In my Ugliness

🚦Chapter 61🚦

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Chapter 61

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After a short morning counselling with a few people, Gbadamosi fixed a consultancy meeting with one Mr. Guchaks to discuss his plans to build a hostel.

Now, seated at a restaurant, plates of half-eaten meals and empty glasses before Mr Guchaks, "I'm going to say what I say to all ny clients, pllanning is crucial. Don't rush. To get the best and lasting result, prioritize quality over speed." Gbadamosi advice then he continued, "I'll draft a comprehensive plan, including budget projections and timelines. Shall we meet again next week to review? This time at the location."

"Mehn, it must be a sacrifice to leave architecture for ministry work cause, you really have a ministry here." Mr Guchaks said with a hint of the northern accent.

Gbadamosi laughed, "I have a ministry in God too. I'm having the best of both worlds, I try my best to set my priorities straight, God first. ." "Same thing my friend said, he said, don't call him during church time, he won't answer you oh."

"That reminds me, it's my wedding month, so.. I'll be really scarce."

Mr. Guchaks nodded with a smile, "Well, congratulations. I was duely informed about the wedding. One more thing, do you know any reliable surveyors?" Mr Guchaks asked and Gbadamosi promised to get him a trusted friend.

Mr. Guchaks agreed, standing up. "Thank you, Mr Gbadamosi. I look forward to seeing the plan."

"My pleasure, Mr. Guchaks," Gbadamosi smiled, shaking hands.

Soon, the man exited the restaurant while Muyiwa walked in, his eyes scanning the room for a free seat until they landed on Gbadamosi, who stood by the entrance. He didn't expect to see him. A striking, light-complexioned woman stood across from Gbadamosi, flashing a captivating smile.

As Gbadamosi's eyes met hers, the woman ran her hand across her body. She wanted his eyes to literally feast on her hour glass body shape. The peach gown she wore, hugged her curves in all the right places. The fitted dress showcased her generous bosom but Gbadamosi seemed indifferent.

As she settled into her seat, she subtly adjusted her position, pressing her bosom upwards in a gentle, deliberate motion. "I've been waiting forever for that conversation to end," She said and Gbadamosi's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on his face.

"Who are you?" He asked, his tone cautious.

"My name is Beauty, and you're my beholder," She replied, her smile growing wider. "What??" "No, for real, my name is Beauty. What do you say we skip this place and find somewhere cozier, where you can truly behold my beauty in all its glory?" She said bitting on her lower lips.

Gbadamosi's expression turned incredulous. "Excuse you?" "What? Then you'll be convinced that truly, God finished work on me when he created me." She said flirtatiously.

He scoffed, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong person." "No, I don't. Let's not play games here; I know you're the Almighty Pastor Gbadamosi George but I can keep a secret. You don't have to follow me; I can give you an address."

Gbadamosi laughed, this was followed by a dismissive chuckle. "Okay, who sent you?"

Beauty's eyes rolled in exasperation. "I don't understand." "Do you usually approach peoplelike this?" Gbadamosi asked, his curiosity heightened, "Why do I have this feeling that you wouldn't do this on a normal day. Are you under duress?" He asked and she frowned.