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
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
"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
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
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
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."
Donovan watched as Boma continued to stare at him, speechless. "You're supposed be in a dress and this..." He observed her fully now, noting the slight swell of her handbag. The little ruffling of her well styled hair and somewhat smeared make up indicating a quick change of clothes. He shook his head unable to comprehend what was happening. His jaw tightened with suspicion and disappointment gearing towards anger. "Where have you been, Boma?" He asked, his voice calm but stony. "Where are you coming from?" He noted the logo on the top she was wearing. Wasn't that the new restaurant he had been hoping to check out? "Explain yourself!" he half growled. "Christ!" He started looking around. "Where is Sharon?" He said through gritted teeth. Then he took out his phone and began dialing her number. Sharon was sipping water when her phone rang with Donovan's call. Without thinking much, she took the call. "Get back here, right now." Donovan said before she could speak a word. Then he e
Boma sniffled."Please." She started pleading.Donovan was moved to indulge her but this time, he decided otherwise. "Number four," he continued. "You will not be home late because of any night shifts. You will be home latest by 8:00 Pm." Boma continued to cry but he didn't stop. "By 8:00 pm you should already be in the house. This means you're leaving your work place by 7:30 pm in order to meet up this deadline. That's because you must have adequate rest and be alert for your studies. Number 5...""D, please..." She tearfully pleaded again. "Please stop.""I'm not finished. Don't interrupt me again."Her crying continued, softer now but heavy with turmoil."Since you want to work, it means I no longer have to give you money. I best allow you to fend for yourself and have the experience you so desperately need."She vehemently shook her head, alarmed. "No please," she nearly choked on the words as a sob escaped her lips bringing a fresh outburst of tears."No?" He questioned. "I tho