CJ I met my brother Harrison in a rundown bar not so far from the werewolf pack. It was quite a journey but I needed to make sure that Giovanni and his cronies didn't defeat my brother like they did to me. No one knew when this whole fiasco would blow over, or what Giovanni's next plot would be.When I arrived, I quickly spotted Harrison by his tall frame standing out against a sea of patrons. He looked different from the last time I saw him, older and devoid of his boyishness. Now he had weary lines on his forehead and I felt guilty for throwing him into the spotlight. Before now, I'd never felt this happy in a long while. Lenora had returned to her house, but the weekend was memorable. We hid like horny rabbits, almost getting caught by Mariselle. Harrison got off his stool, and I lowered my hoodie, walking past a vintage bar where live rock music was playing.We exchanged pleasantries, and I sat opposite him on the bar stool that had stood the test of time."Whiskey?" I respon
Lenora 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Hungry and bored as hell, I groaned into my hands. I returned from CJ's house the previous day, but I already wanted to go back. Fixing my gaze on the ceiling, mental images of CJ filled my head like an addiction, and I was hooked. A grin sneaked its way onto my face as my phone chimed with a text. /Hey, baby. I think you took something and need to return it./ I frowned, sitting up. /What is it?/ /My heart./ I burst into soundless laughter, shaking my head at his cheesy line. Well, I had the perfect comeback. /It's mine now, and I don't plan on returning it to you./ I stared at my screen, waiting for his reply. /In that case, how am I supposed to function without it?/ /I don't know. Maybe you can find another one. What are you up to?/ /Fairtrade. Nothing much, just going through my thesis. Mariselle isn't home; she's having dinner with Regé. You know, this would have been the perfect time for us to be alone together while you rotate your hips in small c
Lenora"What the fuck!" Mariselle exploded sharply, her shriek tearing through the air. My heart raced like a marathon runner and my breath caught in my throat.CJ and I leaped apart. I was naked and grabbed the sheets to cover myself up as if that would protect her from my wrath. My breathing became painful and I prepared for the worst, knowing that this right here was a damn catastrophe."Dad... what the hell is going on here?" Her voice trembled. "No, let me rephrase that. Why are you fucking my BEST FRIEND?"CJ's composure was under attack. I'd never seen him so shaken and it frightened me. But he mustered a step closer while Mariselle took several steps back, eyes darting between us both like an animal trying to determine which of us was most dangerous.She seemed so shocked. So lost and bewildered. It broke my heart just to see the hurt and rage that made my insides churn."Mariselle, baby, I... It's not what you think..." CJ's voice shook.Mariselle's voice erupted like a to
CJI felt bouts of sadness watching Lenora. She looked lost, with a flash of wild grief rippling through her. Her hair was disheveled, and she was dressed in pajama pants and a T-shirt with 'Sugar Baby' written across her chest. She must have been in bed all day. My fingers twitched to hug her and make her feel better. My poor baby.Her alluring lips trembled when I approached her and a small, breathless whisper escaped them. Although she wanted us to break up, I could see in her eyes that she didn't want to let me go without a fight. We were supposed to be together for the rest of our livesA heaviness centered in my chest when her doe eyes clung to mine, making my heart skip several beats."Baby, I want us to talk.""There's nothing to talk about," she looked away, frowning."I know you love me, and I know you're hurt, but we can't let our families stop us from being happy, whether or not they approve of us."She looked down as if hiding her feelings. "Mairselle is your daughter
LenoraI sorted through my wardrobe, the colorful fabrics tumbling through my fingers. This trip was annoying and I wasn't excited for it. I know it sounds selfish, especially when my dad was trying so hard to mend things between me and Esme. With a soft groan, I settled amidst the sea of clothes and travel bags, sighing as if the weight of the world rested on my shoulders.Then Dad walked into my room just as my fingers were lingering on the frayed edges of my favorite boots. He held my passport in one hand and waved the boarding pass in the other, excitement dancing in his eyes."Ethiopia. Here we come."I let out another groan. "Dad, I don't think this trip to Ethiopia is the right time."He raised an eyebrow, looking curious. "And why's that?"I shut my vanity mirror, frowning a little. "Firstly, I feel like we're being rushed into this whole bonding thing. It's not that I don't want to connect with Esme, but forcing it might just make things worse."He sat down beside me, a reas
LenoraThe dining table was a delightful sight, adorned with an array of colorful and aromatic Ethiopian dishes that made my mouth water. Plates of injera, a spongy flatbread, were spread out, accompanied by doro wat, a spicy chicken stew, and kitfo, a minced meat dish. We all gathered around the table and my grandma served us specially. It felt good to be pampered by a female figure. Although my mum was Ethiopian, Esme and I looked more Caucasian than African because of our redundant genes. Esme had curlier hair than my straight one and had a flatter nose. My grandma, her face radiant, heaped more food on our plate. "Lenora, my dear, how do you find the food?" "Absolutely amazing," I smiled. "The flavors are so rich and unique. I've never had anything quite like this before."My dad chuckled, giving me a knowing look. "Told you. Ethiopian cuisine is a treat for the senses and that's one of the reasons I fell in love with your mum."My grandma beamed with pride. "I'm glad you're
Lenora After dinner with CJ, he kissed me and dropped me off two buildings before mine, and I tiptoed through the moonlit backyard. My dad must have fallen asleep but I didn't want to be caught sneaking in this late.The kitchen door creaked softly, and I slipped inside like a ninja, my barefoot barely making a sound. My eyes darted around, scanning to be sure that my dad and Esme were nowhere in sight. Finally, inside, a relieved sigh escaped my lips and I headed towards the refrigerator to gulp down some juice but my eyes bulged in shock and froze when Esme was haunched over Alex aka Bucktooth, in a see-through nightie and they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. His hands were on her hips while she had one arm curled around his neck, moaning.The place reeked of sex with Alex’s fingers cupping Esme's butt. I stared at them for a few more moments, rubbing my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. They were both so wrapped up in each other that it seemed impossible either
CJBrooklyn was seated behind her desk in a plush leather swivel chair when I entered her office. I offered a bright smile, hoping she'd ended any lingering bitterness she held against me.Clearly, my hopes were in vain. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, staring at me impassively through narrowed eyes. The silence went on for almost thirty seconds before she let out a bored sigh, greeting me with a frown and pretending to be extra busy despite keeping me waiting for over an hour and a half. Calmly, I waited, needing her signature on my thesis for the research grant before moving forward."Good morning, Prof. I hope I'm not intruding on anything important."A humorless smile tugged at her lips, a cold and congested expression that might have terrified me if I didn't know what lay beneath it."I'm actually quite busy, as you can see. Make it quick.""Noted," I said, handing her the thesis anyway. "I need you to sign before I meet the dean of studies."She skimmed through th