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Boma felt the sting of Donovan's sharp words as they hung heavy in the air, his outburst leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But as she watched him turn away, she sensed a shift in his demeanor, a softening of the rigid lines that had defined his posture moments before. "I'm sorry," Donovan murmured, his voice tinged with remorse as he turned back to face her, his eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and understanding. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just that you don't understand the system. He is my enemy. He can't be planning anything good for either of us. I will not sit down and watch him use you to get me because you will also be hurt in the process. I don't want any harm to come to you. I am responsible for you. Do you understand that?" Boma watched the conflict play out across his features, his struggle with trying to be patient and understanding laid bare for her to see. Despite his rough exterior, she knew that beneath it all, Donovan harbored a deep-s
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At Donovan's words of promise, Boma's eyes flickered with anticipation. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, a secretive smile playing on his lips.Boma liked the playful side of him. She wanted to see more of this side of him.Boma couldn't help but smile. "What's the surprise?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.Donovan's smile widened, but he shook his head. "Ah, ah, ah," he teased, wagging a finger at her. "Not so fast. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.""Tomorrow?" Boma echoed, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Why not now?""Don't worry," Donovan reassured her, "It'll be worth the wait, I promise."Boma studied him for a moment, her heart beginning to swell with affection for the man before her. Despite his teasing demeanor, she could see the genuine excitement in his eyes, and it warmed her to her core. Why would he tell her about a surprise meant for tomorrow? Now, all her attention was on the surprise."Look I know I wasn't supposed to say it now but
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Boma reached the eatery in time for the tour and final orientation.The newly built restaurant hummed with anticipation as Boma and five other newly employed serving girls gathered behind the sleek counter, ready to begin their orientation.The air was charged with excitement and nervous energy as they awaited the arrival of their manager, Larry Wells.As Larry entered the room, his presence loomed large, his expression stern and unfriendly as he surveyed the group. His demeanor sent a ripple of unease through the girls, who exchanged apprehensive glances as they braced themselves for his instructions. Larry Wells, at 40, was a man you couldn't easily warm up to. With a scowling countenance, unkempt appearance, and a demeanor dripping with disdain, he inspired more fear than admiration. His abrasive manner and contemptuous gaze made him someone you'd instinctively avoid, rather than seek out for guidance or approval.They greeted him upon his entry.With a curt nod, Larry launched in
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As the evening sun bathed Donovan's suite in bedroom in a warm glow, an electric tension filled the air. Donovan and Boma embraced tightly, yielding to the magnetic pull drawing them together. "Boma," Donovan's voice was low, almost desperate. "Yes, D?" Boma's voice was soft, filled with anticipation. With gentle urgency, Donovan's lips met Boma's in a fervent kiss, igniting a passionate flame between them. His hands explored her body, expressing love and desire with every touch. She wanted to return the gesture of intimacy. Her hand hovered tentatively over his arm. He smiled, took her hand and placed it firmly on his chest. "Don't be afraid to touch me. I'm yours and I don't bite." He released her hand and she understood he was waiting to see what she would do. She returned a shy smile and managed to caress his chest ever so slightly. Donovan shut his eyes, openly reveling in the feeling of being willingly touched by her. His reaction emboldened her and her touch became
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Donovan began to take her again. She moved back against him and neither of them held back until they received the ultimate pleasure. In the intimate moments they shared, Donovan finally found solace in Boma's willing arms, his love for her transcending the physical realm to touch the depths of his soul. After their satisfying time together, sharing true love for the first time as husband and wife, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Boma woke up some time later to find herself alone on the bed. Donovan was nowhere around. She knew he was out because she couldn't hear him in the shower. Feeling the need to clean up, she entered the bathroom and had a night shower. As she washed, she recalled their last shared intimate moments with pleasure. She wished he was there, but she had known him long enough to expect his unexpected absences. Perhaps he had some frat business or something. She wished he would no longer be in the fraternity and live a normal life. It was a big wish. She t
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As Boma made her way through the dimly lit corridors of the fraternity house, her heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and determination. Harry's words echoed in her mind, urging her to witness the initiation ceremony. With each step, Boma felt the weight of her decision bearing down on her shoulders. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, risking not only her growing peace with Donovan but also her own safety. Yet, fueled by a desire for answers, she pressed on, her resolve unwavering. Finally, she reached the door she was sure would open up to the balcony from where she hoped to witness the initiation ceremony. With bated breath, she pressed her ear against the wooden surface, straining to catch any sound from outside. She heard drums that seemed to come from wooden sticks. The sounds were not overwhelming but just loud enough for anyone in the compound. A chorus of voices chanted in unison, their words muffled but unmistakably ominous. The hairs on the back
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"I didn't want any trouble." She whined. He was silent for a moment as he considered her words. "Come over here and sit with me." He said, gently patting the spot beside him. Boma marveled at his level of control over his temper. In time past, she would be in hell right now, but he was willing to talk to her. His action gave her confidence. She rose and met him at the couch, sitting down beside him. "I'm sorry." She said again. "What do you want?" He asked. "I don't understand you anymore. In fact, I feel like you are starting to take me for granted, Boma." His voice was low, a stony edge surrounding it. Boma feared him reverting to his old actions towards her in times like this. "Please, I won't do it again. He was just talking to me." "And saying what?" Donovan thundered, his patience running thin. "What the hell were you both discussing? How are you still talking to Harry, despite my warnings?" She fell silent. Fear had overtaken her and she sniffled. Donovan fought har
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As the car glided towards the governor's villa, Boma couldn't shake off the feeling of surrealism coursing through her veins. The mere thought of attending such a prestigious event, one broadcasted live on television, filled her with a mix of excitement and gratitude. Now, Boma turned to Donovan, her heart brimming with appreciation. "Thank you, Donovan," she said, her voice laced with sincerity. "I never imagined I'd be part of something like this. You've changed everything for my family." Donovan smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting her gratitude. "You deserve every bit of it, Boma. I'm just glad to be by your side through it all." Arriving at the villa, Boma was greeted by a flurry of activity and a sea of well-dressed attendees. As they stepped out of the car, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the sight of her parents waiting at the entrance. Rushing towards them, she enveloped them in a tight embrace, feeling the weight of their journey and the magnitude of thi
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