Hello everyone, and welcome back to Erotics and Whatnot; I will admit, I haven’t been consistent with posting articles; I guess I am one of those people who have a thing going, and then they hit a point in the road where they start to feel out of touch, but I’m back with more content. I am writing this on a Sunday night after weeks of having no ideas on how to write this.

Today we are continuing Jolade’s story; this will be part 7 of her story; if you haven’t read the last stories, I suggest you head on to the Erotica category of the blog, you can also start reading the first part here: https://eroticsandwhatnot.com/erotic-chronicles-of-jolade-and-her-fuck-buddies/

In the last part, we see Jolade’s father, Chief Balogun, bring Ayoola home to dinner where Jolade was waiting for them; what will happen? Can you guess before you go ahead and read? Let me know what your guesses are in the comments.

Without further ado, let’s get into the story of our beautiful Jolade.

After seeing Ayoola when the Chief brought him to the house, Jolade unleashed many cuss words at Ayoola.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you stalking me now? You followed me into my office, that was weird but to come into my home?” shouted the irritated Jolade.

“Jolade, what is the matter, why are you getting agitated? Do you know this young man?” the Chief looked at Ayoola, who stood in the corner and looked like he was about to keel over.

“Oh Daddy, do not worry yourself about that, I’m sure he heard my questions or has the cat got your tongue Ayoola?” Jolade shifted her head towards the young man.

“Jolade, just chill, your father invited me over for dinner and I couldn’t refuse him because we have a few business to discuss,” Ayoola said.

“Business? Don’t you forget Ayoola, I am the head of the chair now, so what business could you have to talk to my father about?” Jolade demanded.

“My mother asked me to discuss something important with him.”

“You will eat, discuss your business and get out,” Jolade shouted.

“That is all I will do,” Ayoola spat back.

“Jolade,” shouted the Chief. “I don’t know what you and this young man have in the past, you will act polite with my guest and while he is under this roof, you will treat him in high regard. Do you understand this, young lady?”

“Yes, daddy,” Jolade grumbled, followed by shrugging off her shoulders and storming off in the direction of the kitchen.

“Ayoola, I don’t what business you had with my daughter but I do not appreciate men riling her up, she is the apple of my eyes and I would love to keep it that way. I am treating you this way because you are a first time guest in my home.”

“I understand sir,” Ayoola stood at attention.

“Good, Hassan,” the Chief turned to his assistant, who was trying to be invincible, “Pour us some whisky while Jolade brings out the food; we will have the drinks at the dining table.”

Dinner was eaten in silence as Jolade concentrated on her food while trying not to make eye contact with Ayoola; Ayoola was also trying to avoid her eyes; he didn’t want any form of confrontation because he didn’t want the Chief to throw him out of his house. Jolade was seated at the other left head of the table with Ayoola by her right and the Chief at the right head of the table.

The Chief noticed the tension between Jolade and Ayoola, but he said nothing; he continued eating his food; Hassan sat beside the Chief and wished he had gone home to eat food that day. His wife had called him earlier and asked what he wanted to eat.  

“Jolade, the food was nice. I enjoyed the porridge; in particular, it was very exquisite,” Ayoola started to say as soon as he finished the food on his plate.

There was no acknowledgment from Jolade; she continued to stare at the food on her plate; she only had a few spoonfuls of the food.

“Jolade,” Chief Balogun called.

 “Yes daddy,” Jolade raised her head from her plate and looked at the Chief.

“I believe this young man is giving you a compliment.”

“I know daddy, I heard him.”

“You are not going to thank him for his compliment. That is not being a good host.”

“Thank you,” grumbled Jolade; she scrunched her face at Ayoola, who returned the gesture with a polite nod.

“Jolade, what is wrong with you?”

“Ask him, daddy; he is, after all, the cause of everything.”

“Young man, what is the problem?” the Chief shouted at Ayoola.

“Sir—what happened was that –,” Ayoola started to say, but he couldn’t get the words out.

“What is wrong, Ayoola? You can’t lie to my father as you did to me,” shouted Jolade. She leaped out of her chair and exited the table; she carried her food plate.

“Jolade, where are you going?” the Chief shouted.

Jolade didn’t heed his call and stormed off to the kitchen.

“Young man,” the Chief shouted at Ayoola, “I don’t’ know what you did to my daughter, if you have wronged her in any form, I suggest you go and beg for her forgiveness,”

Ayoola sat bewildered in his chair; he managed a weak nod at the Chief.

“I said, go and apologize, get up.”

Ayoola left his seat with shaky legs and went after Jolade in the direction she left. He walked in on her in the kitchen, pouring the food on her pate into a plastic container.

“He must think he is crazy, coming into my home? I hate him so much,” Jolade swore under her breath.

