, it isn't his dream work but hey, a man have to do what he has to do for the survival while watching out for greener pastures. He's the first child and only son in a family of three children. Secondly, Yakubu Bello is a tall, dark skinned, muscular 27 years old male from Adamawa State. He is a Muslim by religion and a game developer by profession. He works at Xav Games. Thirdly, the duo are housemates in their two bedroom apartment, and very good friends right from their university days at the University of Ibadan. Fourthly, they are two of out of the 3,839,646 residents of Abuja, well known as the stateless city of Nigeria.

"Come on, if Yakubu here, a well to do game developer is still single, then who am I?" Derrick said comically. Yakubu shot him a glare while spooning egg sauce into his mouth.

"So it has gotten to the point were you now use me as an example to justify your singleness. Never knew I was a role model, that's something," Yakubu replied sneeringly.

"See your mouth like role model," Derrick jibed.

"And besides, in my defense, if Xavier Clinton Uweh..."

"Your billionaire boss," Derrick interrupted with a mouth full of bread.

"Dude, don't interrupt me," Yakubu warned comically. "If Xavier Clinton Uweh, CEO of Xav Group, a $300 billion dollar global conglomerate, and one of the top ten richest men on the planet is still single, who am I?"

"That's cheesy..."

"No, it's catchy, and way better justification than yours."

"Whatever dude. But this boss of yours is truly a mystery. For a long time now, he hasn't been seen in public with a woman which now begs the question of why?" Derrick sipped his tea.

"And that my friend, is a mystery to the media and public in general."

"But one thing is sure, he is either a secret Bruce Wayne or a Christian Grey or gay. It is either he is a secret playboy, which my money is on, or he is secretly bondage fucking someone's daughter or daughters, or he is bonking a male."

"Xavier isn't gay, at least, his past says hello."

"In this age of liberalism, sexual orientation conversion is more than possible. Yes, homosexuality is illegal here but not in some other places. So nothing stops your billionaire boss from bonking some masculine booty or getting his hammered."

"The way you said it makes it creepy and weird at the same time," Yakubu uttered causing a naughty smirk on Derrick's face.

"But what if he is just being a committed Christian, you know the whole 'flee from premarital sex and sexual immorality' thingy. He owns Xav Foundation, a Christian humanitarian organization, one of the top five largest humanitarian organizations in the world," Yakubu said.

Derrick facial shrugged and replied, "That's an option but what are the odds?"

Yakubu raised a brow.

"Come on bro, he is a billionaire in the 21st century, a century of sexual liberalism. The Church is not even spared. So being a Christian doesn't raise the bar for him. As for the billionaire thingy, well, 'it is easier for a camel to pass through a needle's eye than for a rich man to get into the kingdom of Heaven', Matthew 19:24."

"Really Derrick! Really!" Yakubu said with a look of surprise while stirring his tea.

"Bro, I'm a Christian okay, but nigga gats to be realistic. The 21st century is a handful. You never can tell, you just never can tell," Derrick defended his stand and sipped his tea.

"I'm just surprise at your claim that he can't be celibate or a good Christian simply because he's a billionaire."

"Dude, don't put words in my mouth. I didn't say he can't be a committed Christian or celibate because he is a billionaire..."

"But?"

"Being a billionaire in the 21st century doesn't increase the possibility of such. It's still an option nevertheless. Who knows, our billionaire bachelor might truly be keeping himself for the Lord while waiting for that special lady."

Yakubu nodded his head in agreement.

"But what are the odds," Derrick said, hell bent on playing Darth Vader. Yakubu rolled his eyes.

"But I love the dude, especially because of his intelligence, humility, philanthropic heart and of course, his book, The Game. God! That book is one of the best relationship books out there."

Yakubu nodded in support.

"But it's ironical and comical that a single guy can write such good relationship book though."

Yakubu facial shrugged in response.

"Okay, I'm done and dusted. Work beckons," Yakubu said and got up. "And, please, in all you do, make sure you leave me some of those spicy pork of yours."

"Na your money go talk sha."

"See your head," Yakubu said walking to the door. "And bro, you know the drill, the usual morning motivation from yours truly. Dude, you need to think big, see big. Jeff Bezos started from a garage. Picture your own global pork empire." Yakubu gesticulated with his hand dramatically in the air at the last words.

"You're mad. I say you're mad, idiot. It's like your brain is paining you, it is shaking bah. If I wipe you oraimo cord, shey you know how en thick. If I wipe you am, you go forget how to code games. Nonsense. Abeg getat make Derrick breathe fresh air," Derrick said comically. Yakubu gave him the middle finger and dashed out of the house.


