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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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Boma stood by the ornate entrance of the event center, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. The murmurs of the guests around her were drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears as she scanned the crowd for Donovan, searching for the opportune moment to make her move. Her parents were felicitating with other people. Donovan's parents were also doing thesame. Ronald was with Donovan talking. He seemed bent on convincing Donovan of something after making her excuse them. She prayed his influence would not surface again. His siblings were busy enjoying the lavish dishes served at their table. As the ceremony progressed, she felt a surge of determination welling up inside her. This was her chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away. "Excuse me," she murmured to the nearest guest, a polite smile plastered on her face as she edged her way through the throng of people. With each step, her pulse quickened, her senses on high alert for any sign of Donovan's watchful gaze
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Donovan checked around the hall and could not find Boma. He had been distracted, engaged in a discussion with his grandfather after the latter requested a word with him, stealing him away from Boma. Ronald was upset with him, angry about Donovan's compliance with Boma to delay childbirth. He was asking Donovan to reconsider and be the man he was meant to be, that it was not too late. Donovan remained adamant but since his grandfather was begining to get angry, he told him he would think about it, just to get him off his back. Afterward he sought to be with Boma. It bothered him that he had seen her around sometime ago but for a while now he hadn't. He walked outside to check if perhaps she went out for some air but he couldn't find her. He returned inside and walked over to his siblings at the table. Drawing Sharon's attention, he spoke with her. "Where is my wife?" "She went to the rest room." "Oh. Okay. But I feel like it has been a while so please go and check." "Okay."
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