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shadow of love episode 66

Created by Valentine Valentine in shadow of love 7 Dec 2019




I ran all the way up to my room and locked the door, then I began to bring out my stuffs from the walk in closet and folding them into my box. Jesus help me because I'm so leaving this house first thing tomorrow. To think Greg is married and even has a child, yet he's been playing with my emotions while I got attracted to him the more.
What kind of curse did any sorcerer place on me? Tears ran down my eyes and dropped on my clothes but it didn't stop me from what I was doing.
I heard the door open and I cursed under my breadth, realisation dawning on me that I had left the door open. I looked up and it was Amber. She looked at me with eyes filled with emotions and I just had to let it loose.

Amber: What are you doing to yourself?

She was beside me immediately, holding me like I was going to topple over.

Amber: Hey hey. Get a hold on it, easy babe.

She helped me sit and I buried my head in her laps, letting all the pent up emotions run out. She kept stroking my hair, not saying a word.
When I was able to bring myself together, I raised my head to look at her.

Amber: Damn babe, you're an eyesore.

I smiled a little and shifted comfortably.

Me: We're leaving tomorrow huh?

Amber: Yes, can see you're ready.

Me; hmmm. What time exactly?

Amber: I'll try to make it as early as possible. I have missed the estate too.

Me: I won't be going to the estate. I'll be going to my parents. I've missed them and I want to share my recent experience with dad. He'll have one or two things to tell me.

Amber: That'll be nice dear. How long are you staying?

Me: Are you asking me that? So long as my mum is around, I might end up staying for a month or two.

She threw her head back and laughed heartily.

Amber: Mums will always be mums right?

Me: Right.

We kept quiet as if the room was a haunted one. I stood up and drew my box down. My only property which isn't in the box is the nightie I was wearing and the cloth I intend to wear home the next day. I heaved a sigh after I had dropped the bag on the floor and raised my head in time to meet Amber's gaze.

Amber: You're in love with him right?

I swallowed hard but didn't loose my smile.

Amber: Pamela?

Me: Isn't it obvious? At least, to you, it is.

I sat down and looked at my feet.

Amber: And you know it's not wrong right?

Me: It's wrong? Didn't you see that woman? I've never felt so intimidated in my entire life by my fellow woman. She's clearly everything I'm not.

The door swung open and my Greg, sorry, Greg walked in, looking from me to Amber.
I stood up out of impulse and I felt my heartbeat increase in a multiple of hundred.

Greg: She's everything you're not and that is why I love you Pamela.

I looked at his lips as they formed those words and my legs began to shake. Amber stood up and looked at me.

Amber: I'll excuse you two now. Baby, see you in the morning.

Me: Wait! Please ......

She nodded with a smile and left the room. Greg bolted the door and walked to the bed. I shifted and he pulled me into himself.

Greg: How long has it been?

I pushed him away, silently hoping that he holds me again, so I can perceive his musky scent.

Me: What?

I couldn't believe my voice. It was unsure and unsteady. I doubted my ability to resist him for much.

Greg: You love me Pamela

Me: Well, I used to.

Greg: Why? Did I do something wrong?

Me: Gregory please, I need to go to bed now because I'll be having a long day tomorrow. So I beg to be left alone.

Greg: Pamela, tell me what's wrong. I admit I've not been the best person to you since you came in, there are a lot of things I would have done but I failed to do them. Forgive me, but believe me as well, I love you. I've thought about it and realised it's not wrong.

I sat down and he followed suit.

Greg: The first time we met, you were so affectionate to me, without knowing who I was, you shared in my sorrow, you listened to me, you care Pamela and it's more than enough reason to choose you over Yvonne.

I looked at him and sighed. So her name is Yvonne, the mother of his daughter.

Greg: Talk to me Pamela. The silence is killing me.

Me: What do you want me to say?

Greg: That you love me

Me: I'm not stupid. What's the point of saying it when there's a woman in your life, someone who already has a place in your family? I'm not ready to subject myself to that kind of heartbreak anymore so please, leave me alone because this girl here knows her limits.

I stood up and walked to the door, unbolted it and walked the long corridor that will take me to the smaller living room where I'll get myself a drink to calm my nerves and maybe induce me to sleep.
There was no one in the living room so I just walked to the bar, got a bottle of spirit and a glass and began to walk out, my destination being the balcony where I'll clearly see the beautiful city of Enugu.

Getting to the balcony, the lights were out but someone was already there before me, smoking. i wondered who it could be before going to the opposite direction. Not to upset anyone, I didn't put on the light, I just walked to where I know a chair was, having spent most times in that balcony since I came.
I poured myself a drink and took it down in one gulp, opening my mouth to breath out once it hit my throat.

Yvonne: Impressive.

That voice. I struggled to recall where I had heard that voice and the image of the pretty woman with the little girl came to my head.
I suddenly felt the urge to throw up on her face. She was smoking? What kind of mother does that?
I heard her steps coming towards me and I braced myself for what was coming my way.

Yvonne: Are you his woman?

She turned on the lights and sat opposite to me and we stared at each other. The make up was off now and I clearly hated myself for wanting to be like her.

Yvonne: Let's drink to sharing the same man.

She made for my bottle and when I didn't object, she uncocked it, took a long drag and slammed the bottle on the table, thank goodness it's a plastic table though.

Yvonne: So why did you run? You stampeded like a mad ....... anyways, if Queeneth were alive, she would have sent you out of this house immediately.

She drank again from the bottle and I just looked at her.

Yvonne: So tell me, is he good in bed? Does he give it to you like a man or a boy?

I was forced to smile, this woman is really crazy, I swear to God.

Me: Uhm, Yvonne, I came here because I wanted a quiet time. If I needed company, I would have let my friend tag along with me.

Yvonne: Fate. It's destined already that we'll have this conversation.

Me: Sorry because I'm not interested in talking with you. I've got lots of things in my head.

Yvonne: Oops. Did he go flaccid on you? I mean, did he go soft on you? Then it's no biggie, his bro is equal to the task, trust me.

I became tongue tied. What did she just say? I stood up, picked my glass and the bottle and began to walk away but she ran after me.

Yvonne: It's clear you're this girlfriend of his who has taken him away from me but get something into this your thick head, I'm not leaving Greg for you? Not now, not ever.

Me: Okay!

Yvonne: Okay?

Me: Yes. Were you expecting to hear something else?

Yvonne: Are you crazy?

Me: It's you who's crazy. What kind of woman are you? To think that ..... Anyways, good night. I won't let you add to my burden tonight.

I turned and Greg was staring at us. I looked at Yvonne who was already going to him and shook my head. How did Greg end up with this crazy woman?

Yvonne: She's the reason you didn't want me here?

Greg: Yvonne don't start now. Pamel, let's go.

I walked past Yvonne and Greg took my free hand in his while we walked back to my room. My heart was thumping and I was scared it would jump out from my body.
I refused to look back, afraid of the hurt I'd see in Yvonne's eyes.
We got to my door and o stepped in while he remained out.

Greg: Pamela, please, can I come in?

I nodded and he came in and locked the door behind me.

"did he go flaccid on you? I mean, did he go soft on you?".
This words kept ringing in my head as I walked to the dressing table.

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