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Chapter 7 : In Lillian's Universe : Part 1


One thing about being 40 and single is that all your friends and relatives keep asking you one question; 'When are you getting married.' It gets to a point, you stop picking calls from some specific aunties. I one of my aunts said she saw it in a dream that I was going to get married in a certain month. I was under a lot of stress to make her dream come true that my ulcer got serious and I had a case of internal bleeding. After spending 3 weeks hospitalised, my family let me be for a while.


I was chilling at home one day, going through Facebook on my laptop when I saw Lillian's post advertising her fashion line. She was one of the lovers I had in my struggling years. Meeting new girls had become really exhausting, and I was in the mood to socialise with someone that already knew me, so I chatted her up. I was surprised she responded, because the last thing she had said to me back then was that she never wanted to see me again. Lillian had been happy with us being in a no-strings relationship, till one day she gave me an ultimatum to make things official or leave her alone. When I couldn't, she blocked me on all platforms, except Facebook. 


After chatting with her for a few hours, on and off that day, she invited me to her church. It was a new generation church, and they had given their a target to bring in new people every Sunday. I agreed to come, but I said I wanted to see her before that day, so we agreed to meet the following day. 


Lillian was always busy with her fashion line, and asked if I was comfortable with us meeting at her fashion school, instead of at a restaurant. The place was located in the centre of town, and I already had some business to do around there, so I agreed to it. 


Her spot was well furnished, with over a dozen sewing machines in the main room that housed all her students. One of her other rooms was used as a showroom, and another as her office. She was really entrepreneurial, and I was impressed with how she had grown since we last saw each other. 


At the time, I had decided to hide my wealth from girls, so I went there by public transport. She had not changed much physically; average height, not fat or slim, but a bit busty. Her caramel complexion was a little more polished now than I ed it being; a sign of good living. On our walk to her establishment from the bus stop, she said nothing about our last conversation before she cut me off back in the day so I didn't bring it up. 


It was 7pm, and all her students had left. We sat on a couch in the receptionist area and caught up on old times. Old habits die hard; I got a little bit too comfortable sitting next to her on the comfy couch and I started caressing her. She didn’t let the act go on for too long before sternly asking me to stop. I respected her request and kept a little distance between us. 


She spent the rest of the night talking about her new church family and how they had been a strong in her life since coming out of depression last year. There was a spark in her eyes as she spoke about them, and I was happy for her and couldn't wait to meet all the people she had been telling me about.


I spent the next few weeks in Lillian's world. I was having writer's block working on a new short crime story, and her fashion school was refreshing to come to. I would sit around, just listening to her talking to her clients, and interacting freely with her students. I have always believed the saying that truth is stranger than fiction, and the more I listened to people's stories, the more my belief grew stronger. My lightweight Chromebook laptop was always with me, and I typed away whenever I felt a rush of inspiration. My poultry farm had CCTV cameras, and motion sensor fluorescent light poles installed in every corner, so I could monitor everything on the farm on my laptop.


Lillian understood me well, was very lively, and she lived a very flexible life; these were some of the characteristics I was looking for in a potential partner. But when I told her I wanted us to give dating a shot again, this time seriously, she declined the offer. She said she would rather have me as a friend. I didn't feel offended about the rejection, I was just surprised because I knew that was what she always wanted. But that was three years ago, and people change. 


Her rejection didn't change my visits to her spot. She grew up with a very large family and always loved having a lot of people around her. I became part of the new family of friends she had created for herself, and became close with her friends. She used to always say she had a friend she wanted me to meet, saying she would love it if I could date her. That always confused me, because even though she had told me she wasn't interested in dating me, she was still very clingy; sitting pretty close to me on the couch whenever I came over, or holding my hand when she would walk me to the bus stop. 


When she finally did introduce me to her friend, Hellen, I found out it was someone I had seen in her church a few times. She was a cool girl, funny and jovial, but I wasn’t physically attracted to her. So I just made her my friend; someone I would talk to every now and then on the phone, but nothing more than that. 


And then the day that changed the dynamics between Lillian and I's friendship came. She invited me to a get-together party she was having at her spot. It was a busy day at the poultry, as I had just closed a deal for a monthly supply of 500 chickens to a restaurant. I had to be on site to monitor my workers as they butchered and dressed the birds for delivery. But Lillian kept calling, begging me to come for the party, so I finally agreed. If only she knew how me being at that party would change everything between us, she would have let me be. 


