shadow of love episode 67

Greg: I bet you've already figured out why I'm choosing you over Yvonne

Me: No matter what Greg, she's the mother of your child.

Greg: I know Pamela but what kind of wife does what she do?

Me: Wait. You two are married?

Greg: We were. Till she started having an affair with Kosi.

Me: What?

He sat down on the bed and carried his head in his palms, like they were suddenly heavy for him.
I pulled out the chair beside the dressing table and sat down in expectation.

Greg: I married her when Gabriella was two. She didn't want the marriage, that's why we couldn't tie the knot before Gabriella was born. But I wanted my family to be with me, I wanted to give my daughter a good life. Yvonne accepted my proposal and we got married. It was the best day of my life because I was madly in love with her and my child.

He stood up and came to the table, looked at me and poured himself a drink before going back to his former position.

Greg: Two months into the marriage, I noticed my wife is a chain smoker. I felt devastated that she could hide such information from me and when I confronted her, she spoke in a way and manner I never expected. That was when our marriage started falling apart. She goes out and doesn't come back for days and she wouldn't care about me or Gabriella. I decided we were going to move to this place so my mum would help bring her to order but I was so wrong. We left Lagos and relocated to this place and Yvonne ended up screwing my brother right under my nose, not once, not twice and .......

Me: Do you have issues with ...... Uhm ..... I know its none of my business but do you have health issues?

He gulped down his drink and stared at me with questioning eyes.

Greg: Is that what she told you? That I can't function as a man? Who in his right senses will make love to his wife knowing that she's a cheat? I tried my very best to make her comfortable, I gave her every satisfaction she needed but .......

He stood up and made for the door. I stood up too, not knowing why I was standing.

Greg; I'm sorry I couldn't make you enjoy your short time here, but if it were in my power, things wouldn't have turned out this way. I'm sorry.

He held the door handle and smiled at me, that kind of smile you give to someone just for them to stop bugging you.

Me: Greg

Greg: Don't worry Pamela, what will be will be no matter what. If it's destined that Yvonne will never leave my life, who am I to change that?

Me: Are you both divorced now?

Greg: We divorced two years ago but we have joint custody of Gabriella.

Me: Uhm...... do you still love her?

Greg: There's only one woman that I have love for right now. She's standing here with me but sadly, we can't do anything about the love we both share. She's afraid I'm going to hurt her, she's afraid of committing herself to me. All I want to do is love her and create my future with her, to spend my eternity by her side but she's afraid. And I've got to respect her decision.

We both stood there, staring at each other. His hand left the door handle and he began to walk towards me, our eyes locked together. He was in front of me the next second and I couldn't help but breathe in his masculinity.

Greg: Let me love you dear, I promise, not to hurt you or play with your emotions anymore.

Me: Greg

Our lips bonded, crashing together with each of us struggling to get the greater taste of the other. As if he noticed my legs were beginning to fail me, he carried me to the bed and placed me gently on it, then delivered light kisses from my toe to every part of my body. I moaned out in ecstasy, not wanting the moment to come to an end.
He helped me out of my nightie and stared at my pointed ni'pples with lustful eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to remember the last time I felt pleasure between my legs.
It's been such a long time, with Williams.
The feeling of his tongue on my tips brought me back to the moment. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me, at same time, sucking on my tips like a baby.

I moaned, current flowing through my veins and hitting all parts of me. I closed my eyes again and felt his hands trail an imaginary line from my stomach down to my organ, he played with the little hair there before sliding a finger into my pu'ssy.

"ah" I moaned as he tried to put in a second finger.
He withdrew and came up to give me a kiss which I returned willingly.

Greg: Baby

I opened my eyes and looked at him, loving the man I was seeing before me.

Greg: I .....

I hushed him with a kiss, trying my best not to give away my fears. i knew it would hurt but I had to do it, to have this memory with me forever.
I tugged at his shirt and the buttons flew to different directions, exposing his hairy chest and hard darkened ni'pples. I took one into my mouth and he grunted, holding the back of my head softly.
I trailed my finger to his belt, unhooked it and found my way into his boxer, freeing the monster that was being suppressed by his jean.
He left my head and fell to the bed while I took my time to undress him, admiring his elegant body while I did so.
It was obvious he took time to work out on himself, he had a beautiful body which turned me on the more.
I lowered my head to his di¢k, taking his full length into my mouth. He murmured the name of the Lord and I began to suck him in, licking the head which was leaking with precum and taking him by his full length again, his veins, growing thicker by each second.
Like a flash, he turned me over and started a slow journey from my neck to my stomach, drawing circles and straight lines in most sensitive parts.
He pushed my legs open and I shuddered, praying that he doesn't waste extra time.
He brought his head down and his beards brushed my cl!t. I moaned, holding his head and urging him to do more. He teased my cl!t with his tongue at the same time, sliding a finger into my hole.

