I am Ola. But my friends call me “striker” or “Lion King” but I swear I am not the devil!
I moved in from Canada four years ago, and barely 3 months later, I met Lara at a club.
Lara was everything I needed at that moment from a woman. – She was neat, such a good cook, and damn freaky under the sheets! I felt lucky… not until she showed me her true intentions.
On a Monday morning, Lara called me saying she was pregnant. “Pregnant keh!” – I exclaimed.
“my pull out game has never failed me in my 20 years sexperience” – I suspected something wasn’t matching up, but then, there was no time to do proper calculations.
Before I could respond to any other thing, she followed her statement with “send me 1 million to take care of it”. I was shocked! “Why should that be so expensive?… Why didn’t you get Postpill? it is affordable…
“Don’t get me angry, just send the money and stop wasting time”. – She yelled.
I loved Lara and would have done anything to keep her happy. – I saw no need for her to play me, as I had no intention to play her.
I froze when I saw her pictures on Instagram barely a week after I sent her the money; she was chilling at a beach in Zanzibar with the caption “Smart work pays the bills”.
Smart work??? Did she play smart on me?
Yes, she did. And I swore never to get involved with any lady again, at least for a long time.
It’s been 3 years now
But love crips in like a thief in the night, which brings me to the story of Vivian whom I met at a vigil in my church.
“Angels now visit us on earth?” This was what crossed my mind the moment I first met Vivian. How can a lady born of a woman be this gorgeous! – she is a tall, brown skin, big fluffy ass, and some pair of confident boobs. –
It’s been 4 weeks with Vivian, but we are yet to have sex, all I think about is the possibility of her playing me like Lara did. Like they say, once bitten, twice shy.
To be continued… If you missed part 1, you can read it here
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