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Emotionally falling

For six years, gorgeous Ama Temil has been in love with him who won't pay her any attention, the billionaire doctor, Pierre Fitzgerald. Finally, she makes up her mind, seeing as he still ignores her. However, when she leaves, the doctor realizes just how vital the Nigerian beauty was to him and seeks her out. Two hearts; one tired for the wait, while the other, hit by reality. A man who finally opens his eyes because of their age gaps. A woman who has had enough hope, knowing age is just a number. In the sea of emotions, who will give in first? ----------------- [EXCERPT] ‘ Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!’ The hoe in me spoke up to kiss him. This made my chocolate nose twitch. I slowly got up to reach him, but my knees were already numb that it caused me to crash on his thigh, covered up with his white robe. Damnation! I'm so doomed. I raised my head to see those sharp-looking eyes staring at me in confusion. I felt something touching my cheeks. I think my cheeks are not on his thigh but his... Oh my goodness. I screamed inside of my head. I tug myself up in recoil. "I'm so sorry!" I'm so dead! My legs are still numb. I was about to stumble because of my numb knees but anxiously grabbed on his robe for support. He held me up. He was looking perplexed. "Ama, " his voice, hoarse, making it sound sexy. "You're still up?"

Yourpsychodreams · Urban
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"Are you going to let me in or not?" Pierre frowns, looking a bit stiff with his eyes away from the fact of the embarrassed Ama.

"Erhm...Pierre, why...Why are you here?" She asked, resisting letting him in.

"Uhm...Uhm...I came to Dijon for a business meeting concerning a patient actually" He looks embarrassed as ever.

' His eyes twitched. This means he's lying.' Ama thought but avoided it.

"Oh, I see!" Ama looks down at her feet shyly.

"How are you feeling?" He added.

"Eh?" Ama looks up at his face for him asking such questions, but immediately, she looks away shyly.

It has been a long time since I set my eyes on Pierre; seeing him right here, in front of me, gives me the dying eccentric feelings. He looks more handsome than ever. I wonder how that sly cat woman feels after batching me through the damn phone. Oh wait, or is it because I'm black? An African? Or because I'm from Nigeria to be forward?