One night with Mr Braxton

At the stroke of midnight, Inside one of the rooms in a beautiful family home, Emma Steele's eyes sprang open. The disturbing yet familiar sound of her phone alarm blasted into the air of her closet room.With little to no space from her bed and the walls, she gently got down, careful not to make a noise while curtailing her excitement to begin her day with a secret rendezvous.Emma had previously placed some black pants and shirt at the top of her luggage which was by the little and only window she was lucky to have in her room. On getting to the window, a dazzling smile graced her lips as she took in the beautiful midnight stars.She only allowed herself this ritual once every year. She could vividly remember how her mother would wake her up at the stroke of midnight to wish her a happy birthday. The early hours of her birthday was always something she'd grown to look forward to as a result of the fun activities and time she got to be in the company of her parents.Just like now, sh

The atmosphere was lovely and people of different social standings were seen with a glow to their face as they watched the couple seal their engagement with a kiss.Talia and Colton were finally engaged!Series of congratulations and whoops were heard in the hall as the ring was placed on Talia's fingers and sealed with a kiss to the devastation of Emma who stood immobile mid stairs, unbelievably watching the scene play out before her.Talia sported a dazzling smile with Colton beside her, receiving compliments on how beautiful and lucky she was to be getting engaged to the handsome CEO of a riveting construction company. While the event was ongoing, Emma who watched from afar felt a pricking in her heart. Surely she thought she was seeing incorrectly, her Colton couldn't be getting engaged to her step sister on her birthday.It had to be a joke. Maybe they were all trying to get a rise out of her, Emma waited patiently for someone to smile or yell out the words - ' gotcha! ' but the

The atmosphere was buzzing with music, capable of rendering one's ear into a momentary shock until it adjusts. The Braxton club, New York, was one of the most trending and top tier spots in the city.As it should. Being one of the Braxton's facilities.Jason's voice was drowned by the blaring music the moment they stepped into the largest dancing hall ever. The air was suddenly hot and oozing bodily fluids which emanated from the sea of clubbers having the time of their lives.It was only eight pm and yet, it seemed like the whole city had been emptied into the club. Making it difficult to find their way into the VIP section.Asher had always had a thing for going through the main entrance of the club whenever he visited and getting a feel of how good the business was for the day.Call it a fetish but he loved the audacious Job of maneuvering through the usually interwoven crowd before retiring to the VIP or his office despite having a whole, free and preserved entrance for his easy u

Asher walked inside his room with a calm countenance. His mother was long gone and leaving in her wake was a huge responsibility left on his shoulders. Not only was he supposed to get married to her but to also have a child? Remembering the words of his mother, he couldn't help but wonder what was so special about the damned Steele's.Why was he so clearly mandated to be family with the Steeles? Knowing his father, there had to have been something he was after. He didn't quite buy the idea of debt. He'd have to be a fool to believe that the sole reason for this clown show was to pay a debt.Asher was suddenly very curious about the lady sprawled on his bed. As he drew nearer to her sleeping form, he caught a closer look at her face. She was bare faced and that came as a huge surprise.He'd thought she'd be dolled up and placed for his satisfaction but with what he was seeing it was clear she was actually just…sleeping. Sleeping on his bed that is.For some reason, he watched her like

" You sure took your precious time coming, princess." Asher said from the dining, almost done with his plate. One could clearly hear the bouts of sarcasm from his tone. Sarcasm and poorly hidden distaste." I had to do a few things. " Emma managed to say, trying her best not to run for the heels. This man managed to be intimidating even while doing the most basic things!" If you say so. Come over, I don't have much time." Asher dropped his plate, already tired of the meal and ready to finally begin with the business of the day. He originally planned to have breakfast with her to find out where her headspace was at but due to her unnecessarily late appearance, that script was out the window.He didn't have time to play house with her or even try making her comfortable. He was going to rip the band-aid off and see where their exchange led.Asher wasn't stupid. He had long realized the fact that she was persuaded by Mrs Adams. From her unsure posture and steps, it was certain the fact