In love with the housegirl - S01 E11

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In love with the housegirl - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

“Stop…just stop” I said as I pushed myself off Shola.

“You have no idea what you’ve done. And the next time you try something like that, I will do something bad to you” I added, disappointed in myself for letting that happen.

“I will give you time to think about it” Shola said, putting her hands on my shoulder as she was about taking her leave, which I didn’t hesitate to push it away as if it were a piece of trash.

I saw the look in Anne’s eyes. She was hurt indeed. But I told her I love her but she didn’t respond. She just…left. so how could she be hurt? I needed to apologise to her and explain what really happened. I didn’t kiss Shola. She kissed me first. I had no idea where to start from.

I swept the compound clean, parked the grass and hipped it into the trash can before going to the back of the house to find Anne. She was trying to fix the iron gas bottle which seemed to have been disconnected from the white gas pipe linking it to the kitchen

“Hey, Anne. It’s not what you think. Shola kissed me first, not even giving me space” I said.

“Really, so you kissed back didn’t you? I saw everything, J-boy” she said, concentrating on what she was doing.

“Yes, but she is Madame’s sister. I couldn’t just push her off of me. She as well has the power to sack me from here. Look, am sorry!” I said, drawing closer to her.

She abandoned the bottle and walked up to me….

“Hmm, you just might be right. Ok, I forgive you.” She said, as she touched my chin with her finger.

“Yesssss, thank you thank you! You know you are my only shield in this house. If you leave this compound I will die oh” I said, boiling with excitement.

“Cut it, silly, and I think I love you too” she said, punching me lightly on my arm. I was the happiest man on earth, hearing Anne say that. It was unbelievable.

“Really”? I asked with a smile on my face.

“Yes, for real. You are still my J-boy nah” she said, holding the front of her cooks wear

“Please, I don’t want to lose my job here, but I will try as much as possible to dance to their tune…whatever you see me doing, just know am playing along. My heart belongs to you” I said to her

“One more thing, my dad passed yesterday”. I added

“OMG! Am so sorry. Take heart, okay? Am here for you. Please, be strong, at least, for me” she said with compassion. Her words warmed my heart.

“Thanks, I better get going. I will see you later, I said as I turned to take my leave.

“I will see if I can sneak in some snacks for you” she said and returned to what she was doing while I retired to my room. Few minutes later while I was about to take a short nap, I heard a knock on my door. I opened and there was Shola…

“We are about to have lunch. Am not asking you, I want you to join us, like right now” she said with so much authority, and was not prepared to have a no for an answer. “Okay then” I said, closing my door.

She wore a tight black gown which held her body tight and printed out her figure 8 shape perfectly…but that didn’t really had an impact on me(though it did, b little. Am a man, with feelings so don’t judge me). Whileswing her, it occurred to me that since she was into me, I could as well use her for my revenge against mrs. Ola. She was ready to dance to my tune, so she was just the perfect tool for revenge. Realising that, I smiled an evil smile like a witch at midnight…