The party was filled with Lillian's friends I already knew, and some I didn't. It was almost over, with the music turned low when this curvy girl walked into the room dressed in a sky blue body fitting gown. Her hourglass shape caught my attention immediately, and I had to look away when I noticed I had been staring at her too long. She was what Gen Z calls slim thick. After greeting Lillian and a few other people, she came and sat on the couch right next to me. Without saying a word to each other, I could feel the sexual tension between us. I couldn't help myself; it was like some sort of magnet was drawing me to her. I would later learn that she felt the same way I did at that point.

Mr Kayode, my Mentor I greet you, Sir. It's been long. How are you doing? Really happy you're back Please don't leave us again. I missed your stories. Oh, and I owe you many thanks. You motivated me back then. Can't wait to learn more from you.

Bam17:
Mr Kayode, my Mentor I greet you, Sir. It's been long. How are you doing? Really happy you're back Please don't leave us again. I missed your stories. Oh, and I owe you many thanks. You motivated me back then. Can't wait to learn more from you.

Yeah, it really has been a long time. Good to have you back too.

kayo80:




Yeah, it really has been a long time. Good to have you back too.

I've been here oo

Bam17:

I've been here oo

Well done 👍👍

Chapter 8 : In Lillian's Universe : Part 2 (Daniella)


The following day, I was home watching documentaries on Idi Amin Dada, trying to get into the mind of a ruthless killer when my phone beeped. I ignored it at first, but when it vibrated again, I picked it up from my bedside stool and saw the messages were from Daniella, the shapely girl from yesterday. She introduced herself, and asked how I was doing. We had ended up talking briefly just before she left Lillian’s and had exchanged digits, but I was surprised she was the one hitting me up, instead of the other way around. I had found out she was doing her Masters in Criminology at Lead City University, which was on the outskirts of town. Being a crime writer, this new knowledge increased my curiosity in knowing her more. But never did I think she would be chatting me up the very next day. 


I hit her back with, 'how are you doing' and she immediately responded with 'fine.' We chatted randomly for a few minutes, but  when she hit me with, 'I'm here alone with my teddy bear' I knew her intentions. I sat up in bed, my mind racing, thinking of what I was about to get myself into. My mind told me no, but my body said yes. I took the discussion down another path, but she brought it back to her intent with the question, 'where do you live?' At this point I decided to play along with her. I told her where I lived, and asked if she knew the neighbourhood. She said yes. When I asked her to come over, I wasn't at all shocked when she responded with, ‘okay.’.


She said she had to run a few errands, but would be at my place at noon, and asked if I would be home. I looked at my watch, noon was in two hours. I still needed time to soak in what was about to happen, so I asked her to make it 1pm instead. She agreed. After ending the chat with her, I dropped my phone, shut the laptop and got off the bed. I had a lot of work to do. 


I kept my one bedroom apartment from before I became successful, and used it as a writing spot for when I didn’t want distractions. That was where I was, and the place needed a little tiding. The good thing about living in a small place with very little belongings is that you can be done with cleaning the entire place in under an hour. I had just a bed, bedside stools, a reading table, and two wooden chairs in my room; no TV, or home theatre system. After cleaning up, I needed to get some groceries, so I grabbed my car keys and stepped out. 


I had bought my white 2007 Kia Cerato when I started making money 3 years ago and by the time I got rich and moved to my new apartment, with a new car, I decided to keep the Kia in my old apartment. I didn't drive it much, but it was very reliable, and kept me grounded. As a crime writer, having a double life helped with my creativity, and I intended to keep things this way for as long as I could.


On the drive back to the house from the mall, I saw the realtor that had gotten me my apartment on the road just before my street, and he waved me down to inform me that my rent would be due next month. I smiled as I told him I would pay on the due date. It was funny how I used to struggle to come up with my rent in the past, now the same money I could spend in one day on a date. 


When I stepped back into my apartment, I dropped all the paper bags on my reading table and carefully pulled out the bottles of Guinness Stout, along with the bottle of Smirnoff Ice. I had forgotten to ask her what she would drink, but I ed her having a bottle of the Smirnoff at the party yesterday, so I bought it anyway. On my way to the kitchen with the three bottles, I thought  of my generator and whether there was still fuel in it. After shutting the refrigerator door, I ed I still had a gallon of fuel in my store. 


Back in the room, I pulled out the half a dozen packs of air fresheners I had bought at the mall and went ahead to hang them on the walls in my bathroom, kitchen, and at every corner of my room. When I was done with that, I got on the bed, and opened my laptop to continue my research on the former Ugandan president. 


