Meant To Be: Episode Six continued


“Christy, Mr Oladele should come to see me anytime soon, when he arrives just let him in” Sandra informed her secretary over the phone.

“Yes Ma, but what if you have a visitor.”
“visitor, hmmmm just let him in, he simply wants to pick a document…” she sighed, “there’s no point delaying him.”
“Ok Ma”


Fola took the elevator and walked towards Sandra’s office, he greeted her secretary who allowed him in, since Fola frequented the office, Christy hardly bothered to inform Sandra when he arrived.

“Hey babe”
Sandra looked up from the documents she was working on, it was quite early, what was Fola doing in her office this early.

“Missing me already,” she said, almost a question.
“You don’t know how much.” He walked up to her and swooped her in his arms before she could protest, he knew he had to put up his game in order to accomplish his mission.

He kissed her lips, face, neck, eyes and every part of her body he could access.

Sandra moaned softly, the last person she had expected to see was Fola but she was enjoying the sweet torment his mouth was doing to her body.

She suddenly remembered she was expecting Femi, she had informed her secretary to let him in whenever he arrived. Inasmuch as she didn’t mind making out with Fola in her office, she wouldn’t appreciate any intrusion especially from Femi.

“Honey, I have to make a call, it would be quick.” she said huskily and walked to get her phone.
Fola felt insulted, why would she want to make a call now, he came for business and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way.

“It can wait,” He held her hands and tried to pull her back to him.
“Please, I’ll be quick.”
Fola with the speed of light pushed her to her seat and started tickling her, he knew her archilles heel.

Sandra was begging him almost immediately while gasping for breath, he had then united their lips, that call would have to wait whether she liked it or not.


Femi walked to the marketing department, he wondered why he had decided to pick the report himself.

For goodness sake, he was supposed to work on deleting his crush on Sandra and here he was going to her office to get a mere report which could have been sent through her secretary.

He couldn’t decipher if his action was a silly or manly one, If she couldn’t be his girl, it didn’t stop them from being friends right? He tried to convince himself.

“Good day Sir, you can go in she’s expecting you.” the secretary who was typing informed him.

Femi gave a slight knock and opened the door to Sandra’s office, what he saw was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.


Sandra quickly buttoned up her blouse, she was embarrased beyond words, couldn’t Femi had waited a little bit? She could have just prevented this by making that call.

Fola who was adjusting his shirt gave Femi a look that shot daggers, why had the guy interrupted? couldn’t Sandra’s secretary had called to inform Sandra of a visitor?


Femi looked at the couple and just couldn’t find his mouth producing anywords to them, he knew he ought to say something but he just could not find the words.

If there was any thing he had realised, it was the fact that Sandra could never be his, he didn’t like the look Sandra’s boyfriend was giving him.

He had to say something and just leave before the guy probably did or said something harsh, “I’m sorry for interrupting, I’ll come back later,” he immediately turned and left Sandra’s office.

He walked back to his office with a feeling of dejection, would he ever find love? His last experience of love had been bitter and painful, and Sandra had shattered the little confidence he had gathered to give love another chance.

He wondered if life would have been better for him had he ended up being celibate.


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