The Irresistible beauty Series

IRRESISTIBLE BEAUTY is a super romance genre story that is based on Fresho and Lara. Fresho, a well-known rich musician, doesn't believe in love. Mention the word love to him and be tossed away like you never cross his path. However, his perspective changes when he comes across a striking photograph of an incredibly beautiful lady. He can't believe someone can possess such breathtaking beauty naturally, without any digital photoshop or makeup. Intrigued, he feels an irresistible urge to meet this person and after he does, he becomes captivated by her beauty, unable to stop thinking about her. And then the love turns into an irresistible obsession and undeniable affection. Lara,  a bright, bubbling, and ambitious college lady with good grades. Her smile could brighten up a dark room. She has dreams and wants. She wants to make her parents proud, be an excellent example to her brother, and be a good ambassador of her religion. She believes courting a man is forbidden until she is ready for marriage. Until she heard a musician's voice on her dorm's mate speaker. Can the belief of no romantic relationship before marriage continue even after she meets this wealthy, handsome man who crept into her heart just by listening to his song? His voice? Will their differences in wealth and social class, as well as challenges from families and friends, hinder them from being together? ********* "Because I wanted to see you," Fresho says, and I am taken aback for the hundredth time today. "Why did you want to see me?" I ask, curiously. "I don't know... I don't know, Lara," he says, desperation creeping into his tone. He continues, "I've never cared about any woman in my life the way I care about you. Ever since the day I laid eyes on you, I've been confused about myself. I miss you constantly, I want to see you, to see your beautiful smile over and over again." His confession almost convinces me, the sincerity in his voice and the way he looks at me seem genuine, but I refuse to be fooled. "I know you may not believe me, but I'm telling the truth, and I'm serious about you. I've never been this serious in my entire life," he says, his eyes pleading. For a moment, I look away because my heart is succumbing to his words, falling for his face repeatedly. My heart beats rapidly in response to his confession. I wish everything he just said were true, but I remind myself that the weak fall in love, as he himself stated. If this is all part of the game he mentioned the strong play, then he's a skilled player. He got me. "You don't even know me. It hasn't even been a week since we met. This is only our third encounter. Isn't it too early for such strong feelings?" I say, Why would he develop feelings for me when he already has a girlfriend? Tola's words and Sade's expression earlier today explained it all. "I know it's too early, way too early. I don't understand myself either. This is the first time I've felt this way about anyone, so I'm certain about these feelings. Please believe me," he pleads. The intensity of his gaze is starting to irritate me. How can he be this convincing? I can't help but feel sorry for the women who have fallen for his false confessions, because I'm certain I'm not the first. "Believe you? How can I believe you when you're already in a relationship? You have a girlfriend, for goodness sake. How can you claim to care about me? How is that even possible?" I question him angrily, and he scowls. "What? Me? Girlfriend? I don't have one," Fresho shakes his head as he speaks.

"You don't need to say sorry.I can tell that you are not. Hope you have not thrown away my stuff because I am getting them back. I don't want all that stuff in my room." "But you need them." Fresho whimpers, "Trust me, I don't. I don't need new stuff." I say. "Lara, calm down. I don't want us to fight and please don't misunderstand me. I did it for you because I have the money. Trust me, I wanted to do more than that. I can afford hundreds of them. I know you were cool with all your stuff but there is no sin in changing them to a new one. They are just gifts," He says persuasively.  "Well, I don't see it that way. I am beginning to feel like you are seeing taking care of me as your responsibility." I say, "So, what's wrong with that? I am your boyfriend for goodness sake." His voice is getting harsh and it is getting on my nerves. Coming from someone that doesn't want us to fight. "Yes, that's it. You are my boyfriend, not my parents." I say, still sounding calm but I am getting angry. I don't know how far this calmness can go. "So as your boyfriend, I can't take care of you when it is obvious I have the money." "No. There is a limit to everything. You can buy me gifts but having an obligation to do things for me or take care of me is not part of your role. You are my boyfriend, not my husband. "Well, yes. I am not your husband yet but I will be one day. Which means I will be responsible for your well-being soon. What difference does it make if I start now? I don't know why you normally overthink something you should be happy about." Fresho says, his voice is harsh and it annoys me.  "What if we don't end up marrying each other. What if we are not meant to be." I say it with a snap but I regret saying it immediately. The moment the statement comes out of my mouth, Fresho's body language changes and furrows his face,  "What did you just say? What ….what do you mean by that?" He asks anxiously. "I didn't say we will not end up  together. But you know man proposes but God disposes." I say, trying to use a quote to back up my wrong words so that it won't sound like a threat anymore. He breathes in and out deeply and says,  "Even God knows how much I love you so He won't take you away from me. No one will."  He says confidently. He is sounding like it is a do-or-die affair. Like if I don't marry him something will happen to him.  "Well, I love you too but I will not accept all those things. Tell your men to send back my stuff and pack all that away from my room." I say and I look away. "I don't have anywhere to take them to. You can throw them away if you detest them so badly. But mind you I will still replace them with more, expensive ones." He retorts and I look at him. I can tell that he is angry. "You are just trying to have total control over my life and I won't allow that," I say in a low but sharp voice. "Why not? Why can't I? When you have done the same thing to me. You have taken total control over my life to the extent that I can't go a minute without thinking about you. I can't even think straight anymore. I find myself thinking of how to protect you, making sure that you are safe. How to make you comfortable, not lacking anything and many more. Even when I am working, you are always there. You are fucking engraved permanently in my brain to the degree that I will not be myself if I don't hear your voice. And you are here saying I want to have control over your life? If I can, I will too. If you know what you are doing to me, you will not be talking like this." He says angrily, his speech is fast and

