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When we were in love

`When we were in love everything seems perfect even though it's not.` Lead image https://unsplash.com/photos/PuXLavCTUvk I am a girl in my early thirties, a working-class lady and I live alone, taking care of all my bills all by myself because I don't like it when guys think bad about girls so I choose to stand on my own without looking up to any guy for money.

Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/oj2nLF70ya4 I work in a bank, though the pay is not that much but I tried my possible best to set up a little provision business which I collected a salesgirl to keep an eye on it for me and whenever I come back from work I resume there as well. Until one day that this sexy guy came to make a huge deposit at our bank and you all know that such customer must be treated nicely if you are the type that always takes a huge amount of money to the bank you can testify to that, so I was just nice to him as a banker to a customer no string attached After work, I resumed back to my business (shop) as usual, and my sales girl keep selling while I was doing account of what I want to to get from the market in my next going there, I just heard one sweet, thick, and smooth voice talking to my sales girl though they are arguing on something which I don't know

Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/m4eG_7i2k3s When I discovered that the argument did stop for some seconds I decided to go there and see what was going on and what the argument is all about, guess who I saw there it was the same sexy guy that came with a huge amount of money to my office this morning. Then I was like wow you again and then he was like me! Again, sorry madam have we met before? I felt sad a little bit but because his voice is too attractive and his body got my attention I couldn't hold myself back from introducing myself to him. **Introduction part** **Me**: Oh you don't remember my face? **Him**: no madam **Me**: I was the cashier that helped you this morning **Him**: oh no sorry madam, my bad I couldn't recall that face ma'am **Me**: oh no problem **Him**: so what are you doing here **Me**: smile it's my little business that I am managing aside from my office job (smiling). **Him**: you called this a little business? Ma'am this is not little at all **Me**: that's a compliment, thanks with a smile on my face, nice meeting you am Tobi by name **Him**: Oh it's my pleasure am Sadiq by name, so can we know each other better? Here is my card you can give me a call when you are less busy **Me**: hmmm(butterfly in my belly) I was so happy within me that a sexy and handsome guy gave me his card wah-wah, oh ok I will definitely give you a call Then he bought so many things and left that day, I was happy because there is a spark in his eyeballs that I couldn't resist, so the next morning I woke up so happy and feeling good which is unusual of me and when I got to work people keep asking me what happened to me or sis someone gave me money Then I will be like am just happy because am happy ha or can't someone just be happy? I refuse to share what the source of my happiness was, I just keep smiling all to myself. Immediately after we closed from work on my way home I grabbed his card and put a call through to him because I can't wait to hear that his sweet voice again And we talked for over 1hour on the phone and that was how our love started because I have already fallen madly in love with him before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Love is sweet when you are with the right person, everything seems perfect while we are still dating as boyfriend and girlfriend but when we finally got married the tune changed, let's talk about it in my next post, thanks for reading, and I am so sorry but I haven't been visiting your post or reply everyone's comment is just that am so busy with work lately but I promise as soon as am done I will reply it all, thanks for understanding *This is just a fictional story writing by your baby girl* **™**esthery.

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