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Chinwem and Clement OUT OF ORDER SERIES: BOOK SIX * * * * * _ Clement Ugwu springs upon Chinwem Chloe Nwabuagu out of nowhere. He is hell-bent on getting her to be his, persistent and there is nothing she can do to dissuade him. * * * * * 'You will never be able to run away from me Chloe,' he told her, their faces inches apart. Then, from his hands on her shoulders, his left hand travelled to the back of her neck in the speed of lightning, arched her neck back a bit as his lips descended on hers, hot and urgent. * * * * * _ He wasn't her father, the Nwabuagu tiger. He was not one of her three exes, John, Collins and Chima. Clement loved her. Well, the others had claimed to love her too until they had seen, beheld all that was her, her true form, unlovable, repulsing, twisted and void. What made Clement different? _ She couldn't find a solid reason to set him apart from his predecessors. They all pursued her relentlessly, tirelessly, claiming to want her, desire her. They all made her theirs, later falling in love with her, building and planning a future with her. Then, they all fell out of love with her when they saw the truth of her form. _ Therefore, when Clement had come into her life, she had raised her walls higher, been thrice on guard. Yet, he had slipped past all of her defenses and straight into her heart like cupid's arrow, melting it along with her walls and barricade. She had had no idea of when all these had happened for he had been as swift as an unexpected tide. * * * * * _ Will Chinwem open her heart to Clement or will she hang on to her past, allowing the darkness of her past to haunt her away from him? * * * * * I hope you enjoy @ OmaPhinaPhire

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Chapter 2

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He was there the next day, and it absolutely annoyed her, irked her. Did he really have nothing else to do apart from startling and stalking her? He gave her one of those his mischievous yet innocent smile. She was beyond vexed. How dare he? The bastard was hell-bent on turning her into a high blood pressure patient. She tried to tune down her livid anger.

'Are you really that idle? Don't you have anything else to do? Are you unemployed?'

'Well, it seems so my sweet,' he teased, infuriating her.

'Don't call me that!' she snapped ruthlessly, 'I am not your sweet or whatever. I am Chloe. Do not address me by what I am not.'

'You are pretty,' he said. The statement surprised her. She hadn't expected such words after her irritated outburst. 'Therefore, I shall call you pretty because you indeed are. Let me rephrase my former reply.' He stared deeply into her eyes. 'Well, it seems so pretty.'

'I am not pretty,' she murmured after a while.

'You are my swee-'he laughed at his near blunder. She blinked. 'You are pretty Chloe.'

'Is that why you keep following me?' she asked with slanted eyes.

'I do not chase you because you are pretty Chloe. I do so because you attract me. I desire you my sweet. That,' he pointed out, 'is why I do so.' She sneered.

'That is ridiculous,' she said.

'How so?' he demanded.

'Please Mr. Stalker; I am in no mood for your balderdash. I am tired and also equally famished.'

'I am called Clement,' he informed her with a satisfied grin.

'I do not care. Please Mr. Stalker, leave me be. I beg of you.' She did not wait for him to speak, turning and leaving. She was none of the things he said she was. She knew that. She shook her head in pity for him. He was sick in the head and she believed that with all her heart.

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