A Two Faced Lover
(episode 3)
The easiest way to catch a liar is to confront them with ha-rd evidence of
whatever suspicion you are having; but also watch out because a
professional liar can still find his or her way out of any situation no
matter how intense it is, without giving you the slightest clue that your
guesses were right. There was no doubt that the br@ Rose found belonged to
a lady that had clearly been to his room, so the most convincing lie Saint
c@m£ up with at that crucial moment was to say that it belonged to his
sister. A hvge p@rt of Rose’s heart knew that the story wasn’t adding up
and she felt in her guts that the br@ belonged to a lady that might have
spent the night at his place. In as much as Rose could tell that something
was fishy, there wasn’t any evidence to prove Saint’s story otherwise, so
she just accepted and shut the t©pic down.
Due to that little confrontation, the atmosphere bec@m£ tensed and it made
Saint a bit nervous; he could tell that Rose wasn’t satisfied with his
response and probably wasn’t happy with him so he had to act fast in order
to set the mood back to what it initially was. Determined to bring back the
previous good mood, he walked towards where she stood and gently placed his
hands on her w@!st.
“Are you angry with me?” Saint calmly inquired, “I don’t know what to feel
at the moment because I can’t tell if you are saying the truth about who
truly owns that br@” Rose sadly replied. Her response made Saint smile for
reasons known to him.
Despite the fact that Rose had doubts and nee-ded more clarity before
investing too much emotions, Saint wasn’t interested in giving her that
clarity but was rather only interested in getting inbetween her legs. “To
be honest, that br@ belongs to my younger sister. She c@m£ around few days
back from school and usually loves slee-ping here because she uses my l@pt©p
for school work. She probably showered in my bathroom while I was away and
forgot her br@ in my room” he lied.
At that moment, Saint’s lies began to sound convincing enough to Rose and
she sadly fell for it. He could see that his tricks and sweet ton-gue had
eventually gotten to her so he quic-kly used that as leverage to set the
mood again. “Can I get at least a smile from you?” Saint pla-yfully
requested. Rose blu-shed and rolled her eyes in mild excitement as she
looked into his shiny eyes. They got k!ss!ngagain and eventually made
their way back to the be-d.
While they k!$$£d, Rose was quic-k to notice the fact that Saint was being
slightly rou-gh by squee-zing her both hands and choking her in the process.
At first, she thought it was ro-mantic and cute but later changed her mind
when his rou-ghness persisted.
Unknown to Saint, it hadn’t come to his consciousness that the ‘Dominant’
p@rt of him had began to show off. Firstly, it started from seizing her
hands and squee-zing it ti-ghtly and later upgraded to choking her slightly
in the n£¢k. This form of Love-ma-king was entirely new to Rose as it was
her first time being manhandled that way. She screamed most of the time
when the pain was unbearable and endured the ones she could.
Their Love-ma-king sessions lasted for hours and Rose was transported to the
wonderland of intense plea-sure. In her shallow mind, she felt she was
giving her b©dy to a man that cared so much about her and also to her
p@rtner, but little did she know that Saint had no atom of love for her and
that they were far from ever being an official couple. Poor Rosy!
After they were done, Saint went straight to the bathroom to take his
shower without her and returned few minutes later and went to be-d. He
turned to the other side of the room and shifted his b©dy in such a way
that it had little or no contact with Rose’s b©dy. She didn’t pick any
offence due to his attitude because she felt he was greatly tired and
nee-ded a good rest. Though she was slightly angry, she waved it off, headed
to the bathroom to bath and la-id down to sleep afterwards.
Throu-ghout that night, Rose kept thinking if she did the right thing by
giving Saint her b©dy. “Was I too easy? Did I give him the cookie too
soon?” she wondered as she la-id down lonely without a cudd-lefrom the man
that just t©uçhed her. Despite all those scary thoughts, she still remained
positive about their relationsh!pand finally retired to be-d.
In the morning before Rose woke up, Saint was alre-ady dressed to leave the
house. Rose was quite shocked because she was expecting breakfast in be-d
treatment but that wasn’t the case. “Where are you going to?” she curiously
asked, “Oh you are awake! I was actually about to wake you up myself. I
just received a call and have to head out because I have an important work
appointment this morning” he said.
While Saint was talking to Rose, he was getting re-ady to leave at the same
time. He indirectly watched her to see if she would get up and start
preparing to leave with him too but that wasn’t the case because Rose was
still comfortably lying down on the be-d. In order not to sound rude or in a
haste to discharge her, Saint kept mute but prayed within that she does the
nee-dful by also preparing to leave.
Few minutes later, Saint was done dressing and looked as though he was
re-ady to leave. “Aren’t you coming with me?” He finally managed to say but
it seemed as though Rose wasn’t re-ady to go just yet. “Uhmm, I don’t think
I’m re-ady to leave yet. I have to shower and maybe eat something, I felt
you will be around so we could spend some time together” she innocently
said.
de-ep down in Saint’s heart, he wasn’t happy that Rose was being too
comfortable and also wasn’t seeing the nee-d to leave his house at the same
time he was leaving, but who could blame the poor lady? She felt they were
in a relationsh!p, hence the reason she was that comfortable. Not after all
the sweet talks Saint used to lure her; of which it seemed as though he had
forgotten.