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I know lots of you will be surprise that Xavier is referred to as single. To clear that misunderstanding, check the timeline of this teaser, and compare it with the timeline in which Ideal started, things will fall into place. The connections in Xav-Verse from Bliss moving forward will be immense. Everything picks up from the foundational story, Ideal. Anticipate 🙃.
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Xavites, Phase Four has begun 🙃


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As we all know, Ideal is a published book. If you're interested in getting the complete book, you can do so on Amazon and Bambooks via the links below. I will be grateful if you do this 😎.

1.) Amazon
* Page link: www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW7J92W8
* ASIN: B0BW7J92W8
For those who don't know, the ASIN is the book's Amazon code. Use it to easily search for the book on Amazon.

2.) Bambook
https://bambooks.io/book/share/ideal-book-4-of-xavverse/15913




#Xavier

CHAPTER NINETY TWO


"Jewel, I finally got a name for our baby," Xavier said excitedly, walking into the bedroom. Precious who sat on a couch watching TV gazed at him quizzically.

"Our baby boy will be called Xavier jnr," he said with pride.

"Xavier jnr?"

"Yes."

"So of all the names to give, it's Xavier jnr you could come up with," Precious said critically.

"What's wrong with the name, Xavier jnr?" Xavier asked with confusion. He hoped this wasn't one of her pregnancy induced drama. Unnecessary drama, arguments and tantrums have become a part of their life ever since she took in. She picked unnecessary offenses, irritations, complains and arguments at lots of things, even the most mundane of them. In as much as it was cute in a way, it was also frustrating and annoying, the down to hell kind.

"I don't know... maybe because it's narcissistic."

"Fück!" Xavier exclaimed. "What's narcissistic about that?"

"What isn't narcissistic about it?" She fired. "Only someone who thinks too highly of himself will choose to name his son after himself."

"Correction, that's not being narcissistic, rather it means loving a name. The last I checked, Xavier is an amazing name."

"I don't see how a name that means, the new house or castle, is a good name."

"Madam, what about bright, splendid, saviour, intelligent, perceptive, courageous? What about these other meanings of Xavier? You just choose to overlook them bah."

"It doesn't change the fact that you're being a narcissist."

"I'm not... being a narcissist. I'm not a narcissist, have never been and will never be, okay," Xavier defended.

"But your action implied it," Precious pressed further with her accusations.

"I'm not taking offense at that." He stared at her. "I know it's your hormones... your pregnancy hormones speaking through you right now."

"Did you just call me a dummy?" She accused thumbing her chest. She got off the couch and stood in front of him.

"I didn't."

"Oh yes you did. What the fück do you mean by 'it's your hormones speaking through you'?" She pressed. "Before that, why must you be the one to choose the baby name?"

"Jewel, we've been through this already. We both agreed to name our babies consecutively in other to avoid conflicts, with me being the first to do so. Heck, we even had to cast a lot to decide who names first," Xavier stated. "Please let us not go back to that okay. The next baby will be all yours for the naming."

"I don't like that name."

"Why?"

"Because it's narcissistic."

"Come on. Please give a dude this privilege," he said. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he pleaded with a puppy face when she meant to object.

"Fine," she said. "Since you've sworn allegiance to narcissism, who am I to stop you."

Xavier smiled at her drama. She was definitely hell bent on having the last word. He couldn't help but leer at her, at how cute she was with all her dramatic display. She looked really beautiful in her pregnancy. Her pregnancy really amplified her beauty causing her to blossom and glow. Her protruding stomach, a testament of his manly capacity and a proof of their love, stood without intimidation on her luscious frame. Yes, she has added fats in certain parts of her body, but who the fück cares? Definitely not him. Aside that, her fats were appealing, they accentuated her beauty.

"What? What are you staring at?"

He smiled. "You... you my dear. My blossoming fato," he said, calling her the nickname he assigned to her ever since she got pregnant. He smiled expecting a resistance from her. Precious has never been fond of that name. Her reasons, she isn't fat, but Xavier doesn't care. He loves the playful taunts he metes out to her with it. He loves how she whines and complains about her displeasure. Well, he doesn't care. It's his response to her unending and unnecessary drama and tantrums. He can't be the only one being frustrated during this pregnancy phase. Two can play the game.

"I'm not a fato," she objected.

"Yes you are... yes you are my beautiful sexy fato," he said and pulled her cheeks.

"Get your hands off me," she said putting off his hands. "I'm not a fato."

"A fato, no. My fato, yes."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. My fato."

"I'm not," She said hitting him. "Who calls his wife, his pregnant wife fato?"

