Tiana turned to check out the intruder, a spectacular beauty beamed at her. The face looked oddly familiar. She had seen the face before, yes! It was none other than Avery Hassani; a stunningly beautiful super celebrity model stood before her in flesh and blood and Tiana hadn’t recognized her when she walked in earlier. “Avery Hassani!” Tiana gasped, stunned. “Come here.” Avery muttered, pulling into a hug,“In flesh and blood, sister.” Avery replied cheerfully. “Wow!” Tiana exclaimed. “I was thinking your girlfriend would be a snob.” Tiana announced looking at Rico with awe. “Girlfriend?” Avery demanded, bursting into a fit of laughter,“Rico did you hear that?” “No, Aves.” Rico answered in a sarky quip. “Sorry sister, Rico isn’t my boyfriend.” Avery explained, leading her to a chair. “What?” Tiana asked, standing up shocked and glancing between the duo. How could Avery Hassani not be Rico’s lover? They were both rich and she’s

Tiana was welcomed into the house with laughter, her family laughing to something she was sure someone had said. She smiled as she entered the house, her boss’ scent overwhelming her. “Hi, guys.” She greeted cheerfully, her eyes finding his. “Welcome, honey.” Alex replied. “Since you guys are having fun without me, I’ll go get changed.” She announced feeling a little jealous, she paused on the stairs.“Is dinner ready?” “No, your father’s waiting for you.” Karen replied. “Why?” She asked, stunned at the reality that her parents hadn’t prepared the dinner and the guests were already here. “The dishes.” Alex replied. “It’s not my turn, it’s Ems.” She protested. “Yesterday was mine.” Emmaline’s protest rang loudly in the house. “It’s still yours today.” Tiana insisted. “You just–” “Just go do it, Emmaline.” Karen told her younger daughter firmly, she knew her older daughter rarely does the dishes. Ti

Buckling her seat-belt, Tiana studied the small but comfy car not quite grasping how a man of Rico’s standard would choose to drive a simple, cheap car. She was sure it’s a Camry Brand, she was a dumbie when it came to fashion and cars. Her situation was so bad that she couldn’t differentiate between a Corolla and a Camry.   She couldn’t resist his scent, closing her eyes, she greedily inhaled his scent. Her eyes whipped open when she felt eyes boring holes on her and she saw him staring at her…it was intense and unreadable all the same it undid her, making all the right words take the back door out her brains,“Thank you...for the ride.”  “The pleasure is mine, Pup.” He told her, turning on the ignition,“Are you ready?” He asked softly, stealing a glance and stepped in the gas pedal when she nodded. “There’s some analgesic in the cabinet.” He informed her, noticing her rub her temples. “But first you need to eat.” He instructed sternly as sh

Tiana listened as Ian gave Rico the directions, she had met him two months ago, an insistent asshole he was. He continued pestering her life, begging her for a friendship and truth be told, she was doubtful of his intentions at first but soon she realised his intentions were pure. They inevitably became friends when she stood up against a red-head bimbo and her crew, his now ex-girlfriend. She just helped them re-did their make-ups, nothing more; the ex-girlfriend and her friends. She came back to reality when a black camry came into her line of vision,“Not behind this car.” She grunted. “Think of the devil and she surfaces!” Luna Bella piped to her.   “World war three.” Ian mumbled under his breath. “Not what?” Rico asked, confused. “She’s at an eternal war with the owner of that car.” Ian explained with trepidation, they were in for serious shit knowing the animosity the owner of the car had towards both of them. “Oh!” Rico repl

The silence in the Palette was deafening, realising every pair of eyes were trained on her, Tiana slowly untangled herself from the trap, rising to her feet, and turned slowly to see the face of whomever had the temerity to assault her. Fighting with her wolf for control as she assessed her assailant; about sixty, stereotypical, puffed-up, flabby, pot-bellied Nigerian asshole who probably believed every woman could be bought cheaply. Rolling her head slowly from side to side, she gritted her teeth as she slowly lost the battle with her wolf. “Hey sexy…how much?” Her assailant asked licking the corner of his lips.   Luna Bella roared in her head and pushed her to the subconscious hearing their assailant spewed those rubbish from his gutter-mouth. She wanted to break his neck but there were too many people watching this show and there was the man she loved, her boss, she didn’t want him to see this side of them. Gauging her assailant with a deathly glare,