Just A Touch - S01 E12

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Just A Touch - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

?Dammy writes?

(Note: Since the beginning of this story, we’ve had just one POV, that is, the main character’s POV but in this chapter, we’ll have another POV. Enjoy.)

Ademola’s POV

I’ve been working with Miss Coker for 2 weeks now and it’s been great. She’s really intelligent and beautiful. I can’t help but notice some certain things about her. She seems familiar. Whenever she’s with me, I feel an aura like that of the person close to my heart. I also noticed some glint of sadness these few weeks. The day she kissed me, I knew something wasn’t right cos no woman in hr right senses will seduce a man on their first meeting and she was crying that day which means my instincts are right.

Well, she’s in my office and we are working on another project. We’ve completed the first one and it has been sent to my father for proper verification.

“Sir, I was thinking of a possible solution. What if we extend the road and move the building back so there will b more space for what we wanna do.”

“Well, if it is good, then its fine by me too.”

Excuse me sir, I’ll like to visit the restroom.” She said and left

‘Always visiting the restroom.” I thought

Few minutes later

“Come in.” I said.

“Sir, I want to drop these files from the Urban Planning Department. They are done with the project assigned to them.” My secretary said.

“Wait…. Isn’t that Miss Coker’s Department ?”

“Yes sir.”

“Wow….. She’s really good I mean she’s working with me and is still able to complete her Department’s work before the due time.” I complimented

“That’s Miss Coker for you, sir. She’s really diligent in her work and highly intelligent.” She said but I noticed she’d thus ‘faraway look’

“Where’s she now.” She asked

“She left for the restroom.” I replied

“Again.” She mouthed.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously

“Nothing sir. “ she replied with a fake smile

“Do you know why she’s always visiting the restroom cos I’ve been meaning to ask you.” I inquired

“Well, it’s not in my place to tell.” She said

“Talk to me. I’m curious.”

“Well sir, she’s a a se.., she’s a sex addict. She can control herself. She doesn’t go a day without having sex and she has slept silty all the male staff. I really like her but that attitude of hers is embarrassing. I pray for her everyday because she’s a kind lady. She has helped me in so many ways…. she was there when I was sick at the point of death. She’s been trying to put an end to it herself but she can’t . I don’t know how she became this way but I know she’s ashamed of herself. Please sir, don’t take advantage of her like the others. I will take my leave .” She said and left

What a sad story! What could be the problem?’ I thought but no answer came my way.

THE NEXT DAY

She came and took permission to go to the restroom. I told her to use my private restroom. She hesitated at first but I told her it’s either she uses it or she’s going nowhere.

She has been in the restroom for over 3 mins now and I want to go check on her. I slightly opened the door and I saw her inserting her fingers into her v----a. I was shocked. So this is what she does. She later stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror and started crying.

“God when ? When will you save me from this shameful act? I’ve prayed and I’m tired of praying. I can’t continue like this.” She kept lamenting.

She washed her face and decided to leave. She looked at the door and was shocked to see me standing. She started crying again. I went closer to her and told her not to cry again. I helped her to the office and sat her down. I took her hands and told her to calm down but she kept crying. She later stopped and I looked at my hands locked together with hers. My eyes caught the sight of something. A mark! The same mark my woman has. On No! Is this her ? She has really changed even her looks.

“Iyanu.” I called

“Yes”

Oh my God….. She answered me

“How did you get this mark?” I asked her

“A bottle when I was in boarding school. I was….”

“Oh my God….. Iyanuoluwa.” I cut in

“Why calling my name?” She asked

“You attended Aim High Schools” I said

“Yes…. I did.” She answered

“It’s me Ademola, Demola, your boyfriend.”

She looked at me like she saw a ghost

“You… You’re….. You’re Demola.” She asked pointing at me

” Yes. I am.”

“Oh Noooo.” She said

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