It did not take long for Blessing and Lekan to get done with their normal hygiene protocols. Even though this was not her house, she had been able to get the items which she needed to clean up. At least to an acceptable level.the only thing that was left out was the fact that she had not gotten the type of powder suitable for her face. The others like a makeup kit was not something that she often used every time so it was fine for her not to be without make up.Lekan’s extra toothbrush had come in handy. They had used his bathroom. And now, from the clothes that she wore, it had come with a bit of a headache to her. But upon improvising now she was wearing baggy gray Lekan’s shorts while she had a black hoodie over her top.Lekan on the other hand was wearing a black tracksuit while he had a white vest at the top. They had gotten all they needed, including his faulty phone and now, they were headed to the place where they would fix his phone.Outside the gate, Lekan stopped to ha
Lekan could not be more happier when the Uber finally stopped. They had arrived at their stop and never in his life had he felt this liberated. Earlier, the two girls had snuggled into him in the backseat. Leslie bold and gutsy, led the activity while Blessing followed suit. The latter, only acting because she did not want to lose out. And because she also thought it was fun. In her opinion, Lekan reasoned, she thought she could make him relax and come out of his shell through this. “Have you seen the alert?” He said to the driver just he finished the mobile transfer. “Yes!” The driver nodded to him. he looked to his side. Leslie to his left while Blessing to his right. Frowning, he cleared his throat loudly. “Hello… we have to get down here.” He forced the words out, trying hard to maintain his cool. It was not borne out of anger but more because he did not want to feel anything. Leslie’s breasts snuggled agaisnt his shoulder was a sensation of one kind. Her small, firm m
Lekan’s mouth hung open. Was it on his money that Leslie was ordering all those things? If it was Blessing, he could understand that. After all, the both of them were really close. But not this leech if a new comer. First, he was not to speed with her story. The story of her interning at the hospital yet she did not go to the hospital today. What sort of intern was she anyways? Then, she had hoped with them for the ride, taking advantage of Blessing’s softness. Blessing was only allowing his because in her opinion, Lekan reasoned, she was thinking that having Leslie around would cheer him up. But it didn’t. He could never get so relaxed around her. She was too suspicious for him to suddenly get to be relaxed around her. Not to mention that he had seen her in that vision he had. If it was just any other day, without the vision he had of her, then, maybe, he would have flowed with blessing. However, that was not the case. For him to have seen her in his vision, then it meant t
One Above All Meets Morgana. “Where am I?” The lady with the red gown asked herself, a frown on her face. She held one hand to her jaw, her eyes looking about for some but of recognition in the place she found herself.Her body ached, but it was no matter. What bothered her was the low visibility that she had. She wished it could go away. But it stuck. Like jet lag, if she even knew what that was. “Ah!” She moaned out, holding her right hand to the wall as she stumbled into the alley, her head bent. Unknown to her, some men of the night had begun to trail her. Three of them in number and whilst one of them held a bottle of beer, the others looked already wasted. It was Brazil and these ones looked like the rogue mafia guys who had felt that they could just go out to get any girl who they wanted.Even if the circumstances regarding that were one that smelt entirely of violation. Especially if this one did not know any better than to remain in an alley where someone like them would m
“Everyone has dirt, Leslie. Everyone!” The all too familiar voice of the grand inquisitor sounded. His gray three piece suit, his now stuck in insignia of his office backing the figure of the white lady. He had his hair curly and brown, his face bearded till only few patches of his skin could actually be seen. The room where he was in was pretty magijificnent. White glossy paint coated the walls with lots of space in and about the room. The ceiling were beautified by silverware chandelier, hanging down exquisitely while portraying a level of architectural finesse in the hall. The walls were bare, not a single adornment in except for the large display clock o for black which stuck to the west side. And right in the center of the room was a dinning table, the Grand Inquisitor backing it as he smiled to space. Behind him, sitting at the head of the table was Leslie with her face bowed down. She had a scowl in, showing how much she did not like being around prof Bumju but as alway
At the sound of the knocks against the door, Beatrice grabbed Prof Bumju by the ahan. In an instant, a space portal warped open in front of them, and gen they got in, leaving Leslie alone in the mansion. Now left alone, Leslie sighed. She heaved out, shaking her head with a smirk on her face. “You guys can come in.” She answered the knocks. The door opened wide to admit Lekan and of course, Blessing. As expected, Lekan was brooding, his eyes pinned to the ground with his hands in his pockets. Seeing him, Leslie had a final idea of how much Blessing must have insisted for them to be there. It was fun and in a way cute. Yo see him this way. She giggled, holding her hands behind her back as she walked to them. The room was spacious. However at the door, there was the setting of a living room before which the dinning room took prominence. This meant that whoever entered the house would have tk walk across the living room all the way to the dinning room. However. Leslie had already
“I don’t understand. So you lied about everything?” Blessing gasped. “All of that internship stuff and all was just some fake things just So that you could come Close to us and what? Kidnap us? This dinner too?” She yelled out. “No, you are blowing things out of proportion.” Leslie raised a hand in the air towards her. “Of course i would. Do you know how stupid I feel now? I had to tell Lekan that he was having misguided feelings. I had to make him lose trust in his own initiative and yet, I was the bait that you used to bring us here? To come here! You know how used I feel?” Blessing roared, promptly shooting up form the table. She slammed a fist down, the plates and other utensils lifting only a little from the table top. “You are a liar, Leslie. I hate what you did!” “I said, you are talking things too seriously!” Leslie roared out, standing up form the table and staring daggers at her. “I told you you I was just a spy. Nothing more. But the whole essence of everything was to
“Blessing. What the heck? You’re using me to make a call?” Lekan yelled out. He was fast losing his patience. It was one thing to be here simply because Belssing had coaxed him to come around. It was another thing, definitely, to remain her even after the episode in the dinning room. He did not want to be anywhere around here. Not in the slightest bit. And the fact that Blessing was the wine who was still delaying them in front of the gate was now angering him. Did she not know how much he wanted to be out of here? Mthe frazy girl lied. His heart boiled. He knew he had been right around along but then again, the raw fact that had happened before him. The actual reality that his suipcipn was out here and proved to be right hurt nonetheless. Perhaps, he would have been pacified to learn that it was just his own suspicion and nothing more. Unfortunately, that did not happen: He was right. He inhaled, trying not to lose his cool at Blessing. Blessing was easily trusting and could