"Apologize? For what? I already told you I didn't do anything wrong. I just did what I thought was good for this family. So what should I apologize for? I will never allow that foolish girl to be part of our family. Never!!!" Fresho's mum emphasizes the 'never'.  She looks back at Fresho as soon as she finishes talking and her eyes meet mine. She moves closer, not believing her eyes that I am actually in the room. When she is sure I am the one, she becomes angrier. "What is this girl doing here?" Fresho's mum points at me. Her eyes are darting in anger. The moment the question comes out of Fresho's mum's mouth, Fresho flinches, shifts to my face, and covers me. My heartbeat increases and I begin to panic. "What she is doing here is none of your business mum. Leave!!!" Fresho shouts at his mum. I pull his clothes, trying to tell him not to shout at his mother. "It is my business. She is the one that turned you against me. She is the reason you are not listening to me." Fresho's mum says. Her voice is controlling the whole room. Loud and frightened.  As soon as she finishes her statement, She takes steps towards me, raises her hand to slap me and I bend backward, panicking, expecting the slap to land on my cheeks.  Fresho jumps down instantly, moving to my front to shield me but the drip hanger draws him back. He looks down on his hand and within seconds he forcefully rips the needle out of his hand and stands in front of me with his arms stretched widely. "If you touch a strand of hair in her body– I will bite my tongue and kill myself right now, right here!!!" Fresho says to his mum and I dilate my eyes in shock.  His voice is loud and tense like he meant what he just said. It happened so fast that I almost don't know how it happened. My heart is thumping swiftly and my hands and body are shaking. Everyone in the room looks so shocked too, Including Fresho's mum. She hangs her hand in the air as her eyes widened in shock My heart literally stops the moment Fresho flies to my front, thinking the slap will land on his cheek. I sigh with relief when I do not hear any slapping sound. Because I can't imagine Fresho taking a slap for me in his present situation. "Ayo, blood….." Tunde says, rushing to Fresho.  My gaze moves to Fresho's hand and I see blood dripping down from the hand that he just ripped out the drip's needle from. He obviously didn't know until Tunde talked. He looks at the hand briefly and looks back to his mum again, not minding the blood and still doesn't put down the hand. He seems like he doesn't care, like stopping his mum from hurting me is his only priority. He looks desperate and determined. Tunde tries to take the hand that is dropping blood but Fresho jerks it away from him and faces me. "Are you okay?" He asks me in terror, holding my shoulders. His eyes are flickering in fear.  Oh God, why is he asking me that when he is the one dripping blood? He is still worried about me, even in this situation? ******** Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles?

Apologize? For what? I already told you I didn't do anything wrong. I just did what I thought was good for this family. So what should I apologize for? I will never allow that foolish girl to be part of our family. Never!!!" Fresho's mum emphasizes the 'never'.  She looks back at Fresho as soon as she finishes talking and her eyes meet mine. She moves closer, not believing her eyes that I am actually in the room. When she is sure I am the one, she becomes angrier. "What is this girl doing here?" Fresho's mum points at me. Her eyes are darting in anger. The moment the question comes out of Fresho's mum's mouth, Fresho flinches, shifts to my face, and covers me. My heartbeat increases and I begin to panic. "What she is doing here is none of your business mum. Leave!!!" Fresho shouts at his mum. I pull his clothes, trying to tell him not to shout at his mother. "It is my business. She is the one that turned you against me. She is the reason you are not listening to me." Fresho's mum says. Her voice is controlling the whole room. Loud and frightened.  As soon as she finishes her statement, She takes steps towards me, raises her hand to slap me and I bend backward, panicking, expecting the slap to land on my cheeks.  Fresho jumps down instantly, moving to my front to shield me but the drip hanger draws him back. He looks down on his hand and within seconds he forcefully rips the needle out of his hand and stands in front of me with his arms stretched widely. "If you touch a strand of hair in her body– I will bite my tongue and kill myself right now, right here!!!" Fresho says to his mum and I dilate my eyes in shock.  His voice is loud and tense like he meant what he just said. It happened so fast that I almost don't know how it happened. My heart is thumping swiftly and my hands and body are shaking. Everyone in the room looks so shocked too, Including Fresho's mum. She hangs her hand in the air as her eyes widened in shock My heart literally stops the moment Fresho flies to my front, thinking the slap will land on his cheek. I sigh with relief when I do not hear any slapping sound. Because I can't imagine Fresho taking a slap for me in his present situation. "Ayo, blood….." Tunde says, rushing to Fresho.  My gaze moves to Fresho's hand and I see blood dripping down from the hand that he just ripped out the drip's needle from. He obviously didn't know until Tunde talked. He looks at the hand briefly and looks back to his mum again, not minding the blood and still doesn't put down the hand. He seems like he doesn't care, like stopping his mum from hurting me is his only priority. He looks desperate and determined. Tunde tries to take the hand that is dropping blood but Fresho jerks it away from him and faces me. "Are you okay?" He asks me in terror, holding my shoulders. His eyes are flickering in fear.  Oh God, why is he asking me that when he is the one dripping blood? He is still worried about me, even in this situation? ******** Fresho, a wealthy musician and CEO, finds himself obsessively in love with Lara, a simple college girl, to the point that he is diagnosed with Obsessive love disorder. Their intense connection faces opposition from Fresho's disapproving family and challenges from their friends. Will their love conquer all obstacles?