Chapter 1
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Chris would always wake up every morning by 7am and stroll out of his gate just to admire passersby, children going to school, hustling young people and office workers.
It was a bright Saturday morning and, as usual, Chris went out of his house, "Damnnn!" Chris exclaimed. I can swear I've never seen such a beauty before turning properly in their direction. Across the road was Anabella and her close friend Joyce, walking quietly and chatting calmly.
Waving his hand, Chris went over to meet these ladies. "Hi angels", I will blame myself if I allow angels like you to pass without getting to know you, ...
Adjusting a little bit closer towards Anabella. I love your height and body shape, it's giving a ten minus nothing, I'm Chris, he continued. And I live just a stone's throw away. "Can I know you better, my dear?"
Anabella, a tall and elegant lady, tried so hard not to smile at Chris' words, but just in a few seconds. Anabella gave a charming smile; Hi Chris, I'm Anabella, a student of Enugu State University. I came home from my internship. I was just taking a stroll down the road with my friend Joyce.
I will be a gentleman not to keep you ladies waiting. Can I get your number, beautiful, I'll sure give a call alright.
Anabella replied with a smile… Giving out her contact, she walked away as fast as she could, beaming with a smile.
Hey Annie, her friend called. It seems you like the guy already, you're literally beaming with smiles. Anabella, trying to keep a serious face, replied, What if I don't like him? You can't be too sure, you know…
Joyce looked at her and laughed. Seriously, Annie, you are not falling, yet you gave out your number, and you were blushing all through the conversation. You know you can't put up with pretense with me.
Fine, it's okay Joyce, don't choke me with words, I think I like him already, Anabella continued. He is tall, cute, muscular. He has a sweet and romantic voice and gestures, …
Joyce looked at her friend keenly, let's turn back home, before you blush your way to the main road, they laughed and headed home.
Chris got home but lost concentration, his thoughts clouded on Anabella, and he lusted deep down for her. How beautiful it would be having a beautiful lady like Anabella be round my arms and in my arms I would have damn! I like this girl.
Chris stood up from the sofa and went to have his bath and freshen up. It's Saturday, so no activity or busy schedule… wow wow wow, he said aloud, let the moment begin.
Two hours later, Chris called Anabella. “Hi beautiful, it's Chris, your prince charming, how are you?”
Hi! Anabella responded calmly and slowly," I'm doing well and you?
“Oh yeah I'm good” he responded." Can I know this angel more, he asked?” Anabella chuffed, you are superb with sweet words, you aren't getting me so fast, try harder, they both laughed.
They spoke for length and, with this connection, they got familiar with each other. Okay, take care Annie baby, Chris said. You too, Anabella responded, and the call was dropped.
There was progress, Chris thought to himself, while staring at the mirror and then outside the window. Anabella, on her own, was tossing on her bed, beaming with smiles all over.
Chris! Chris! Chris! She said to herself, thank God I came back for this IT, I wouldn't have met a cute guy like Chris today, still smiling ... ooh God! What's wrong with me? Tapping her cheeks with both hands, Annie called herself back to work and got busy…, dashing out of her room to attend to house chores.
It's been one month, you know this guy, Joyce said to Anabella as Anabella paid a visit, and you want to sleep over at his place on an invitation. Do you think it's the right thing to do, my dear?
. Common. As Joyce Anabella looked at her friend, I love this guy already, and I'm so keeping him. As a fact, I'm sleeping over tonight, so I'll be leaving you soon. I already told my mum I'd be sleeping over at your place, and obviously she gave her consent, so did what was required, giving her a little push by the side. I'll get going now. I'll gist you alot when I return alright.
… dashing off through the door, Stay safe Annie, Joyce called shortly behind her…
Chris, in his apartment, was ready to welcome Anabella, and upon her arrival, he felt fulfilled, and went down to receive her.
“Hi beautiful”, you look astonishing and, I must confess, giving her a tight hug.
“Hi Chris”, Anabella responded softly, you look good too.
Chris walked Anabella into the apartment, admiring her from behind. What can I offer you, my gorgeous lady," Chris said with a smile," I have a long night to stay with you. Don't flatter me now.
They laughed and watched movies, ate and drank. Anabella could not express how happy she was, she was already falling in love with Chris, and in Chris' mind, as much as he was attracted to Anabella, his motive at the moment was to have her in his arms.
It was past 10pm, Chris told Anabella," Come let me take my beautiful lady to bed. Anabella looked at him with her beaming smile and stood up sluggishly from the sofa and they both headed to the bedroom.
A soft musical background with colorful light filled the arena and Chris took hold of the moment and prayed Anabella understood. Shortly after, Chris laid Anabella by his side, holding her hands and whispering sweet words to her. Anabella kept smiling.
You talk so sweet Chris, Anabella said, breaking the silence; you are a queen, and you deserve every compliment. Chris went further to caress her gently and sweetly and in a moment, he had his way with Anabella.
Chris for a moment gazed at Anabella, who sat on the spot on the bed. Annie he called," You are a virgin? How? Anabella nodded in the affirmative.
Wow, I'm sorry my love, you should have opened up to me. Why did you keep mute? I can't tell you because either way. I still would have allowed you to have your way with me, because I've got feelings for you… she said with a smile, while standing up to freshen up.
Chris sat in amazement and confusion. The main idea was a night stand. Why is this playing this way… giving a deep breath, he went to freshen up as well.
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