Weruche woke the next morning feeling a kind of contented happiness. For a while, she was confused as her brain tried to process what she felt then it all came back, the events of the previous day. She stretched and got to her feet as the beautiful sun streamed in from her window bringing with it the pleasant smell of -- she turned to look at the bedside and saw a bunch of roses and her lips curved up in pleasure. How on earth had he been able to manage that while she was asleep?She picked up the roses and buried her nose in them inhaling the sweet fresh scent. What was it girls did when they got flowers.... They put them in a vase. She looked around and found out she did not have one, then she saw the card. 'love Karis.' It read simply and just like that, she felt a shiver of excitement go through her. If only he would say those words while looking into her eyes. She got up and padded on barefoot to the sitting room, she needed to find something to use as a vase. As she got
As quickly as his lips touched hers, Karis drew back. "Why are you crying?" His voice sounded rough. " Why are you kissing me like you want to punish me?" Her's was a mere whisper. She dropped her head, hiding her gaze and a shame she didn't know wasn't her's. This is a sizzling forbidden romance. If you would like to read, please add this book to your library, and please like the book to show support to the author. If you like happily ever afters in a romance between a rich playboy, and a poor innocent girl, as they go against all odds to prove their love for each other, then this book is for you
It was Christmas Eve and Weruche did not know what to do with herself. Her two older brothers had gone out, they were probably in a seedy joint by now, smoking weed and doing whatever guys who lived in their slum did on the twenty fourth. She glanced at her phone screen, the time was 6:20, it was already getting dark. Most young women her age would be preparing to go out by now-- to a friend or boyfriend's place and later to one of the many house parties and concerts that always took place at the end of the year. Most young women, just not her. She wasn't done with her chores yet, there was still some fresh fish she needed to cook, they didn't have a freezer and if she didn't cook it in time, it was going to get spoilt, yet she couldnt bring herself to get up. Every now and then, some good Samaritan sent some fresh fishes to everyone in the village, and she had always b
"Yay!" Brenda threw her arms around her friend in excitement. "So let's get you what to wear." She was already heading to Weruche's clothing bag on the floor. Zipping it open, Brenda searched through it a bit then flung a little white dress at her. "You're wearing this tonight." "No way!" Weruche said as soon as she saw what her friend wanted her to wear. "It's too revealing Brenda. I don't even know why I bought that dress in the first place." "Well you bought it for a time like this." Brenda insisted. Silencing her with a stern look. "You're wearing this tonight girl." Weruche conceeded wordlessly. There was no arguing with Brenda once she got bossy. She touched her hair. "I don't even know what to do with my hair, I didn't get it done and I don't have any wigs." She glanced at Brenda, trying not to fell insecure but her friend had used attachments to braid her hair in two s
Karis watched his best friend, Charles snort cocaine. He never understood what got people so hooked up on drugs. He had tried it a few times but there was something so souless about escaping loneliness in drugs, he preferred instead to bury it in the soft flesh of a willing woman. Yes he was lonely. He had more money than he could spend in a hundred life times but that was it. The women who flocked him didn't really care about him and neither did the multitude of fans who liked to pretend they were friends nor his Father who only cared that he lived long enough to inherit and bare future heirs. His mother had cared but that was a long time ago, she was dead now. He felt soft hands come around him and lips press on his ear. Whoever it was was whispering meaningless nothings into his ear and Karis felt like swiping at her. Weren't the rooms supposed to be out of bounds? Noticing that Charles had finished snorting, he shrugged off the girls arms
Weruche didn't hear anything about Karis again after that night neither did she attend any parties again or any gathering at all apart from church gatherings and the days flew by until it was January again and she was back at the state university where she studied Law. She sat at the front of the class and tried to concentrate while the man droned on and on, all the while shooting lascivious glances at her. At the end of his lectures, the lecturer asked Weruche to see him in his office and she was filled with dread. She had heard stories of lecturers preying on their female students and victimizing those who refused to have sex with them but she was yet to experience such. She hoped this was not going to be her first encounter with such a lecturer. "You know, you should buy a ring and then tell him you're married." Weruche turned to see her friend and classmate - Chioma. "
Weruche's eyes scanned the car. It was a Lexus, far from the latest model but still in good shape. She went over to the passenger side front seat and the man leaned over to push open the door for her. "Thanks." She murmured as she got in and strapped up, noticing the man himself didn't have his seat belts on. "So what's the name?" He asked, casting her a side long glance, his hand back on the wheel. "Weruche." "Nice name..... What does it mean?" It means -- aren't you Igbo?" She tried to clean her tear stained face with her palms, wondering how much of a mess she looked. She didn't have her make up on and so didn't have to worry about her mascara or anything bleeding but crying always made her eyes puffy, it wasn't a pretty sight. "No, I'm not Igbo." He answered.He reached into the glove compartment, brought out a clean hankey and handed it to her. "Joseph Yakubu at your service." "
Karis sat in his office in his office in Woodville. The inactivity was killing him. He wondered why his father had insisted he work at the office branch in Woodville for a whole year before he was allowed to take over the running of the company. It was probably Adam Chukwu that put him up to it. Karis wondered how Adam had started off as his father's legal advicer, became his father's best friend and now was practically dictating what his father did. Thinking about Adam made Karis remember Weruche. He smiled. Beautiful but reluctant Weruche. She was going to have to make up her mind soon because he had already made up his. He got up from his chair, stretched and went to stand by the window. The view was great, his office overlooked the beautiful lake Woodville was known for but at this time of the year, there were no beautiful women flashing amazing bodies in bikinis, each trying to out do her neighbor in beauty and class. Instead, fishermen were all over the beach, hawking thei