Shades Of Deceit

Shades Of Deceit III


In the previous episode of Shades of Deceit

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‘Have you been having trouble sleeping?’ The doctor asked, lifting his face up from his writing.

Laide thought briefly about Sunday’s incident with the flashing phone light but decided that didn’t apply to the question. ‘No,’ she heard herself say, ‘is there a problem doctor?’

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‘How are you dearie?’

I’m great, his wife responded from the other end. He could feel the joy in her voice, even though it sounded sleepy.

‘Did I wake you up?’

‘No… you know I will not sleep without hearing from my sweetheart,’ she said, her voice teasing and sweet.

‘I know,’ Michael said, smiling sheepishly to himself. ‘Can’t wait to be with you tomorrow,’…


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I’m coming over.

You can’t, he quickly replied, his heartbeat picking up pace. This is a hotel!

You better leave your door open, so I don’t have to knock when I get there. You don’t want us waking up the other guests. I’m on my way.

Michael dashed to the door to open it up…
He rubbed his palms against each other, as his eyes stayed glued to the entrance of the door. He waited with bated breath as he allowed his heartbeat do a countdown to the arrival of trouble.



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Gwarimpa Estate, Abuja.


Laide took her husbands’ luggage from him as he stepped into the sitting room leading the way to their bedroom.

It didn’t escape her that his eyes shifted away from hers, preferring instead to draw her to himself in a warm hug. She sensed something was wrong, but she couldn’t lay a finger on it.

Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her, she thought to herself as she watched him take off his jacket, but why would he cut her call and switch off his phone, if there was nothing to hide? She asked herself, her lips mute but her eyes travelling, searching for signs on her husband that didn’t exist. The man was clean.

‘You will take a shower before your meal I guess?’ Laide asked, placing the luggage at the foot of the bed.

‘Sure,’ Michael replied as he unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes still very shifty, avoiding the gaze of his wife. He had an already scripted answer in his head but the question had not been asked. This was a delicate game of timing. Answer before the question is asked -you’re pronounced guilty. Don’t answer rightly when the question is asked -you’re also pronounced guilty. He just had to wait for the right time to spew forth the words he had already constructed in his head. With those thoughts running around in his mind, he made for the bathroom.

Laide watched his retreating figure as he disappeared into the bathroom. Her fingers reaching out for his phone immediately her ears picked out the sound of running water. She knew he would not be in the bathroom for more than five minutes, so there was no time to waste.

Her eyes narrowed on the calls log as she confirmed her number on his list, My Good Thing…03/09…22:20, she pushed the touch pad to the blackberry messenger, her fingers working feverishly on the device.

She found her subject and tapped on the touch pad to open up the chat history. Her salivary glands stopped functioning, leaving her mouth dry and her eyes all popped out as she stared at the nude pictures on the screen of the phone.

She shook her head, trying to get Ivie’s nude images off her vision as she searched for Priye’s ID on her husband’s phone. It seemed like a perfect case of Deja vu as she tapped on the touch pad to open up the chat history.

This chat has no subject. You can add it anytime using the menu…

She looked at the phone suspiciously, her face wrinkled in worry. Something was wrong.

How could Priye’s chat history be blank when just last week, it had some innocent church conversations?

Yes, her curiosity had led her to check her husband’s phone, particularly Priye’s conversations knowing that she would be in the company travelling to the conference. It had gladdened her then to see that they had only sparse discussions between them, the last one dating back to January, and prior to the church’s praise night. It was the singular reason she had not pressed for the inclusion of her loyal spy -Nike in the entourage.

‘But Nike would not have been able to stop them from chatting,’ she muttered to herself, Atleast she was sure nothing physical happened between them, seeing that Pastor Tony was part of the trip. There was no way they could have done anything unseemly with him hanging not too far off, she thought within herself, desperately trying to console herself.

‘If nothing happened physically, how could she be so sure nothing happened via chatting?’ She asked under her breath, her thoughts running riot. It was the singular reason the blank chat history bothered her.

What could have been in the chats with Priye that would have made her husband go as far as deleting chat history -another set of nude pictures?

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Michael stood directly under the shower, letting the water massage his head as it ran down his body. It was supposed to have a soothing effect but the confusion inside of him neutralised any of such effects.

