Love in a time of bugatti

Love in a time of bugatti

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Romance
In the year 1967 in a small village in Ibadan in oyo state, Ariyike who lost her parents at a tender age fulfilled her dreams of becoming a landlady in Lagos state when Iya Agba named her the sole ownership of a dilapidated two story building. Dayo coker is the son of the richest man in Lagos. He is tall,dark and handsome and every woman's dream husband. His free times are for slim gals and fast cars. Very arrogant, proud and dangerous when crossed. Fate has a way of transporting the no nonsense Ariyike 53 years into the future bringing her and the arrogant son of a billionaire together. Can their love survive the hate and jealousy from an ex- girlfriend?
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Hard Man

Although no one knew it, Desire was struggling. It was highly unbelievable because as a top worker in one of Lagos' most exclusive and influential night clubs, she was making thousands every night. All her other friends were living large, and building houses, so why couldn't she? Her father had died five years ago, leaving them drowning in a sea of debt. Her mother was sick, and couldn't do anything, so from an early age Desire had had to wear the mantle of responsibility. A twenty six million naira debt was on her neck, and for five years, Desire had consistently been paying it off; while simultaneously keeping a roof over her mother's head, and saving up money for school. Salvation came at last; but in form of the hardest, most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon? General Babalola Halal. He was offering five million Naira for a whole month of exclusive sex. Pure, undiluted gratification. It was her job, and this offer was coming on a platter of gold. Even more tempting was the fact that it was the exact amount needed to be free of her father's debt. Completely. But he was hard, and demanding, and excruciatingly virile. Accepting this posed a risk far greater than millions. The stark reality of losing everything she stood for, and gaining nothing in return because a man like this never gave anything of himself. He was rich, five million Naira meant nothing to him. But she knew what she was getting into, she knew how addictive his touch was, and how hard it was to stay sane around him. Could she do this? Was losing her sanity a price she was willing to pay?

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