"Uhmmmmm... me," he said with glee.

"Then you must be senseless."

"If you talk too much, I will change it to whale," Xavier said mockingly. God! This was fun. He was really enjoying himself.

"That's not funny obim."

"Fato fato fato fato fato..." He sang, giving a mock dance.

"Stop ittttttttttttttttttt!!! Stop calling me that," she said, her voice breaking into a sob. Xavier paused on sensing the tears in her voice. He walked up to her and took her in his embrace, giving her a gentle stroke and uttering words of comfort to her.

"Ounch!" He exclaimed, flinching in pain at her pinch. "What was that for?"

"That's for calling me fato," she said with a serious look. Xavier smiled at her.

"You know you're beautiful when you're crazy," he said stroking her cheek. She made to respond but he silenced her with a kiss.



#Xavier
#Ideal
#PhaseFour
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

CHAPTER NINETY ONE


YEAR: 2023


"So how many months gone now? Five? Six? Seven? Don't blame me, I've not been keeping track," Angela voice boomed through the video call.

"You're pardon," Precious said comically. "It's six."

"Hmmm. Three more months and boom, I will be a god mother," Angela said enthusiastically.

"Slow down woman. I will be the decider of that." Angela gave a playful scowl.

"Don't blame me. The queue for that prestigious title is long. Every potentials must pass through the audition and that includes you. You know my baby boy must have a worthy god mother," Precious said, caressing her protruding stomach at the last statement.

Angela rolled her eyes. "So you're saying that I'm not worthy?" She quizzed, feigning annoyance.

"Come on sis... It's not like that."

"It's like what?"

"You know it's a crime to question a pregnant lady like that," Precious switched to the guilty game.

Angela gave a hiss in response. "Madam, quit this game of yours abegi, it's not working on me. So?"

Precious sighed in frustration. "Why are you taking this serious na? Look, it's not that I don't want you to be his god mother, it's just that, there are some other people that wants same spot, and these people are very close to me. So you see why I can't pick sides now, I don't want to hurt anybody. I will have to wait till then. When we get to that bridge, we will cross it."

Angela gave her an intense look and suddenly bursted out into a heavy fit of laughter leaving Precious confused. "My God, you should have taken a look at your face," she said and laughed. "I was just pulling your legs babe. Don't read meanings into it."

Precious heaved a sigh of relief.

"Madam, don't you dare do that again. Don't you know I'm pregnant?"

"Ohhhh stop with this drama of yours," Angela chided in a playful tone. "Anyways, drama queen, how is hubby treating you. Hope he's giving you lovings?"

Precious smiled and nodded in affirmation.

"Your smiles says it all." She rubbed her forehead. "Gotcha go, catch up with you later. Bye pumpkin."

"See ya. Kiss the twins for me."

"Trust me, I will," Angela said followed by the ending of the call.

The Xaviers household was finally getting an addition. After much persuasions from Xavier and delays or more like procrastination from Precious, the couple finally came to the decision that they need to expand the Xav Clan, and here they were, the first step towards doing that. The heralding of the imminent coming of the baby brought excitement from family and friends. Xavier's family, Precious' family, Xavier's friends, Precious' friends and the RichGela were all happy at what they perceive as a welcome development with some self imposing the god mother and father status on themselves.

"So imma tryna tell me that this baby girl here will be a god mother," that was Tesoma.

"Thank you bro for making me a soon to be god mother," Deborah had said.

"God fatherism is a goal," that was Bem.

"Not when I'm alive," Danjuma countered.

Precious couldn't wrap her head round the obsession with the whole god parent of a thing, it sounded crazy and dramatic, scratch that, it was crazy and dramatic but nevertheless she loved the attention it brought though. Whenever she thought about it, it brought smiles to her, their attention and drama was an absolute attestation to their love for her, her husband and their unborn child. She felt great being a part of such company.

The thought of being a mother excited her. The journeys, the adventures, the challenges ahead intrigued her although with a little trepidation. The responsibilities and the uncertainties ahead were definitely a source of excitement and fear, anybody would be in such emotional fix, but nevertheless she was more excited and what made it even more exciting was the fact that she was making her baby and going into the world of parenting with her heartthrob, her obim, her love, her obsession, her world, her husband. The thought and awareness of building a home with him filled her with pure joy, delight and excitement. This was going to be fun and blissful, howbeit challenging but with the ever flowing love and support of Xavier, she knows she will pull through.


#Xavier
#Ideal
#BeginningOfPhaseFour
#TheOrganizationSaga
#Xav-Verse

Update drops tomorrow guys. Anticipate 🙃