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Through out the night, I kept on thinking about Mr. Nich, his touches and kisses. Everything about him was so special. Image of his nude body kept on coming into my mind and I ended-up getting wet.
'How I wished I allowed him to do it,' I said to myself. At this point, I was already regretting why I reacted the way I did.
Will he call me for another contract?
Did I embarrass him?
I kept on asking lots of questions without answers.
The lady, who could she be? She sounded like she belongs to him.
Maybe he is married, oh no he can't be married, maybe they are engaged, I concluded, but that won't stop me from loving him.
 I kept on staring and smiling at his drawing, I have lots of them, till I slept off.
After the last message from Mr. Nich, he stopped calling, I called him thrice but he didn't pick and I decided to forget about him and respect my dignity as a woman.
It seemed he was avoiding me or maybe it's a new development, I tried forgetting him, but I always find myself making drawings of him, recalling the sound of his voice, I couldn't help but smile uncontrollably.
Whenever I imagined the kiss, touches and his huge dick poking my ass. I would feel my pussy getting wet again and again. I always hope to meet him again at least to have a taste of him this time.
My roommate left after we had some misunderstanding. She left to live with her boyfriend and I missed her company so much, I had pleaded with her to come back but she kept on talking about the money and my disrespect, maybe not all friend can stand you being richer, I know this is a life she wanted and I had never belittled her, so why is she always feeling disrespected.
I never disrespected her, I was always confused everytime she talked about the change in my behavior due to money. I was so lonely and I decided to search for another friend.
Our shop was no longer like it used to be. My boss and the husband were having a serious marital issue. It's so unfortunate seeing couples who love themselves, wake up one day to fight themselves without remembering the past or beautiful loving memories.
The reason for the court case they had were unknown to us and I really prayed for justice to prevail.
We were at the shop one Monday morning, when a man ran to our shop, "our boss has been shot to death," he said. We closed the shop and rushed to the location where he stated. On getting their, she had already been taken to hospital.
We moved from that location to the hospital, but unfortunately my boss was already on oxygen and none of us were allowed in. We waited for a while to see if we would be granted the opportunity to at least see her but it was impossible, so we had no option than to leave.
Life around me was becoming strange and unexplainable, first it was my roommate, secondly, Mr. Nich and now my boss, Lord please save their souls, I prayed silently.
We kept on visiting our boss and thank God, she was responding to treatment. 
The doctor assured us that she will be back to her feet in a week's time and we were all happy.
My colleagues and I decided to visit the shop at least to clean it up before the arrival of our boss, but we found a strange padlock instead. We tried opening it but we couldn't, then we left; that was how we lost our job, but thank God for Mr. Nich's contract payment.
The beautiful memories with Mr. Nich never left my mind, it became part of me to think about him every moment, sometimes I cried or I smiled when thinking about him.
One day I decided to call Mr. Nich again, but his number was not reachable anymore. I tried using a neighbor mobile phone to call and it was unreachable too.
 Each time I remember the affair we had, I feel bad because I'm now ready to give more than that, I really want to see his face again.
Ever since I collected my neighbor's phone to contact Mr. Nich, we became talking mates but not friends. We always stayed out to gist with each other, he lost his job too and probably looking for another.
One Saturday night, dressed in my skimpy night wear, dancing with the imaginary picture of Mr. Nich in my head, sweating like I was in a dancing competition with anyone, though it was more of partying with my crush.
A knock interrupted my dance and I went to find out who the late visitor was.
I opened the door only to find out that it was my neighbor. 
I know we talked but what could possibly brought him to my house by this odd hour?
We greeted each other and he insisted on coming into my room and I refused initially.
He kept on pleading and it became more confusing, after his explaination which sounds none convincing to me, I decided to let him in, well he is my talk mate so why not.
I offered him a glass of water, because my pot were empty, I was planning to do the cooking tomorrow. We had a long gist, stories about life, love, school and many others.
It was actually fun and lovely, because it's been long I had such discussion.
The discussion was moving nice and interesting until he decided to move out of character. He stared at my body like he was searching for his lost item and this got me uncomfortable.
I looked at my body to know what exactly he was staring at.
Playfully, he made some unexpected immature advances and touched my breast.
"Your breast looks so beautiful," he said still smiling.
Unexpectedly I slapped him, not knowing when I did that.
"Get out!" I angrily scolded.
He looked at me trying to give an explanation or maybe apology, but I didn't give him the chance to do that, all I wanted him to do was to leave my room.
He left my room shamelessly, like a fool he was. I made up my mind not to let anyone into my room irrespective of the gender.
When he left, I went to Mr. Nich's drawing blaming him for everything, I blamed him for not loving me, for abandoning me and for letting people abuse me.
It was so funny, that I had to laugh at myself. Mr. Nich isn't the problem here, 'he never said he loved you nor show any interest of loving you,' my mind said.
'But he kissed me, I know he wanted me just the way I wanted him,' I replied my mind.
'He just wanted to take advantage of you, so don't think you are special,' my mind replied.
I felt so bad knowing my mind was actually saying the truth. Mr. Nich can never love me, he just wanted to have sex with me because he knew I loved him and that made me vulnerable to him. 
The night was a very long night because I cried to bed.
It's turning into obsession because I can't do without thinking about him.