“Jolade,” Ayoola said in a soft tone. He just walked into the kitchen.

“This must be some form of torture,” Jolade slammed her plate onto the kitchen counter and turned around; it was a miracle the plate didn’t shatter upon impact.

“Take it easy,” Ayoola almost shouted in alarm.

“Why Ayoola why should I take it easy? I know what you are doing. I already told you we have said everything we had to say at the office this morning. I honestly have nothing more to say to you,” Jolade said. She was leaning on the counter with her arms folded, the container with the food momentarily forgotten.

“Jolade, you might have said all you can to me, but I still have a whole lot to say to you. Just chill and listen, please,” pleaded Ayoola. “I don’t want to cause a scene too, but the Chief asked me to straighten out my business with you before I leave here tonight.”

“I guess we are spending the rest of our lives in this kitchen then. Besides didn’t you have ‘important business’ to discuss with my father?”

“You don’t think I can discuss the business with him on another time? The real reason I came here was to see you. Jolade I miss you.”

Jolade felt a tingle in her stomach but dismissed it; she wouldn’t let him win.

“Ayoola, there is nothing to miss; please just leave,” Jolade dismissed him with a wave of her hand and turned to the food container.

“Jolade,” Ayoola said, barely a whisper.

Jolade felt the hair at the back of her neck stand, but she didn’t turn. She slid the container cover on and walked to the fridge beside the counter.

“Jolade, if you won’t talk to me just listen to me. I miss you so much, ever since that party, I feel I lost a piece of myself, I never meant to hurt you, I won’t even dare to. What happened was a honest mistake and I have been trying to beg since then. I really care about you even if you might not see it. You are amazing in ways you don’t even know, you are fierce and the way you talk, that special way you talk. It’s just wow. I don’t know how else to let you know this but I’m in love with you Jolade, I have tried to dismiss my feelings but I cannot, they keep creeping in and there is nothing I can do,” Ayoola paused for effect. “I just want you to forgive me, I can’t forgive myself for what happened, even if my feelings might not be reciprocated, just forgive me please.”

Jolade stood frozen at the fridge, not daring to move; this man just bared his heart to her but is he telling the truth? She does feel a type of way towards him but was that love? Why does everything have to be so complicated?

She closed her fridge door and turned- Ayoola was behind her; he was standing with his heart in her hands and tears in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Jolade whispered under her breath. Jolade felt her heart-tugging; seeing Ayoola this way did things to her; she didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t like seeing him this way.

“Ayoola,” Jolade started to say, “I forgive you, okay,” Jolade threw her hands in defeat. “These past few weeks have been hell; I have been thinking of you non-stop, I tried to stop and convince myself that you were bad for me, but the feelings keep coming back stronger,” Jolade said.

A smile crept up to Ayoola’s face even though his face was streaked with tears.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Jolade smiled at him, “I am not saying I love you or anything, but you know; I l-word you,” she said amidst giggles.

“I will take what I can get,” Ayoola said and closed the space in between them to land a kiss on her lips.

Jolade held her breath when Ayoola’s lips touched hers; his lips felt like home; she counted the hours till she could kiss him again; she did miss him. Ayoola grabbed her waist and held her firmly against him. Jolade pressed her lips harder against his and gave in to him. Ayoola took her lips and fed on them, Jolade managed a little moan in his mouth, and he smiled.

“I really did miss that,” Ayoola broke the kiss.

“Me too,” Jolade bit her lips. She was sure her face was turning into another color.

Ayoola threw his arms around and brought her head to his chest; he squeezed her ass with one hand and rubbed her head, “Am I forgiven now?”

“I am still a little mad at you,” Jolade whispered.

“Are you people done in the kitchen or I have to knock some sense into the two of you?” the Chief voice rang out from the dining room.

“Yes, we are done, sir,” Ayoola shouted.

Jolade giggled in his arms; it felt nice.

“I have to get back to the Chief now, I need to talk to him and head on home, it is getting late.”

“No,” Jolade groaned.

“No what? I shouldn’t go?”

“You are not going home tonight,” Jolade whispered.

“Oh wow,” Ayoola smirked.

“Go talk to my daddy. Then I will take you to my room and let you do things to me,”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ayoola smiled, releasing Jolade from his hold. “I love you, Jolade,” he said.

Jolade blushed as she watched him leave the kitchen. There was no way she could face her father in this state, she was weak in the knees, and she was sure she would fall if she attempted to walk. Jolade sank to the floor with a smile. Yes, she was in love with this human.

I didn’t plan for it to get all lovey-dovey; now I have to reach for a tissue because this is all so sweet. I hope you guys enjoyed reading the story as much as I loved writing it. Let me know how much you liked this post in the comments.

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