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A Certain Kind Of Love- Short Story.

Vicki winced as the sunlight hit her eyes, it took her a few seconds to remember where she was and how she got there. She buried her head in her pillow, cursing the terrible hangover that was assaulting her. But then memories of last night flooded her mind and she giggled out loud.
      Deolu had been usually "hungry" last night. To the best of her knowledge she hadn't had so much to drink but by the time they left the party she knew she was very drunk. Yet she felt safe and carefree because Deolu was with her. Vague memories of him carrying her up her stairs ran through her mind , but there was nothing vague about the love making that followed. Deolu feasted ferociously on the passion between her thighs and just when she thought she would lose both her voice and her senses from sheer pleasure, he entered her and it was then she knew a whole new level of ecstasy. She had always enjoyed making love with Dee but there was a passion in him last night that she hadn't felt before. She turned towards to him and began to massage his back, trying to arouse him from sleep, eager for another session of lovemaking. 
      Slowly Deolu began to stir and Victoria grinned widely, it was going to be a very beautiful morning. He turned to her and Victoria choked back a scream. Her eyes bulged in panic, fear and confusion. Why was she in bed with Frederick?

Victoria jumped from the bed and tried to look for a piece of clothing to hide her nakedness. Frederick laid on the bed with a lecherous smile, feasting his eyes on her full breasts. She struggled to put her bra on, but right on cue the door flew open and Deolu walked in. Victoria immediately crumpled to the floor and began to weep. 

..........

"Adeolu Oluwole-Peters you will listen when I speak to you. What manner of insolence is this?" Mrs Oluwole-Peters asked. 

"I'm sorry mother, it's just... I'm just, I'm trying to explain to you, I love her"

"Love?" Mrs Oluwole-Peters scoffed and then laughed derisively. "Love you say? What has love got to do with anything? What business has light with darkness? What business have you with that, that... Oh Lord, I hardly know what to call her"

"Mother, please understand. Victoria is an amazing woman, she's brilliant, hardworking, she's beautiful, she has a good heart, she's driven, she's ..."

"Poor" his mother cut in shortly. "Dirt poor. Oh don't give me that look. I did my research and dear Lord Deolu, sometimes I wonder if you actually came from this womb." She said, clutching her belly

"What do you mean?" 

"Its baffling to think that my own son would act this way. Where did you find her? She's the lowest of the lows, extreme bottom rung of the ladder, with a miserable degree from a polytechnic in the gutters. Oh dear!" Mrs Oluwole-Peters fanned herself in a dramatic manner as though she was about to faint. 

Adeolu watched his mother, petite and extremely beautiful. Her parents were old money, the upper class of Lagos. They married her to the child of a friend of the family, a family of even greater wealth. She had lived all her life in wealth and luxury, had married off his two sisters to families just like theirs. She made it her life's purpose to ensure that her children and future generation remained in that wealth and luxury, forever members of the upper class. 

"You must end it son. And by God, you will"

"And if I don't?"

Mrs Oluwole-Peters laughed. It was a dry, ominous laugh.

"My darling boy, you will. You see your father, by who's deathbed you swore to carry out his dying wishes, promised you to Nuella Ahmed-Sanki. And just think, imagine an Oluwole-Peters/Ahmed-Sanki dynasty? My son, you can create greatness. Either that or you lose it all". Mrs Oluwole-Peters said with finality and was gone, just like smoke. Wafts of her perfume was the only reminder that she had been there. 

............

"My brother, easy with the alcohol" Frederick said. 

"You don't understand. What am I to do? I love that girl, she's my life....my wife. I want to marry her  Fred". Deolu said taking a large gulp of Jack Daniels. 

"No bro. That's not going to happen. For the hundredth time, forget about her. I get it, she's pretty, she's got a great ass, she's a tigress in bed. Damn! I get it, even more than you know. Most of our women act like sex is a house chore that's beneath them and then lie there like corpses. I should know, I married one. But they are our women. We marry them for several reasons, one of which is posterity. Just like your mother said, think about the power and influence that would come with a name like Oluwole Peters-Ahmed Sanki. Think bro. That's fucking history!". 

       Deolu looked at his cousin and best friend, Frederick. They had grown up together, lived in the same neighbourhood, vacationed together, flown in each other's fathers private jets, attended Eton and college at Oxford, and then Harvard Business school. They had been thick as thieves through all of it. If there was one person in the world he listened to it was Frederick. Frederick was also his mother's favourite nephew. 

"Doesn't it mean anything that I love this girl, and that I want to marry her? I promised her that I would stand by her side through the inevitable drama my family would bring. I promised."

"Deolu, girls like Vicki are our mistresses, never our wives. Never. Are you willing to give up your seat as the Chairman on the Board of one of Nigeria's greatest conglomerates because of a girl you picked up from God knows where?"