He stopped and looked at me, holding his di¢k and stroking it with his left hand

Greg: It's going to hurt dear

What do I care? I was sure he was going to disappear before morning and I won't be able to see him before we leave so why should he care?

Greg: Baby

Me: Take me Greg


I felt someone cuddle me and I opened my eyes slowly, the morning sun stealing into the room through the raised blinds.

Greg: Morning honey.

He was still here? He didn't leave?
I turned and I was facing him. He had a warm smile and his hair looked rough, after effects of last night I guess.

Greg: You mind breakfast in bed?

I couldn't figure out the right words to say. I just moped, confused and surprised at same time.

Greg: Baby?

Me: Greg, I think you should leave now.

Greg: Why?

He sat up and the bedspread fell off, exposing his morning wood.
I raised the bedspread, covering my half exposed bosoms.

Greg: Don't tell me you still have doubts after what we shared last night

Me: Not everyone who has sex goes into a relationship afterwards. Whatever we had was just for the moment.

Greg: What?

He stood up, not minding his nak€dness.

Greg: Pamela did you just say that? Don't give me the impression that you can go to bed with .....

Me: Save yourself the stress Greg. I was just trying to make a point.

He breathed out and picked his boxer, putting them on and maintaining eye contact with me.

Greg: What are you made of? Free yourself from whatever insecurity you're having. Don't ruin your life because of your stubbornness.

Me: I'm not stubborn or insecure.

Greg: You are. Maybe later you'll still tell me it's experience that made you who you are. Who doesn't have a story? At a point, we've all experienced something harsh so stop trying to make yourself the only victim of love gone bad.

His words pricked me hard and the tears started forming behind my ears. TRUTH! How hard and how much it hurts.

Greg: You keep blocking every good deed I've tried to come up with, you keep thinking I'm not good enough for you, you keep thinking I'll do the same thing they did to you. Pamela if you remain insecure, when will you meet the so called right man for you? You know what? I'm done here, suit ......

I broke down, stopping him midway. He allowed me to cry, using that time to dress up and raise the rest of the blinds.

Greg: Put something on let's go downstairs for breakfast. I believe everyone is waiting for us.

Me: I'm ...... I'm not hungry.

Greg: Really? It's okay if you're not. For me, I'm starving.

He left the room without throwing me another glance. I wiped my tear, wondering how stupid I had become. I got down and put on my nightie from the night before and walked to the window. It was a good sight cause it had a beautiful scenery.
I stood there for a while and decided to hit the shower, I didn't want to keep Amber and Harry waiting, just like I did the day we left for this place.
Just as I left the window, a knock came and the door swung open. Greg walked in, followed by a house help. She was carrying a tray which she dropped on the bedside stool and left, closing the door behind her.
I looked at Greg who was looking at me in return and I was tempted to laugh.

Greg: You should eat something okay? What am I saying? We're eating together.

Me: Can we at least, talk before eating?

Greg: If you say so my lady.

He sat down and I followed, sitting beside him on the bed which we had left unmade.

Me: Greg.…..

Greg; Before you start, let me apologise for what I said some minutes back. I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you cry or ....

Me: No Greg. You said the right thing, it was the truth and somehow, I was meant to hear them. I'm also tired of myself. I failed myself, I failed my friends and they failed me in return. I just wish I can turn the hands of time and start afresh. Sometimes, when I look back at the beautiful life I had years ago in school, I ask God to rewind the earth so I can make the right choices. Greg, I'm tired.

Greg: Exactly what I'm saying. We all have our stories. A lot of people create a beautiful life out of whatever ruins their story made of them but some foolish ones let their stories break them. Look at you, praying to have the ability to turn back the hands of time when you're still young. If you clock fifty, what will you now pray for?

He turned properly and made me face him, then he held my hands.

Greg: You're a beautiful woman, you've got everything life has to offer in its goodness. Why the hell do you need a turn back? I always pray that I'll be able to grow old because its a blessing. Why pause nature? Baby, you need to break free, comr out of that web and embrace life. You're a light drinker, you don't smoke, you don't have a tattoo so why pray to rewind? I don't intend to talk much but then, I want you to be better than this woman that spoke nonsense to me first thing this morning.