I was engrossed in the videos I was watching on Youtube when my phone started to ring. It shocked me when caller ID showed it was Lillian calling. She never calls, she prefers chats, so this surprised me. I was even more shocked when I picked up and she asked if I was home, letting me know she wanted to come over. One thing about Lillian, she loves her work more than anything in the world, which was the reason she liked people coming to her instead. I always asked her to come see me, but she always said no; why today, I thought to myself.


She felt dejected when I told her I wasn't home. I could tell from her voice that she knew I was lying. When I ended the call, I looked into space for a couple of minutes lost in thought before resuming what I was doing before the call. 


I was dozing off on the bed when my phone started to ring again. This time, it was Daniella. She was at my house gate, and asked how to locate my apartment. I told her I would be out in a minute. When the line got disconnected, I got off the bed, smoothened it out, and stepped out of the apartment. On the walk to the gate, I was thinking of how the visit would turn out. Even though I had an idea of what she wanted, I still didn't know exactly how things would play out. 


 My compound had two buildings, with a total of twenty-two mini apartments in them, so there was always someone coming, or going. She was in a navy blue gown, similar to what she had worn yesterday; tight fitting, making her curves pronounced. A smile appeared on her face as she saw me stepping out of the gate and she moved closer. Her beautiful chocolate complexion was shining under the sunlight. She smelled so nice when she gave me a hug. I could see a few of my male neighbours staring at us from where they sat on the short fence of a mosque opposite our building. I was sure they would have made a move on her if I had wasted a little time coming out. 


On our walk to my apartment, she told me how her place is not really far from my place, but that she had never been in this part of town before. When we got in, I asked what she would like to drink while I pulled out my bottle of stout from the refrigerator, and she said nothing for now. 


We both were seated on the edge of the bed, talking when she said her back was hurting and asked for permission to lay down on the bed. Things were moving even faster than I had anticipated, I thought to myself. Now, we both had half our bodies lying horizontally on the bed, with our legs still on the ground. She was laying with her back on the bed, while I was propped up with my arm ing my head.

I would never consider myself a casanova, but when it is very obvious what a girl wants, I am never a slouch in such situations. I started caressing her lower arm while talking, and then I slowly worked my way up to her upper arm. She turned and faced me when my hand wandered off to her bra strap. Now we were facing each other, faces inches apart. I stopped what I was doing for a second to read her reaction, my face showing no expression. After a few seconds, I continued with my actions. A slow smile appeared on her face; and when I leaned in for a kiss, she met me halfway.

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Chapter 9 : In Lillian's Universe : Part 3 (Confusion)


Daniella and I saw each other many times after her first visit to my apartment, and it wasn't always at my place. Most times, we would hang out at bars, drink and talk about crime, and what made career criminals choose a life of crime. Hanging out with her was sort of a form of escapism for me. The fact that I didn't have to think of getting serious with her and we could talk about something we both had in common was fun. 


When Lillian got to know what was going on between Daniella and I, she said at last I had someone to help with my pent up sexual energy. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it, but with time, I noticed a sort of jealousy there. They weren't close friends, but attended the same church, and stayed a few streets away from each other. The thing with Daniella wasn't premeditated and had happened so fast that I hadn't had any time to do any research on her. But still, I didn't feel I was in the wrong, as I wasn't in a relationship with Lillian, and even though we had been lovers in the past, she was just my friend now. I thought she wouldn't have any issues with my new friendship with Daniella, but I was wrong.


On many occasions, before Daniella came into the picture, Lillian would always joke and say things like, 'you know I love you' whenever she helped me with something. I have always believed a lot of truth is shared in jest, so I would wait till we had time alone, and let her know I still had feelings for her, and that we could rekindle our love. But she would always shut down the idea, claiming she liked me as a friend, and nothing more. Considering the fact that I had dedicated most part of my adult life to achieving my goals I always thought maybe I wasn't good with reading the room, and so would try and go the physical way with her; less talk, more action. I would move close to her on the couch while at her place, touch her face seductively, and all, and she would complain and ask me to stop. 


One weekend, while spending time at Lillian's house, I got a little carried away with her resting her head on my chest, and started caressing her. She got angrier than I had expected, flared up and started saying all I wanted from her was her body, that I never liked her. Before I could respond, she said the fact that I was sleeping with Daniella and still could think of even touching her sexually was disrespectful to her. I knew what I did was wrong, so I apologised, but I knew she had been looking for an opportunity to express her displeasure about the fact I was romantically involved with a friend of hers. It seemed like Lillian didn't want anyone to have me, even though she didn’t want to date me either.


