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      justseyi
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      They say don’t mix business with pleasure, but I couldn’t help it. The spark between Bidemi and me was impossible to ignore.

      It started in October 2023, the moment she joined our office as a graduate intern. She was masc-presenting, dressed well, and looked like she just stepped out of a fashion editorial. From day one, I was smitten. I started positioning myself to become her friend. Every time we bumped into each other at the café, I’d compliment her outfit, her shoes, her haircut — anything to start a conversation.

      What I didn’t know then was that she had also noticed me, but she was too shy to approach. One day, as we were all leaving the office, one of her friends hyped her up enough to collect my number. That was how we started talking. No dating yet, just lots of heavy flirting.

      It was hot and cold in the beginning. We’d flirt all night over text, but in the office, she acted withdrawn. She wouldn’t even acknowledge me, which felt weird and honestly disrespectful. So, I ghosted her.

      I didn’t think it was extreme. I didn’t expect her to be all over me at work, but some public recognition would’ve been nice. When I cut communication, I figured she’d reach out when she was ready to be mature about whatever we were doing.

      And she did — in the most dramatic way.

      She walked all the way to my office block (which was far from hers), just to demand a lunch date so we could talk things through. I thought it was the cutest thing. After that lunch, things moved fast. More lunch dates, late-night calls, and whispered conversations at the office. Our coworkers began to suspect, but we didn’t care. We had each other — and we loved it.

      Eventually, we officially got together.

      But cracks began to show once things got serious. Bidemi started acting jealous. She wanted me to cut off every other romantic interest in my life. I didn’t have a problem doing that — I liked her enough to go all in. But the problem was that she wasn’t willing to do the same. She kept entertaining her own flings, and that double standard became a problem.

      We fought about it and broke up for a month.

      But distance made the heart grow foolish. We missed each other so much, and soon texting turned into a movie date. That movie date ended in her bed. After sex, she asked me to be exclusive with her again. I said yes. I shouldn’t have.

      I truly believed we were stronger now. I cut everyone off, focused on my babe, and even tried to accommodate her flirty nature. I convinced myself it was harmless since she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else. But I was so, so wrong.

      The real threat wasn’t random strangers — it was her flatmate, Sarah.

      They’d moved in together during NYSC. At first, I didn’t mind. I thought Sarah was straight and just a close friend. But Sarah was clearly in love with Bidemi. And Bidemi, in return, would drop everything for her.

      She once left our date halfway because Sarah had cramps. Another time, she left my house at 2 a.m. because Sarah thought she heard an intruder. I kept wondering how a petite babe like her thought she could fight off an intruder. It made my brain itch how far Bidemi would go for her.

      I didn’t push too hard. I didn’t want to be that evil girlfriend asking her partner to drop her friends. So I stayed quiet — until December 2024, when everything exploded.

      It was our one-year anniversary, and I decided to surprise her.

      I walked into her apartment and straight into heartbreak. There they were: Bidemi and Sarah, having sex. And not just any sex. Sarah was topping her — something Bidemi never let me do. I stood there frozen. Then I snapped.

      I told Sarah off, accusing her of ruining my relationship. But she spun it around, saying I was the intruder in their relationship. According to her, she and Bidemi had been together since they moved in. I was just some point Bidemi was trying to prove.

      And what did Bidemi do?

      Nothing. She just kept telling me to calm down and leave. “It’s not what you think,” she said. But it was exactly what I thought.

      I walked out.

      A week later, she came to my house to talk. That’s when she admitted it: she was polyamorous and had been managing multiple relationships. I laughed. It felt like a convenient label for someone who just got caught cheating.

      We had sex one last time — and yes, it was amazing — then I cut her off for good.

      She still tries to reach out now and then, but I don’t respond. I’m done with chaos and dishonesty. I’m focused on myself now.

      And honestly? I love it here.

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