"I won't even know how to end things with her. Call me a coward but I just can't..... How would I do it Frederick, what will I say" Deolu asked, shamefaced and defeated. It was a tough decision but he could not afford to give up all that was rightfully his because of Victoria.  

"Don't worry about that my man. I have an idea" Frederick smiled confidently and sipped from his glass.  

.........

Victoria sat there on the floor and buried her head in her hands. Her slender body continued to shake violently as she cried. How did she end up in bed with Frederick, Deolu's cousin? Frederick had always disliked her and he never hid his disapproval. He acted like they were not meant to breathe in the same air and always made himself scarce whenever she was around. And his dislike was mutual. So how did she end up in bed with him?

Frederick got off the bed and put his clothes on, when he was done he nudged a distraught looking Deolu and they both left the room. Deolu stopped at the door, turned back and gave her one last look , a look filled with hate, disappointment, hurt, pain and disbelief. Vicky knew without a doubt that the love, friendship and passion they shared had died a sudden death. 


............
The next day.....

"Adeolu, what the fuck man? What was that about?" Frederick screamed into the phone

"Oh, you must be referring to the video of you, Frederick Osomo, son-in-law of the governor of Lagos state, General Manager of Grays Bank, father of three, son of a Knight, making wild passionate love to a strange girl, in a very dingy room?" Deolu said calmly. He could feel Fred's fury though phone. Nevertheless he went on.

"Brother, this video never need see the light of day, but first you must talk to my mother, convince her, persuade her, hell, brainwash her even! Do whatever you have to. But when you're done she must be ready to accept Vicky as her my wife. Let me know when you've done this" Deolu said and hung up the phone. 

Frederick sat at the other end of the phone. His eyes wide open in shock and disbelief. Deolu who he had tried to help had set him up and was now blackmailing him. Once again he looked at his Ipad. The image of his mouth, open, making strange-sounding grunts, and his face distorted in pleasure as he was about to come filled him with fear. He immediately grabbed his car keys. He had to have a long talk with his father's sister. 

..........

A few days later...
Victoria turned away from him. Her back was straight and proud, Deolu smiled to himself. Oh, how he loved this woman. He went to her and went on his knees. 

"Victoria Ajayi, I did what I had to do. And I'm sorry, by God I'm sorry. But... I just cannot live without you. I need you Victoria. You give meaning to my existence. And that's why I'm doing this..."  

Victoria turned back to see him on his knees and was nearly blinded by the huge beautifully cut diamond ring Deolu held out to him. She had never seen anything shine so bright, yet it was not as bright as the light in Deolu's eyes at the moment. Victoria's heart beat very fast. She was still furious about sleeping with Frederick, yet, this man kneeling before her loved her more than anyone ever had and had done more than everyone in her life ever did. And she loved him so much she couldn't imagine life without him, he was the very air she breathe, her life. 

"Yes. Yes I would marry you my love" Victoria cried out, her eyes filled with tears. 

Deolu laughed and cried as he carried his woman in his arms and kissed her gently on her soft warm lips. 

"I love you so much Mrs Victoria Oluwole-Peters." Deolu said. 


                                                        THE END. 

Comments

  1. Hmmm. Smart move by Deolu even though I'm not sure how I would feel if I'm Vicky. Yet, he did what they did for their love so....

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  2. If this isn't love,then tell me what it is...*inJenniferHudson'sVoice*

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  3. Thelma I like that your stories are never predictable. I never imagined he would set his best friend up. HML to Deolu and Viki. Lol

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  4. Hmmm.......cupid should strike me but not in this manner though

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  5. O Lord may this kind of love locate me oooooo. In Jesus name.

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  6. Lol. You guys are praying for love location. Ok me too. Hehe.

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  7. Ur stories always have lovely endings. Nice one Tee.

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  8. an interesting read. Deolu is a real man.

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  9. thelma I guess this is a break out from that rich marry poor topic. quick question. is this how you wish your own story had ended?

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  10. "She was still furious about
    sleeping with Frederick,...." Am I the only one seeing this line? What kind of love makes a man set up his girlfriend to sleep with his cousin? Abeg T, throw more light. For me, this is not acceptable. No man likes to share his woman.

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    1. I'm actually surprised you're the first person to point that out. @ no man likes a man to sleep with his woman, quite true, yet we know of situations where a man has had to allow another sleep with his woman just to get her pregnant (before IVF etc). Not something they were happy to do but something they felt had to be done. And of course no woman would be happy with that either. By the way I wasn't trying to tell a perfect love story, thus a "certain" kind of love.

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    2. Hmmmm. Some serious "certain" kind of story. Explanation acceptable. That was me - Anon 6:23 #Enjay#

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  11. This is not good. It seems she enjoyed Fred's sex better. Deolu took a big risk.

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