That day, I left her house on a bad note, with unresolved differences. The following day, I called her to apologise, and promised I would never ever make any sexual advances towards her ever again, and that I would respect our friendship henceforth. She was happy about this, or so I thought. 


Later that day, I decided to visit her to seal the deal. She was walking a male friend out when I got to her place, and she asked me to wait for her upstairs in her apartment. The guy was one of her ex-boyfriends that I was familiar with. I had gotten to know a lot of her exes; for some weird reasons, they always flocked around her, even after years of breakup. 


I was waiting in her kitchen, helping myself with a glass of cold water, sitting on a tall stool by her kitchen cabinet when she walked in. My eyes went straight to her chest; under the fluorescent, I could see ample amounts of her breasts bursting out of the top of the black blouse she had on. I hadn't noticed this when I saw her earlier, I thought to myself. She asked if I would like to eat spaghetti and fish as she walked over to her pot. I said yes. My laptop bag was still hanging on my shoulder, and she suggested I go and drop it in the room and wait for her. 


She lived in a three bedroom apartment, with one of the rooms subleased to a university student. The other two rooms were hers, and most times when I came around, I always stayed in her extra room. But as I stepped out of the kitchen, she said out loud that there were a lot of mosquitoes in the guest room, and suggested I go to her room instead. What's really going on, I thought to myself as I removed the bag from my shoulder on my way to the room. 


I pulled out my laptop as I walked into the room, and put my bag on the small free space I found on her makeup table. My reflection in her mirror by the table showed me the progress I had made with the fifty pushups a day routine I started two months ago; my biceps were bursting out of the ash coloured t-shirt I had on. I cracked my neck a few times, before turning around and walking over to the bed. I had spent a couple of nights at her place since we reunited, and never got intimate with her. They were nights I caught strong winds of inspiration to write, and I didn't want to go home and risk losing the flow. Those were very creative nights. But I had a strong feeling this night was going to be a different kind of night.  


After dinner in bed she asked me to get a movie ready for us to watch on my laptop, while she went to shower. I had my head buried in my laptop browsing through ed movies when I heard the ‘pop’ sound from when a light switch is pressed. The smell of perfume soap filled the air as she walked into the dark room; my laptop gave off enough illumination for me to see she was in a see-through sky blue nightgown, with nothing underneath.


She slowly got in bed with me and asked what movie we would be watching for the night. We were both lying belly down, side by side, with the laptop at the head of the bed. I gave her three movie options and she chose Marvel's "Black Widow." 


We weren't halfway through the movie when she started slowly using her foot to caress mine. Considering the conversation we had earlier in the day, I was surprised she was the one now initiating this move. I decided to feign ignorance for a few minutes, till she stopped, then I slowly shut the laptop and turned to face her. The room was totally dark now, and all I could see were her eyes. Her breathing pattern told me she was in the mood. I moved closer and started kissing her gently. She moved in even closer, and her soft breasts were now pressed up against my chest as we engaged in a session of ionate kissing. 


After a while, I gently pushed her on her back. While leaning over her, I started to get out of my t-shirt. She helped me out of it quickly, and we were back to kissing. This time, I was on top of her. When she pushed me back after a while, and was attempting to get out of her nightgown, I suddenly had a rethink. It will amaze you how fast the human brain can work in a couple of seconds. This morning, she said she didn't want anything sexual in our relationship again, but right now we were about to go all the way. I thought of all the things that would change if we went through with this, and I just said, "stop."


She froze, and stared at me confused. I slowly lay on my back and said nothing. She leaned in to ask me what was wrong, and after staying silent for a few seconds, I told her I wasn't comfortable going ahead with what we were about to do. She was dumbfounded for a few minutes, and I could tell she was pissed off. After a while, she sighed and lay on her back. 


We both stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. No words were exchanged again that night till we both fell asleep.

Girls ehn
Complicate to understand

Damn! I don’t seem to understand what girls want fr
This minute, you don’t want it; the next minute, you are chasing after that same thing you rejected🥱
God help us men ohh

You are doing excellently well OP
More unctions to function boss

Nice update

Nice update

Kayo80, hope you're doing good boss.
It's been a while.

YoungBruzzy:
Kayo80, hope you're doing good boss.
It's been a while.

