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Hey! As promised, here is the continuation to the series, “Ray’s Lust”
Hope you didn’t have to wait too long? Definitely worth it😊
Edited by my humble self, if you are a fan of my writing, you should know when it’s Zubie talking in the story…hehe.
Again, thanks to Memshima for coming through, for those who have subscribed to my blog, who click on the links at every new post, a BIG thank you!💋
Enjoy and don’t read alone, refer your friends!😉

About the author


Memshima Igba has always had a way with words from an early age. She believes storytelling is a portal to another world due to early influences from books like Mothers Choice and Passport of Mallam Illiya. When she’s not writing or making characters in her head she’s watching anime with her favourite walkers chips. She loves hearing talk about her stories so don’t be shy to compliment or critique her.


Ray’s Lust.


Oh the sun did nothing but aggravate the already intense headache I was having. “What a wonderful day” I remarked sarcastically, as I walked down the street towards the nearby ATM. I picked up my phone to check on my emails, being an entrepreneur was easily one of the most stressful career paths ever and being the owner of NATURALS was a stressful dream come through. Living up to its name, NATURALS catered to the men and women who wanted to nurture their natural hair back to glory or who wanted to nurse their skin back to health with all round natural products. This company was my baby. Fresh out of university, this was the path I had decided to take and not walk in Daddy dearest’s footsteps as a diplomat, of course this didn’t sit well with Daddy, but a girl is got to do what a girl’s got to do.

An incoming message tone distracted me from the emails I was checking. Hmm number wasn’t saved.
Hey Rachel did you get home safe last night? And your car is still at the bar when would you like to pick it up?
Like clockwork, all the events from last night played out in my head including the very yummy stranger I had encountered. These thoughts were immediately replaced by fear. How did he get my number, how is it that he knew my address and OMG! My car was still there. My G-Wagon was my most prized possession and the thought of just abandoning it felt like a knife stab to the heart. I would have to go get it and maybe get some answers of my own from him. I quickly texted back saying I would be at the bar in a little over 30 minutes and prayed to God I wasn’t late! Goddamit! I mentally coursed myself and Femi! Deciding to spend my night at the bar especially after the break up had been the easiest but most stupid decision I did ever made.

As much as I am ashamed to admit, all through the taxi ride to the bar I kept on thinking would he be as hot as he was yesterday, was I just seeing things? I shook my head vigorously, enough hopefully to reset my brain, and just in time, the Uber taxi I had boarded pulled up in front of the bar. It was relatively new having been opened 6 months ago, the latest hotspot around. At this point, as I walked into it’s specious and well decorated entrance, I was actually feeling like a hot mess even though I looked like I walked out of a fashion catalogue. “Excuse me Miss are you Racheal?” Asked a polite girl whom I guessed couldn’t be more than 18 or 19. Ok so everyone at this bar knew my name. This again reminded me of the many things I might have done in the bar last night. Embarrassment settled like a fur shawl on my shoulders. I could only nod at the girl who then beckoned for me to follow her into the innards of the bar which shouldn’t be surprising held the offices. “Oga has been waiting for you” she said with a hint of a smile dancing beneath her cool exterior, bringing me out of my thoughts. Just who exactly is this Oga and why is he being all mysterious and shit? I quickly nodded in thanks to her and mentally prepared myself for what was behind door number 1.
Ok I totally did not expect to see this. The office was as big as my parlour, the furnitures were probably imported from Italy, and the rug…Rome. It was as if I had stepped into one of those offices you saw on interior design magazines. Very modern and masculine. The scent in the air was a mixture of expensive colone,  leather and him. The office definitely suited it’s owner. The owner…The guy who sat in front of me was oozing sex appeal and power.  Just who exactly are you??

Um..hi I’m Rachel but yeah I guess you already knew that. I just came to get my car and oh yeah thank you for yesterday. I never get that drunk…” I knew I was rambling but goddamit his eyes were confusing me as it were and I needed to stay focused hence my ramblings. Then he smiled. He had the nerve to hit me with one of his smiles. Oh my God this is not good at all. My knees were inexplicably weak all of a sudden and I pointedly starred at one of the chairs. He stood up from his and stretched his hand forward offering a handshake ” Hi, I’m Boma Williams” As I returned the gesture,  I pondered over the name. Boma Williams! I sure as hell had heard that name but I just couldn’t picture the scrawny boy I knew as this beautiful man in my front. He smiled again. Dammit with his picture perfect teeth looking like they could do a little more than chew his food. Like he read my mind he said

Yup, I’m the one and only Boma Williams” and burst into a fit of laugh when my mouth hung open in shock. No way this was Boma. He had been the skinniest guy in high school and  everyone had made fun of him cause he had, had the literal appearance of an ajebo child. No way was he the chunky piece of meat on legs standing in front of me with the cocky grin. There was just no way this was a real life situation. After gathering my thoughts, only thing I could manage was;

How are you here?” He had transferred to the United States when we were just about to enter jss2 and that was the last we saw of each other. “OMG!!” I screamed out of no where, shocking him in mid laugh.

I cannot believe this. Boma how many years has it been ? Almost 13 years if I calculating well which I know I’m not…”   I said without gasping for breath. Then he smiled again. Damn that smile of his, his eyes, the way they roamed my body… tickling my skin, what the hell, this was moving too fast! Was I quick to assume the chemistry was mutual? Cutting through my thoughts he said matter of factly “It’s been exactly 14 years Ray, you idiot” and laughed again. That was the Boma I knew. The joker, but this new version of the joker I saw, I liked very much because he came with an upgraded bod. I appraised him briefly but appreciatively, nodded quickly to remind myself I was a self respecting lady and asked,

may I sit?


To be continued….same day next week.💋


17 comments on “RAY’S LUST(2)

  1. Princess Torty
    June 21, 2016

    Can we get to read part 3 already??!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. memshiimaigba
    June 21, 2016

    Yass we are back again!!! Zubie we are easily the writing duo now!!! Part 3 same time next week


  3. yvonne
    June 21, 2016

    Noooo now!!!! Nt fair.part 3 plix

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Chimdalu
    June 21, 2016

    This particular piece got me thinking…specifically about some past classmates of mine that fit that description and what their own”Boma” look would be in future when we meet again…lol…thoughts…

    part 3 where art thou!!!!!

    Liked by 2 people

    • zubhie
      June 21, 2016

      Haha…pretty good and susceptible to ur charms I hope😂…next Tuesday baby, next tuesday😉


    • memshiimaigba
      June 21, 2016

      Haha please be patient with me love!!

      Liked by 1 person

  5. Ada
    June 21, 2016

    Nooo!!! Not again.I seriously can’t wait for part 3.. But I know its worth the wait.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Chimdalu
    June 21, 2016

    You guys please!!!!…okay I’ve got a selfish idea, send some of part 3 to me privately..please, I won’t tell ada or anyone. I really can keep a secrete

    Liked by 1 person

    • zubhie
      June 21, 2016

      😹😹😹 Bae, I am so tempted because part 3 is delish! But no😩😘

      Liked by 1 person

      • Chimdalu
        June 22, 2016

        Oh no…..zubi…. okay na..I’m seriously counting down

        Liked by 1 person

      • zubhie
        June 22, 2016

        Thanks love😘


  7. Chioma Anioke
    June 23, 2016

    Amazing piece. Keep up the good work.

    Liked by 1 person

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