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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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26 Chs

The fancy pancy

"What should I do to Pierre? I've always dressed foolishly like a nerd all my life. This is my apartment, and I've to dress wonderfully accessible; I need fresh air." Ama frowns at herself.

She immediately walks to her closet, picking out some lace, randomly transparent nightmares but realizes that she doesn't have any sexy panties to wear underneath them. 

"Oh my God, what should I do now?" She asked herself in frustration, slapping her face in a sad mode.  "I can't wear this dress like this without good panties because all my panties are cotton kind and different shades of the avenger's drawings are on them," 

She paces to and fro in her room, then suddenly, she slams her palms together in the thought of getting an idea. "I should ask Lou for help on this," She whispers.

Ama immediately picks up her phone, dialing Lou's number. It starts ringing as he picks on the second ring.