She was in his head.

We can’t do this now. Not with Pastor Tony somewhere in the hotel. What if he comes to my room? He asked, protesting as tamely as he could as she sat astride him.

‘O ye of little faith. You have not received a spirit of fear, but of love,’ her voice cooed sensuously in his ears. Her lips munching the tip of his left ear lobe, setting his body aflame with desire.

It’s of power and of love and of a sound mind. He corrected her.

‘You’re the Pastor,’ she said as her hands navigated the familiar territory of his chest, ‘I’m a singer, I think it’s time you do your job so I can sing,’ she said as she cupped her breasts with his hands.

That was the exact moment the song Olo mi by Tosin Martins serenaded the room, it was his special ringtone for his wife.

She cut the call and put the phone off, tossing it further away from them before lining his lips with a hot kiss.

He was entranced.

‘Do you know I can’t remember when I cut the call and put off my phone? I was so fast asleep,’ Michael muttered to himself, rehearsing his answer to his wife’s anticipated question. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the rail and mopped his body. It was time to face the music and face it he must, he sighed as he stepped out of the bathroom.

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Gwarimpa, Abuja.


Nike glossed over the report on the table for the umpteenth time, she wanted to be sure there were no mistakes on the final edit copy of the report. She was that thorough.

Satisfied with the work, she rose up from her chair, picked up the report and made for the pastor’s office.

As she entered the office, she opened up the report and scanned through the pages again before placing it strategically in front of the chair on the desk. She wanted to make sure it would be the first thing he saw when he sat on his chair.

She was sure he had arrived Abuja from Lagos already, as she was the one who had booked a first flight for the trio who had gone for the conference. She however didn’t expect him in the office till it was about eleven thirty or twelve noon, as she knew he would first make a stop at home to see his wife before coming over to the office.

She let her fore finger drag on the Ciello executive desk, feeling the smooth finish of the exquisite furniture as she took a stroll around the office, her eyes surveying the room to make sure everything was in its proper place.

As her finger ran along the desk, memories of countless escapades on top of the desk flooded her mind but the memory of the first time, stood out from the others -it was a classic.

‘We can’t do this,’ she pleaded, as they took a break from their long kiss.

‘Why?’ he asked, his eyes fierce like that of a predator.

She thought of a reason why they couldn’t do it and all of a sudden there was none, after-all she wanted it too. ‘You’re a man of God,’ she said almost in a whisper. Cursing herself deep down for the words that just came out of her mouth and hoping that he didn’t hear them.

‘You’re right, I’m a man of God,’ He said, his hands still wrapped around her waist, eyes staring deep into hers. ‘But I’m first a man, before I’m of God and right now, the man in this man of God wants this beautiful lady,’ he whispered into her ears as he lifted her up from the ground, sitting her gently on the desk.

The session was classic.

Nike snapped out of her reverie as she heard the hello sound from her office. It sounded like the voice of Pastor Ben. She took one last glance around the room as she hurried out to attend to the voice.

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Gwarimpa Estate, Abuja.


Michael could feel his wife’s eyes on him as he buttoned his shirt. He knew the question was going to drop anytime soon. He had the answer ready, Do you know I can’t remember when I cut the call and put off my phone? I was so fast asleep.

‘Why is Priye’s chat history blank?’ Laide asked, her eyes fixed fiercely on her husbands’. She wanted to take in every bit of his body movement, to know whether to believe his words or not.

Michael was transfixed. That was the wrong question. His head was still searching for an appropriate answer when he heard his mouth speak, ‘what sort of a nonsense question is that?’

‘The kind that a wife would ask?’ Laide fired back, her eyes showing her anger.

Michael kept quiet as he brushed his hair, peeping into the mirror to catch a glimpse of himself. As he dropped the brush on the shelf, he could feel the scalding eyes of his wife burn through his back. ‘I can see your mind has started cooking things up again, I will ignore you,’ he said as he made for the door.

Laide got up quickly from the bed and intercepted her husband, her eyes demanding a different answer from the one her husband was currently offering. ‘Have you started fooling yourself with Priye just like you did with Ivie?’ Laide asked, her voice laced with contempt.

The response was fast. It was a lightning slap across her face as the force of the back of his left palm sizzled on her right cheek, sending her crashing to the ground.