I was sick, that's why my pace of posting reduced. I'm fine now, but I went somewhere to rest.

I'll be back posting next week. Thanks for checking up on me.

kayo80:


I was sick, that's why my pace of posting reduced. I'm fine now, but I went somewhere to rest.

I'll be back posting next week. Thanks for checking up on me.

Rest is much needed, sometimes

kayo80:


I was sick, that's why my pace of posting reduced. I'm fine now, but I went somewhere to rest.

I'll be back posting next week. Thanks for checking up on me.

Oh my, its good to hear that you are back on your feet now. Please take as much time as you need to recuperate fully.
We ain't going nowhere until we're done with this meal 😊

kayo80:


I was sick, that's why my pace of posting reduced. I'm fine now, but I went somewhere to rest.

I'll be back posting next week. Thanks for checking up on me.

Please take care of yourself!

kayo80:


I was sick, that's why my pace of posting reduced. I'm fine now, but I went somewhere to rest.

I'll be back posting next week. Thanks for checking up on me.

Good to hear you have recovered
, take care of yourself

Glad you're ok

Thanks guys...I appreciate the comments. I'm fine now.

I will slowly ease back into writing/posting.

Chapter 10 : In Lillian’s Universe : Part 4


The following morning, while laying in bed, talking, she found a way to weave the discussion to our relationship status; asking what we were now. I told her straight away we were friends. There was no need to sugarcoat anything. If I hadn't called yesterday, she probably would have spent the night with the guy she walked to the bus stop when I came over, and as much as I liked her, it was clear she was still very confused on what she really wanted from me. Sleeping with her last night would have made things more complicated, and I was glad we didn't go beyond second base. 


By the time I was leaving her apartment that day, I told myself never to take it that far with her again. She was okay with us being just friends, till Daniella got in the picture. It was clear to me she only wanted to claim me because someone else wanted me. At this point, I wished I had never come back into her life. Before, I wasn't ready to date her, which caused us to disconnect for three years. I came back wanting to date her, but she was now too complicated for me. I wanted to slowly walk away, but it was so hard; my life had been deeply interwoven into hers. I had gotten so used to doing my writing at her place, and also we now attended the same church. 


I was able to reduce my visits to her place as time went on, and managed to never be in a room with her alone. I had paid her a visit one day, and while walking me to the bus stop, we ed by Daniella’s house, and got talking about her. She discovered Daniella hadn't been in my life for weeks now, and when I said there was no girl in my life currently, she smiled. At the bus stop, just before I got into the cab, she hugged me tightly, and told me she would come see me the following day. At this point, I had to tell myself the truth that she was not the only one that was confused. I was also complicating the whole thing. I should have never made her feel I was available again. 


The next day, around the time she was to come, I sat in bed, battling with the idea of calling her to cancel. But I felt that would be worse than if she came and I didn't make a move on her. When she finally arrived, I was genuinely happy to see her. She was really a great girl, with a warm personality. But it was her indecision, and the fact that she had multiple secret lovers that made me no longer want to get serious with her. 


We were both sitting on my bed talking when she got up to take off the white blouse she had on, saying she didn't want it to get rumpled. I had made up my mind that nothing was going to happen, so when I saw the cleavage, I looked away, and slowly moved a few inches away from her on the bed. She was laughing at something she had read on her phone, and asked me to move closer to see it. I did. Now I was sitting next to her in shorts and a singlet, our bare arms rubbing against each other, and her chest shaking every time she laughed at something; this was slowly turning me on. I hadn't seen Daniella in weeks, and my libido ws through the roof. I couldn't help myself any longer, and I made a move.


I was shocked when she turned to me with an angry face, asking what was wrong with me in a disdainful manner. The look on her face was that of disappointment and irritation. At this point, I was angry, wondering what exactly she wanted. I became cold afterwards.


While chatting after she had left, I told her I didn't like how she raised her voice at me when I had made a move on her earlier on. She hit me back with a torrential onslaught of abuses. I had never seen her that angry before. She kept hammering on the fact that all I was after was her body. She was really done with me this time, I guessed, because she hit me with a lot of degrading abuses, using what I had told her in secret against me. I was shocked, but didn't hit back. After I responded with, "no matter how much you abuse me, it wouldn’t get to me" she blocked me. At that point, I knew that was the end. She had poured out her heart, saying all the negative things about me she had kept to herself all this while, and now she really didn't want to have anything to do with me again. And I also felt, even though I liked her as a friend, it was best I just let her be.

Complicated beings