DEEP SECRETS
EPISODE 1
“You are the best friends I have had in my twenty seven years of life. The day Stanley
introduced me to you all; I had no clue as to how much blessing friendships with you all would become to me. I want to say
once again, thank you.” Eve began to sob;
Stanley and all his friends applauded her and stood to their feet to give her a hug.
When the hugging was over, Stanley took her into his hands and k!ssed away the tears on her face.
The next day was her
wedding with Stanley, a guy she had dated four years. The meeting was a private one.
Stanley’s six friends had hosted the two of them to bid them farewell into blissful
marital union. It was their tradition to do so each time one of them was to tie the
nuptial cord. Stanley and his six friends had known each other for years before Eve got know Stanley, and subsequently his
group of friends. Stanley had made it clear to all of the guys in the group that Eve was
not to be touched. His intentions were clear from the first day; he was going to
marry her. The group of friends was made of Mayo, Chucks, Clara, Stanley, Bimpe, Steve
and Stella – four guys and three girls in all. Bimpe and Stella were married while Clara
was still single. Amongst the guys, the last single guy was Stanley who was getting
married the next day. The group of friends was so knit together that they made shocking sacrifices for each other and
would go to war for one another.
The first day Eve hung out with them, she was put off by some of their crass and vulgar jokes. From the impression they
made on her, she concluded they were not the likes of people she would like to mingle with. She loved Stanley and could tell he
was a good guy, but what she could not figure out was what he was doing with the farouche group he called friends. They
were not orderly, gentlemanly and ladylike.
They talked rough and swore a lot. From her upbringing she learnt people should not behave that way. However as Stanley
kept spending time with his friends and Eve sometimes tagged along, she began to see Stanley’s friends differently. They were selfless; the sort of group who put their friends first in all they did. With time Eve came to realize she had judged them rather too quickly. As years rolled by, the
respect Eve had for Stanley and his friends grew. However there were things she didn’t know about them. Had she uncovered the litany of secrets which lay
amongst them, perhaps that would have changed the sad events which unfolded later.
A WEEK EARLIER
Eve was a deftly shaped pretty lady with a piquant mind. For Stanley Eve was his world. He often boasted that God looked
upon his soul, found his peculiar needs and then went to work to produce Eve for him. Those who knew Eve could not agree more. She was a bundle of beauty sealed in a package of gentle and quiet spirit. She
was graceful and had a natural charm which made her easily calm even the most stubborn men. In trying moments, she would cut the figure of a lily pushing
through a storm, surprising her friends with her veiled staying power. “I have always had a dream about what my wedding will look like. It is going to turn
out just the way I have dreamt it,” she said to Stanley who was standing by the kitchen door watching her ravishingly. “I
don’t care how the wedding turns out; all I want is to get married to you Eve.” Stanley
stepped away from the door and put his hands around her little, seductively sculptured body. “I don’t mind getting wedded to you right here,” Stanley continued. “You have held on for about
four years, there is no need to rush in now baby. Our wedding is a week away, after which you will know much a bad girl I
have prepared myself to be to you.” She winked at him, held him tightly and continued, “We will have the whole of our
lives to love each other, and we will never stop loving each other. I have a vow with
God to keep. The moment I say ‘I do’ on the altar, that vow will be broken and I will be yours forever.” Eve said, her voice
sounding like a songbird.
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THE WEDDING
Their church service was straight to the point; there was not much tales told by the
preacher. Eve had a word with the preacher earlier and asked he save his sermon for Sunday and wed them without too much homily about failed marriages
and how to save theirs from crashing. The preacher had laughed hard when Eve said
to him, “If you decide to preach long and delay us, the truth is you will have wasted
your time because I won’t remember a word from whatever you preach. On that day my mind will be on stripping down after my wedding, and letting Stanley have his way with my body. I have waited four years for it. I hope you won’t delay me any
further.” “If you have kept yourself and waited that much, which is pleasing in the
Lord’s sight, then I won’t delay you a second on that day,” the preacher had assured. After the exchange of vows and rings, the newly wedded couple had sessions of photo shots with relatives and friends; during which their friends gave all present a taste of the part which awaited
them at the reception. While Eve was taking shots with several guests, she had spotted two men in a car some distance
from their photo stand pointing at her and saying stuff she could not make out. When
her eyes met with theirs, they turned their faces away and drove away fast.
When Eve and Stanley left the reception, their destination was hotel de la crème, an
upscale hotel in the city famous for its international services. “We have dreamt this day for long and now it is here,” Eve
said as she held Stanley closer to her body. Stanley took her cue for what it was and
k!ssed her passionately. Eve relished every bit of his invading k!ss. She m0aned,
twisted herself and sat on his laps. Their driver had to wind up the glass between him and the couple he was taking to hotel
de la crème. Eve giggled and said to the driver, “Thanks for your understanding,” even though she knew he wasn’t going to
hear her. He had wound up the glass because the steamy passionate session between the couple at the back seat was
getting in the way of his driving. With the momentary privacy they had, Eve asked
Stanley, “Baby should I undress now?” She had the look on her face which gave Stanley the impression she wasn’t joking.
“You can’t be serious. How can you undress in a car taking us to the hotel?
What has come over you? This is unlike you.” “Didn’t I tell you I am a naughty girl in a good way? I have kept my vow with
God, now that I am married, please don’t deny me.”
Stanley looked at her curiously and began to laugh. Eve made a face, pretending she had some super power; she tried to pull
off Stanley’s head from his neck. Stanley fell back on the seat, tilted his head and played
dead. Eve put her hand under his armpit and tickled him. He laughed hard, sprang
up and raising his hands high like a bear about to claw its prey to death, he came
after her. Eve raised her hands in similar fashion and growling like a bear, she attacked him. Both of them held each other
in their hands and k!ssed until their car pulled up in hotel de la crème. Normally Eve should have waited for Stanley to get
down first and open the door for her, but she sprang out of the car first. Holding her wedding gown with one arm she ran to
the other side of the car and grabbed Stanley who had just stepped out of the car and led him into the hotel lobby,
hurrying to their room.
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In the room, both of them peeled their clothes off in a hurry. Just then there was a knock on the door. “Oh God, who is that?
Babe, ignore the knock,” Eve said with desperation. When the knock persisted Stanley slipped away from Eve, got in his
clothe and went to check who was at the door. Eve took the moment to use the restroom. While she was in the restroom, she heard a husky male voice ask Stanley,
“Where is she?” The question was
followed by a scream from Stanley. The man had hurt him. Eve flew out of the restroom and met Stanley in a pool of
blood on the floor. She was terrified and
screamed, “Help! Help! Somebody Help!” The man raised his hand, revealing a pistol with a silencer device on it barrel. Eve raised her hands in the air and pleaded,
“Please don’t shoot me! Don’t please!” The man fired shots at her, dropping her to the floor. In seconds the spot where she lay was stained with blood. Certain he had done his job, the man quietly closed the door and left.
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