‘Don’t you ever talk to me in that tone of voice in your life again,’ Michael barked as he grabbed the car keys from the hangar, the sound of her sobs trailing him as he stormed out of the bedroom, shutting the door with a bang.


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32 thoughts on “Shades Of Deceit III” by Dee's hive (@dees-hive)

  1. Laide should better not kill herself because of this useless man that parades himself as man-of-God. Men will always be men, be it clergy or otherwise!

    1. @shovey you have become a constant in our points give away….at this rate you might just win a thousand points…you never can tell *smiling* thanks for stopping by…i appreciate it.

  2. Hmmmm Men of God…may God help us all o

  3. And the wife even knows her husband #manofGod can’t be trusted with women first ivie nw this…like I earlier said May God help us all especially His Servants the Men of God and to Ps Michael hope U r aware that Yielding to Temptations is sin according to the Bible

    1. @kosnie please help preach to our Pastor….thanks for stopping by…your thots are always appreciated

  4. The Top Commenters and thus last week’s points winners are @nalongo @shovey @ivie9ja and @menoveg You’ve surely made me better.

  5. whoosh!!! the pregnant woman has been slapped!

    1. @ayobare If you dont add drama to your comments…who will? always nice having you stop by

  6. Well written, easy to read. Good Job Dee.

    1. @mimiadebayo i appreciate you stopping by… good to know your thots…

  7. Ivie before, now priye in the hotel and Nike on the desk.
    Hehehehe pastor!!! Do you not fear the post, at least one girl is okay now, ahn.
    He even slapped madam, can you imagine.

    1. take it eaaassssyyy @ameenaedrees stop doing the body counts…*smiles* thanks for stopping by…its appreciated

    2. True @ameenaedrees jare, three women!
      How did he get the energy to make children with his wife.
      Adultery is terrible. DV is no laughing matter. Still you found a way to make this episode really entertaining.
      Good instalment again @dees-hive.

      1. @olajumoke …thinking about the energy part? *smiling* maybe he took lucozade boost or … anyways thanks for stopping by and dropping this most colourful comment. its appreciated…and Yes … Naija Heels On Cobbled Streets rocks!

  8. Awwwww… eh

    1. @kaymillion if only they would listen… *thanks for dropping the Awwwww ….i know where it came from*

  9. Man of God fear God ooooo. Great work Dees-hive

    1. @Pearl-Jess hmmn @Man of God …fear God oooo (if only they would listen) …nice to have you grace the page….its appreciated.

  10. Men of God & married men…may God help us all o

    1. @leofemmy Those 2 classes of men can be a handful …. trust me… and i say a big Amen to that Prayer…

  11. Things are happening oh! Chai!

    1. @Nalongo (Things are happening oh) i’m telling you …ur Chai! looks very incomplete …looks like it needs *diaris God o* to complete it…*winks* thanks for stopping by. appreciated

  12. Useless pastor, had 2 slap his pregnant wife just 2 cover his guilt…, enjoying d story joor, good job @Dee‘s hive

    1. @Raykeeyah thanks for stopping by…its a pleasure having to read your comment

  13. @dees-hive My dear sweet pretend cousing, thanks so much for the points, I’m trying to work my way up tp Scribe and possibly collect $20 from Naija stories sometime soon so thanks for the donation. Now I knew you were going to make my character a Wosh smh why? lol Ivie why? Nevertheless I am pleased to have a role in the story. Now Nike I will not add her to the pastors body count yet as you did not say that she slept with Micheal maybe she slept with Pastor Tony, we shall see I can’t wait for the next one :-)

    1. @ivie9ja its always a pleasure having you step on the page… I can suggest you try to be the first to always comment on SoD to have a guaranteed 50pts *winks* … (awoof) …plus a lil secret between us … there’s gonna be a ‘1000points giveaway at the Finale of this Serial … dont share that gist yet…keep it in the family. anyways…thanks for stopping by.

  14. Very nicely written as always. I found myself getting angry before I remembered its just fiction. Domestic abuse really ruffles my feathers.

    1. @mcsnol I can relate to that …thanks so much for stopping by …your comments have become a regular feature for me. i appreciate

  15. u go feeeeeear man of God na!

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