"Adetutu Johnson, the young popular nigerian celebrity otherwise known as Tutu Johnson was spotted yesterday with a fine young man.

Her fans and lots of blogs are speculating about who this young man could be and some are claiming that he is her boyfriend, while some claims that he is her latest flame..." I switched to another channel as I shook my head at the way news travelled fast gulping down the cold champagne in the glass.

It's funny how people can speculate and tells news about my next to non existent love life and I wondered how surprised most of them will be to know that. I smile as my face came on screen for the popular detergent; X advert.

Tunde had somehow managed to be captured with me yesterday despite our discretion and I wondered if I'd ever have any privacy in my life. Contrary to what my fans and others were saying, Tunde wasn't my boyfriend or latest flame as they put it. I scoffed at that thought.

Rather, he was my elder brother's best friend which resulted to him being my only family left in a way. He was happily married with two kids, who I always made sure to keep a  good or should I say, a modest appearance for.

Their mother has turned out to be a real blessing to Tunde and a very good friend to me. I wasn't worried about her getting angry at the news, I knew it was only a matter of time before she called me and we'd laugh at it off together. Same goes for the public, it was only a matter of time before they find a new juicy gist.

I scrolled through the popular LindaIkeji blog and checked through the comments of that particular post about me and Tunde.

"They look good together.

Awwn❤️

Abegi, that girl is too proud. She will be doing as if she's the best, she probably just playing the guy.

Slut!!!

Beautiful

She has everything and still won't leave the guys to us, she's just a terrible person." That particular comment got me as I stopped and read the replies.

"Don't you see how she dress, of course the guys will go for her.

True, she's a slut jare!

Ashewo!" I stopped at that particular one, I was used to the hateful comments but that doesn't mean it still doesn't hurt.

I wondered why people always think I got everything in my life together. If I was being honest with myself, I knew the answer pretty well. It was because I'm a celebrity but sometimes, I wish they knew how wrong they were.

I'm an orphan, I lost my whole family at a young age. I had to struggle as a young teenager before I met FemiFemo by dumb luck.

Femi own an organization that provides video vixen for music videos and because of my situation back then, I just accepted the work and my first video became a big hit because I acted as a love interest, the video  made me very popular and I got more and more contract.

I am no longer a video vixen. I am now an actress and sometimes used as love interests for music videos but old habits die hard and I still dress most times as a video vixen because It was what I have become comfortable wearing and also because I saw nothing bad in it, it was after all what made me.

I poured more of the champagne into the glass as I heard the doorbell to my big house. I didn't bother standing up to change since I didn't mind wearing just a bralette and bum short showing half of my butt in front of anyone.

"Hi girl." Shalewa, which I call Lewa said as she strolled in with a cup of her favorite coffee with her. She bent down to hug me, dropping her bag on the chair as she brought out her tablet.

"Good morning." I said as I stared at her outfit, Lewa has been my manager for 3 years and she was what you'd call the closest thing I had to a friend but we were complete opposite.

This particular morning, she was dressed in a very bright yellow off shoulder three quarter jumpsuit. Her makeup was proper and not a hair on her head was out of place. She was what you'd call beautiful and modest. I've never seen her wear any clothe that shows off any part of her personal body part as a lady to the world and I was sometimes a bit envious of that.

"She was pretty without trying and quite successful without being a slut." My mind taunted as I took in a deep breath.

"We didn't grow up with the same opportunity and we had definitely had to make different choices, I don't regret mine." I thought as I shot her a huge smile and started.

"So, what's on the schedule for the day." I ask, watching her drink her coffee as she scrolled through something on her tablet.

"You have two interviews and a shooting of the soap advert in the afternoon. One of the interview will be shoot, edited and posted later while you have a live one by 12. That leaves us with 3 hours for you to prepare because that's the first thing on your schedule today." She said, looking up at me.

"Okay then, I'll just go get ready. What do you suppose I wear?" I asked for her opinion.

"Well, Let's go see what you have." She said following me into my extremely large bedroom.

"Did you see the news?" She ask, making small talk as I got ready to take a shower.

"Yea." I replied absentmindedly.

"I wonder how they found out with the amount of precautions we took." She mused aloud, I made a sound to acknowledge her as I walked into the bathroom.

By the time I was done, Lewa was on the phone talking to someone as I took note of the clothe on the bed. There was red mini leather gown with a thin strap alongside a black high heels with straps.

"I'm gonna look fucking hot the guy's are gonna be hard." I grinned at the thought. Well, what would you have me do. A girl's gotta please.

***

"So, Tutu Johnson can you tell us how your experience has been in the industry so far?" The interviewer ask me as I shot her a fake smile.

"They never ask about the before, they just ask about the after. Useless people." I thought as I replied her.

"Well you know, being in the industry is just one of the most challenging but best opportunity I've had in my life. There has been the up's and down but it has been great so far." I replied.

"Okay, that's great. So tell us, any competition?" She asked as I smiled into the camera, I was live anyways.

"Well yea, I mean competition is everywhere but..." She stopped me by adding in another question.

"So, how do you deal with it?" She asked.

"Well, for one, competition is unavoidable so the best way to still hold value is to be good at what you do. You have to give value for whatever you do and people would recognize you for what you do." I grinned inwardly, I knew that little word of advice would be trending with my name in a few hours.

"That's superb, any upcoming projects?"

"Ooh yea, I have two movie coming up. I'll be shooting in the next three weeks but before then I might as well chill and netflix a bit, don't y'all think." I said, earning a laughter from the interviewer and I was certain, from the viewers too.

"Alright, we'd be looking forward to that. So, your fans wants to know.

Is there any special guy in the picture?" She asked. I knew that this was their way of confirming the rumors about I and Tunde. It wasn't the first time, I have gotten used to the question so I gave my usual answer with a blinding smile.

"No, there's no special guy in the picture at the moment." I said. She seem to hesitate a bit as if trying to gauge if I was lying, before moving on.

"Alright, does that means that the guys are free to shoot their shot?" She said as I answered.

"It's a free world, isn't it?" I said, laughing at her as she nodded in reply with a smile of her own.

Everything was going smoothly and the day was going without a hitch until I was done with my last appointment which was the shoot.

I was outside pretending to be talking about the shoot and concept with the other model but actually flirting as I waited for Lewa who was having a talk with the manager. I was so engrossed in my conversation that I didn't hear the commotion around me until it was almost too late.

"Tutu, get out of the way!" Someone yelled as I turned to ask what was happening but not before Idris- I think that is his name-, the model pushed me out of the way as bullet flew all over the place.

Lewa crawled to me and scanned me all over, trying to see if I was hurt as I start to feel dizzy, probably because I hit myself too hard when I fell.

"You are bledding." Lewa's gasp was the last thing I heard as I finally succumbed to darkness.

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