An abrupt knock on the door broke out in the room. Charles glared at the door with wide eyes and immediately, he drew his hands across the bulge. Gosh! He was nervous. He felt embarrassed about it and he knew that it would be more embarrassing if someone saw it. It would be shameful as the boss if he was caught staring lustfully at Maureen with that bulge.He would appear like a pervert but thankfully, he wore fitted trousers and his sex swayed to the side. He was lucky that it wasn't standing forward if not, he would have been discovered as the erection was one of a kind.Another knock rang out and Maureen looked and saw a sleeping Charles. Hmm... He feigned to be asleep. Who knows, his weird feeling might go away. Since she thought that he was asleep, she couldn't wake him to ask for his permission so, she walked softly to the door not wanting to disturb him.She opened it and went out to meet Antonia. Antonia complied when she saw Charlesʼs sleeping figure. Before Maureen stepped

After a while of sitting on the bed, he still held onto the fork and I was confused. I believe that he permitted me to feed him but why did he refuse to let go of the fork? Or did he change his mind?His hands were trembling. If not for my knowledge of the impact of malaria, I would have been scared. He looked up at me and anxiety hit me. "What's going on?" I soliloquized."You can help with this," he said with a reassuring look. He must have been trying to confirm if he could eat on his own but wait, I'm not forcing him.Does he feel less of a human because I would be feeding him? his maid! He can as well eat by himself. Am I disgusting? I'm not pleased one bit about this nevertheless, I would still feed him.I was glad about it earlier because I was going to sit on his bed and care for him but with this attitude, I feel like nothing but his slave. Maybe I should have looked at his nude. It would have been a nice consolation for this besides, I deserved to see him that way more tha

It was the break of another amazing day. Oh yes! Yesterday was fabulous. Although Charles was ill, Maureen was glad to have spent the entire day with him.She could never wish him ill but the opportunities it brought were something she could have never had. She touched him and had the opportunity to look at him up close.She saw what a man was supposed to look like half naked and would have seen his nude if she was brave enough to look at him. It was dawn around 6:00 a.m and the chirps of birds blessed the day. It was a beautiful morning – one filled with gay and bliss. Charles woke up feeling refreshed and his breathing was steady. He was used to waking early so, even though he didn't plan to, he woke up as his body had mastered it. He was happy that he was feeling better and he was hopeful about returning to work. He believed that if Dr Gabriel saw positive changes, he wouldn't advise against going to work. He wasn't feeling any pain in his body and neither did his head throb. H

After Charles left the company, he drove at speed as he was angry with the outcome of the press conference. He was insulted and couldn't contain how he was feeling. With the anger and disappointment he felt, he drove to a 7-star nightclub although it was still daytime. Immediately the bar attendant saw him, he recognized him as he was a reputable fellow in the society so, he set Charles for a VIP lounge. Without wasting time, Charles picked up a glass and drank. Another glass was poured for him and he drank. He drank and drank and drank himself in a stupor from the frustration of the day. "Where are you guys now?" Helena asked over the phone. "We're in Shabes Club and we couldn't follow the boss." A body-built man replied sitting in a black car that was parked outside the nightclub."Why?" Helena asked. "He's in the VIP room and we don't want to annoy him. Also, we can't alert people of his presence, I would go in from time to time." "Alright, watch him closely." She said and han

Inhaling, my soul was taken by surprise and it was evident in my reaction. I least expected sir Charles to give me attention and now, he did not just throw me on his bed, he touched me.Touching me there was something I didn't expect and it was sensational since my body has no history with men. Immediately after I felt his hand on my breast, I tried pulling out of his grip but it was futile as he glared at me.Our eyes met and his gaze was magical. Something my eyes have never beheld. His crystal blue met my deep black in warmth and gay. I couldn't take my eyes off his and I tried to decipher the purpose of his gaze but as expected, I failed. I stared non–stop as his eyes sparkled and in doing this, I inhaled deeply. Honestly, I feel drowned in his glare and I'm willing to remain that way for centuries. Unable to take my eyes off him, I inhaled again, this time it was deeper. His refusal to take his eyes off mine made it hard for me to cope and soon, I was inhaling and exhaling like