Unable to indirectly convince Rose to leave, Saint gave her a spare key to
lock up the house when she was re-ady to go and then left afterwards. Rose
felt wanted and valued when Saint left his house key for her but she had no
idea that he was boiling with anger within. As he walked out of the door,
she smiled and blu-shed at the thought of being the madam of the house. If
only she knew that her pres£nce wasn’t nee-ded at all and that she was not
that important to him, she probably wouldn’t be feeling that fly. Well,
it’s quite unfortunate that we can’t re-ad people’s mind.
As Rose was having the best time of her life back at Saint’s house, he was
bitter and angry that she was still there. “Did I marry and forget? Which
kind wahala is this!” he murmured as he drove down to his destination. It
was then that every sweet thing he said to Rose slowly began to dawn on
him. When he was busy telling her to let him fill up the space in her
heart, he didn’t realise that he was saying those words to a human being
with emotions.
I bet Saint didn’t think that winning Rose over was going to be a difficult
task, that’s why he subjected to fake promises and tactics when his quic-k
plans weren’t working. Words are powerful and greatly determines a person’s
action or reaction towards a situation, person or thing. Rose was acting
that way and being too comfortable because of the sweet promising words of
as-surance Saint spoke to her. He set the beat so he had to dance to it!
At around 11am, Rose finally left the house and took the spare key with her
after Saint instructed her to drop it off at a hidden place in front of his
door. Rose called Saint to inform him that she had left and that was when
he asked if she dropped off the key and she said ‘No’. At that moment, it
felt as though he should just fall off the surface of the earth because he
felt suffocated. At the same time, every anger ceased when he figured that
it was best he kept leading her on so as to Make Love to her whenever he
wanted to. He swept every anger he was feeling un-der the rug and went with
the flow.
“So when am I seeing you again?” Saint calmly asked and Rose blu-shed. “But
we just spent last night together and with the way you behaved after what
happened last night, I felt you weren’t into me that much as I thought” She
revealed. “How did I behave?” he curiously asked, “You couldn’t even cuddle
me or something, I felt used” she replied in a low tone.
To be honest, Saint was fed up at that moment because he wasn’t used to
having those kind of conversation with women. The fact that he owed Rose an
explanation was emotionally exhausting for him, but he just had to pretend
anyways. “I’m sorry babe, I was just tired that’s all” he lied. As the
conversed, Rose wanted to bring up the rou-ghness at which he handled her
the night before when they made love, but just had to shove it down the
drains. They scheduled to meet up again in few days time and ended the call
afterwards.
Gradually, Rose started trusting Saint more than she should have. The funny
thing was that he was very good at pretending and also very good at lying.
The fact that his name was even ‘Saint’ made his shady ways even more
difficult to figure out. Sadly, Rose had alre-ady began picturing Saint in
her life and was excited for what the future held. Actually, what she
didn’t know was that there were more shocking surprises ahead; more than
finding a br@ in his room.
Something shocking happened one fateful day. It turns out that Saint had an
interview at a gospel media television show. The interviewer was a
gentleman and they talked about life related t©pics and finally c@m£ to his
personal life matter. The interviewer asked if he was secretly married or
in any relationsh!pbecause he ha-rd ly ever gave out any information about
his personal life. Saint smiled faintly and said; “I’m just focused on my
good works to humanity and also using my career to bless lives, those are
my core priorities right now. Women are blessed beings and nee-d to be
pampered by we men, I believe God also had me in mind when creating and
have created my missing rib. She’s out there somewhere and I know we would
meet someday but for now, I’m focused on other things”.
Just imagine the disappointment Rose felt when she realised that Saint
didn’t even acknowledge her existence in his life or even at-least tell the
interviewer that there was someone he was seeing to find out if things will
work out. The fact that he didn’t even behave as someone that had a lady in
his life was heartbreaking.
That very day was the scheduled day Rose was supposed to visit Saint again.
She waited for his call for long but it wasn’t forth coming, she called him
after a little while but he wasn’t picking up. Unable to control her
hurting emotions, she drove down to his house unannounced and used the
spare key she was with to open up the door.
Unfortunately, Saint wasn’t home yet so Rose sat on his couch and waited
for him to come back because she knew he was in town, as they spoke the
previous day. If Rose knew that her heart was about to get broken the more
by coming to his house that day, she wouldn’t have made the mistake of
coming at all. The interview shock was little compare to what was about to
happen that day.
About an hour later, there were sounds on the door lock and it seemed as
though someone was trying to in-sert a key but it wasn’t entering. Rose
figured it could be Saint and hurriedly headed to the door to open it up.
Immediately the door opened, her heart dropped at the sight of Saint with a
beautiful looking lady.
Saint was surprised as to what she was doing in his house without his
cons£nt. “What in God’s name are you doing here? Did you call me before
coming over?” he angrily asked. The lady he c@m£ with sighed and walked
inside. She knowingly hit Rose with her shoulder and never bothered to say
‘Sorry’ afterwards. coolval stories
Short of words and with a teary eyes, Rose looked into Saint’s eyes and
said; “Wow! It’s so good to see how much I meant to you. Did you even mean
anything you said to me? At this point you could pas-s for a Devil”.
Saint smiled faintly and said; “Get your entitled self out of my house and
give me my keys before you do so”. Rose’s eyes opened wi-dely and she
screamed “Wow!”.