Finding Mr Perfect Husband (Episode 22)

By Ikenga Chronicles November 15, 2017

Finding Mr Perfect Husband (Episode 22)

After a moment, he sat beside her. His face misted over, he was weak and thought of how to convince Imabasi to kiss him just the way she did the other day at his office.

At last he spoke, forcing her to look at him.

“I am asking you three questions. first, do you love this man?
second, do you think he loves you enough to marry you?

Thirdly, can’t you just leave him for me?” He suddenly asked, his eyes surprisingly gentle.

“If I didn’t love him, I won’t tell you about him at first.” She said tentatively.

“You can tell him to go.”

“Why?” Imabasi asked amazingly.

“Because you have me. You love me.” Then he pulled back and his fingers traced the curve of her throat, his eyes on hers, assessing as he tilted her face.

He pulled her face gently toward his mouth, Imabasi became hesitant as she took away her face.

“Leave me alone.” She didn’t like that he easily roused her deepest emotions.

When he attempted kissing her again, she squirmed.

Something in Imabasi’s expression told Victor that she wanted him, despite the fact that she had someone who loved her. He wasn’t sure she loved that person that much.

“I am feeling sleepy. I have a class tomorrow.” Her tone was cool.

“Tomorrow is Saturday. It is not on the school timetable that any teacher should teach on Saturdays.” He said huskily, as his eyes held hers.

“Imabasi, I did all I could to make you mine, and you wanna pay me back this way?” His words sent an icy chill down her spine.

She began to feel weaknesses for him, she knew that her body would fail him, she held his face and began to kiss him softly.

And there he was, kissing her like his life depended on it.

His gaze slid down the deep curve of her waist, the bewildering sexual pull he felt
toward her seeping into his body, a warming fire he knew would be difficult to douse if he allowed it to burn hotter.

Suddenly, Imabasi’s phone rang and when she saw that it was her mother, she rejected the call and placed the phone on her ears.

Victor didn’t notice that she rejected the call.

“Hello darling” She said in soft whispers as Victor stared at her with wildness in his eyes.
“I miss you too.” she said. The slightest smile edge her mouth as he stood up pained.

Despite the terrible feelings he had, his expression softened when Imabasi pretended to hung up the call. But he wasn’t aware she was pretending.

“my boo just called.” She said nicely. She probably expected him to cry, but instead, he walked slowly toward the door.

“I will be visiting him in Hampshire next weekend.” She said excitedly. She was surprise he still had a normal face. He didn’t frown or say nasty things to her, he only watched her talk about her imaginary lover like he meant the world to her.

Pain slammed into his heart and jolted him. Imabasi could feel his eyes on her.

“Please close the door behind you when you walk.” she said, laughing aloud and running her fingers on her phone screen.

Victor started to respond, then realized any response he tries to give to her, might hurt him more. He didn’t want to look at her anymore. But he wanted to feel her presence, and even if it was just for the last time he would have loved to kiss her again, so he denied himself her gaze. But he couldn’t control himself. He rushed to her and his hands caught her wrist, her eyes shot up to his and he surprised her by trying to unbutton her night wear. She pushed him away.

“Get out! you want to have sex with me and make me cheat on my boyfriend.” She yelled.

Victor wondered what cheating meant to her. She had kissed him several times, and making love to her suddenly turned out to be offensive.

But he reminded himself that for one wild and insane moment beneath the sky, he had kissed her over and over again.

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