Eight months later,“I know you’re there; you can come out of hiding now.” Zera said before turning to the mirror she stood in front of.Diya came out of the spot where she had hidden herself beside the door since her arrival a minute ago.“Zera. Hey.”“This baby might have robbed my other senses, but I still have a strong sense of smell. I sniffed you out the minute you stepped into the hallway.” She said this and turned to Diya in her white dress, which stopped over her knees.Diya looked ready for the day, and here she was, not even recognising herself in her dress. She had chased Aaron out of the room because he kept complimenting her overgrown bump and calling her beautiful. She didn’t feel beautiful, and she felt he only said it to make her feel better. That infuriated her and made her send him to Zion’s room.Davine told her eight months ago at the Hart Lab opening that she was a few weeks pregnant. Of course, she didn’t believe him because she was a sage and also because her bo
“It’s a very important day for your sister. The least you can do is to be happy for her. Put up a fake smile if you must, but please, dear, let go of that frown on your face.” Blood coursed through my veins as I heard the annoying voice of Betty Adams say from right beside me when we entered the chapel. You would think a mother should have her daughter’s back more than anything, but I guess when she loves you the least, that is bound to happen. That is why today, the twenty-first day of March, I am walking my younger sister down the aisle to meet her soon-to-be husband, whom I thought was the love of my life four weeks ago. My story is short. I met Owens Pierce in my first year at the university, where I was studying medicine, and I thought we had something magical. It turned out there was nothing magical about us, and he only used me to get closer to my little sister. I was the fool in my short story, and four weeks ago, when they finally came out and told me the truth, I felt too
I sat across the bar, taking my second glass of martini. This used to be my least favourite drink when I still dated Owens, but today it seemed to be just what I needed. I hadn’t gone home since I left the event hall hours ago. My phone had been blowing up for hours, and I finally put it on do not disturb mode.It was almost eleven at night, and I was at the Paradise Club. I wasn’t interested in joining the dance floor, so I sat at the bar, drinking.I was never a superb dancer; it would not start today. I was still in my maid of honour’s dress with makeup on and wearing my heels. The dress was once a long silk gown touching the ground, and that was how it was when I left Tatiana’s wedding reception. However, I tore the dress hours ago, so now it was just on my knees. I let go of my dirty blonde hair, which was in a neat bun, so it fell over my shoulders.This was me getting out of my comfort zone. If Diya could see me now, she would flip and then cheer me on. I was the cautious one be
I found enough strength and withdrew my hand from his chest, wrapping my other cold hand around it and smiling awkwardly at him. "Thank you, f-for ste....pp....ing in and spe-speak..ing up for me. I k..k... know you didn’t... t have to." I stammered, the hiccups coming in and ruining the flow of my appreciation line. Damn it! He smiled, not fazed by the mess of an appreciation speech I was giving. "You’re welcome. May I sit?" He asked, then raised a brow. His question was more like a statement because the answer would be an automatic yes. Having him stand so close makes me feel giddy, and I knew that would also happen when he sits as well. I bit my lips and nodded. "Sure, you can." He settled on the chair beside me, and the smell of his presence engulfed my mind. It made me think of lustful things, like having his hands on parts of my body that shouldn’t be evaded by just anyone. I needed something strong to take away the nasty thoughts clouding my head. The martini was nice, bu
“Well, you don’t have any memory after that because you hit your head against the bar counter. You dropped your phone while trying to dial it, and when you tried to reach for it, you bumped your head against the counter and passed out.” He explained. “Why did you bring me here, then? Why didn’t you just call my friend and have her come take me home?” I crossed my arms over my chest.“I did three times, but she didn’t answer the phone, and I just couldn’t leave you at the club, passed out drunk. That would be reckless and dangerous. So I brought you home with me.”A man who cared about my safety surely wouldn’t take advantage of me. There was only one way to know. I pressed my lips together, knowing the next question I wanted to ask and feeling hesitant about it. “So, did anything happen between us?” “No, nothing did. You were unconscious. Only a monster would want to take advantage of that. You slept through the night, and I slept in my room.”Relief washed over me at his reply. I
I got down from the stool and made my way to the bedroom, where my bag, phone, and clothes were. I dipped my hand into my bag and brought out my phone. Then I turned it on to see a few missed calls and three unread messages on my W******p. I took a quick look to see that one message was a long rant from Betty. The stunt I pulled yesterday must have really pissed her off. I could tell her message revolved around how she wished she had swallowed me instead. And that would not be the worst thing she’d ever said to me.I tapped on my call icon on the screen and went through the call history and saw three missed calls from Lionel, two from Diya, and one from Betty.My eyes caught the outgoing calls, and I saw I had called Diya three times last night. Aaron spoke the truth when he said he had called my friend but had no luck reaching her because I didn’t make these calls.I tapped on Diya’s name and dialled her number. Unlike the other times last night, this one was successful, and her radia
Say no more, master. Your wish is my command.I pressed my lips together and nodded. “Okay, thank you. I promise I won’t get in your way. You will not even know I’m here.”“Well, I would know; I have thin ears,” he pointed out with a devilish smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.“Got it. Do you need my help with anything?” I cocked my brow, knowing that someone who could afford this place would not need the help of someone like me, but I wanted to ask, anyway.“What can you do for me?” he asked, and his words left me in a dilemma because they sounded lustful towards the end.Still, I didn’t want to read any meaning into his words. “Anything you want, just name it.”He licked his full, rosy bottom lips and took a step forward. Again, my heart skipped a beat, but I kept my focus on him and didn’t move away. Another step would cover up the space between us, and, from the look in his eyes, he knew that too. He took the next step, covering the space between us so that the rich, manly s
I shivered as images of me spread out on the counter, taking him from different angles, plastered in my mind at his word.I shook the thoughts off and giggled weakly, despite wanting him to do what he just said. “Aha, funny, but seriously, what are we making?”“I thought a quick chicken hummus bowl would be nice, but I want nothing spicy on my tongue,” he informed me, and my legs clamped together to keep them steady. I knew the rest of the sentence. I had a dirty mind and knew he wouldn’t have anything spicy on his tongue because he planned on taking it somewhere else later.This man had turned the game around and was doing the mind-fucking this time. I couldn’t complain; I wanted this.“Sounds like a treat, then.”He smirked. “My treat would be you screaming and asking for more.”I swallowed nothing and blinked a few times. There had been a change in him. The man I had met and even confronted in the room earlier wasn’t this man. This seemed to have been caged all the while and now has