Hollis's gaze found me right then, his eyes doing a slow once-over of me before he got to his feet. He pulled out a seat for me right before I approached him. "You look heavenly, Ugo." He struggled to breath out and I smiled briefly. ​We placed our orders. I settled for a well seasoned steak while he went on to take lamb chops. We ate in silence. The friction of yesterday had died down. Yet there was a little tension between us. When I was done eating, I emptied my glass of champagne and Hollis refilled it for me. ​The crazy Ugo surfaced. Looking at him, I gulped down the second glass. He arched his brow and gave me a warning stare before refiling the glass. I smiled and emptied the glass again. "Damnit Ugo, you will get drunk if you don't stop." "That's my business. It has nothing to do with you." "That's it, you are not going to drink another drop of wine." "Stop making decisions for me. I am an adult. I decide what I want to do, when I want to do it. You don't decide for me.

HOLLIS I have never been attracted to anyone like I was with Ugo Chike. But she isn't just anyone, she is my now wife who has ​the whole of me on chokehold. I must have wished so much for someone like her that God or whoever the supernatural being up there is, decided to bless me with Ugo. But did he make it easy for me, hell no! Yet I'm grateful. In his defense, he might say he'd given me what I asked for. Which is true. So, it's now up to me to do my part. I'd chosen a restaurant within my community to have dinner with my wife. This was because I wanted the people in my community to start getting used to the fact that it was now the two of us. Aside from that, I wanted to show off. I married a gorgeous, smart and stylish woman, so why won't I show her off? Imagine my surprise when I was reversing the car and I spotted someone with the audacity to approach my wife. ​I cursed under my breath, rethinking my decision to send Nero back home. I should have told him to stay back to

UGO​ I may have sounded like some jealous, wounded Bitch yesterday, but I seriously don't give a fuck. It was best to stomp my foot on certain things I don't like now, rather than later. Anything I don't stop now would linger on and it might be hard to put a stop to it later. ​My thoughts drifted to the shock on Hollis's face last night. He seemed confused, sexually frustrated and hot as hell. I was hot for him too, my pulse was literally throbbing all through the night. With a man like Hollis sleeping beside me, bare chested why wouldn't it. I guess that was why Elsa refused to let him be. I was married to a gorgeous man who derived joy in showing me off. That was what yesterday was all about, showing his wife off. And I loved the idea of it. It made me feel like I own him as much as he owns me. We were married, and our marriage isn't even a secret. Elsa knows, a lot of people know. So, why won't she just let Hollis be. Or did he tell her? Did he tell her that we were only temp

Hollis opened the door and stood in the pouring rain. I scooted over to the driver’s side, catching a glimpse of Rocco's reflection as I adjusted the rearview mirror. He was terrified, so was I. Even though Hollis coached me through, the car kept jerking forward, and stalling. And everytime it comes to a jolting stop, Rocco's head would slam into the seat in front of him. After a lengthy while, I was able to make the car move more than a few inches at a time, and before long, we were coasting along the muddied road. The car did corner curves effortlessly. It was almost a refreshing experience for me. Even though I noticed Rocco's knuckles going white with the tight grip he had on the door handle. But Hollis on the other hand, looked on proudly, enjoying the ride. But soon, it all went very wrong. I came to a deceivingly deep puddle and got to a curve faster than I should. I turned the wheel, but nothing happened. I braked hard, the car swerved. Hollis looked ahead, a hand on the d