Victor and I were married in an elaborate ceremony in Lagos, Nigeria. Did I say ceremony? Sorry I meant CEREMONIES. We had the civil marriage at the Ikoyi Registry, a lavish traditional wedding ceremony and a very large church wedding. The grand finale was the reception that even now seems too big to me.
We were in love. Young and daring. Ready to take on the world.
The sex was great, romance was hot and more importantly, my husband is a good man.
The beginning
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There was nothing spectacular about our meeting.
Victor and I worked in the same firm. He was senior management I was a rookie who reported to him in the corporate sales team.
I was initially struck by his good looks and deep sexy voice but he was a slave driver hence I could not even think of him romantically.
About a year after I joined the firm, he asked me out on a date after one of our numerous mega sales. We saw a movie at the galleria, had a few drinks and he drove me home.
A few dates after, he was in my tiny bed making sweet sweet love to me. Over the weeks, the beds changed and the love making more intense. Got to know him better and discovered my sexy stud was a king: caring, selfless and very homely.
Met his family and he met mine and we ended up at the altar with big smiles as we said our vows. I still remember mine too well:
I, Gloria Olayeni, take you, Victor Oluwafemi, to be my husband.
I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health.
I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.
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