Karis paced his office, there was so much he needed to do. He had put a pause on his activities at Percove to come home and help out when his family needed him most.The owner of the Atmospheric had given him a week to make up his mind and two days to the expiration of the time, he still had'nt come up with a plan. He should never have stayed that long in Dubai, he hadn't planned to stay that long but then... He picked up his phone and called his father, the old man didn't say a word when he said he was coming over and he imagined St. James calling his father to tell him of the latter's visit to the Atmospheric and probably to drop a warning or two, Karis didn't put that past St. James. He was going to have to do something about the editor of the Daily. If news that he could get double crossed spread, he was in for it as a businessman in New York but before he took care of the editor, he was going to need to take care of the root cause of the problem -- the owner of the Atmospher
Follow his heart, she had said. Karis knew where his heart was. He needed to get Weruche back but first, he had to speak with his father. ''St. James does not know who your father is, you don't have to worry about that.'' His father said, fingering a sculpture on his desk. He was sitting too still -- even for Senator Ilobi and his hand on the sculpture was one of many nervous gestures Karis had seen him make since the conversation started and Karis couldn't help wondering what was up. ''So you're saying that he was bluffing all along.'' He had the distinct feeling that his father was on the fence and could either decide to tell him everything or withhold some information. He could only sit still and hope. ''I'm saying--'' The sculpture slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. They both sat for an awkward moment starring at each other before his father picked it up and returned it to it's original place. ''I'm saying that you are my son.'' Karis nodded. ''He wanted to tell h
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. "