Novels by Rofiat Taofeek

Yasmine POV " So are really going to do this?" Matt asked. "C'mon it's just a few dinner dates nothing harmless Matt and you know am not a reckless person. And Luca seems like a nice guy to me." I countered. "Wait you know each other!!!" He looked shocked. "Yes,I came across him at the balcony and do you know him?" I asked inquisitively. Matt seems seems a little bit strung up about this than I like. He definitely has a lot of secrets, but I don't plan to probe unless he's ready to talk about them. "Well...."He begins. "He is one of my major investors, but promise me to stay away from this guy. Give him his dinner dates and that's all." He clutched my hands tightly. Seeing the expression on his face,I nodded. "Okay,but I have to go" ************. *************** Luca POV I watched there interaction silently at a corner of the ballroom. Thousand of thoughts run through my mind including wringing the stronzo neck for daring to put his hands on my woman. But

Yasmine POV It's an early Friday morning, and I plan to stay in for today. I can hear the sound of Matt getting ready in his room for work. Mark left early this morning as he had an audition at an agency. He is an up-and-coming pop star auditioning to join one of the biggest rock star bands in the state. I just finished setting the table for breakfast when Matt finally came out of his room dressed in an Armani suit. "Wow! Yazz, you don't have to do this," he exclaimed. "I want to, and besides, it's nothing much," I replied. Nothing makes my mornings better than a full and rich English breakfast. Nathan always admonishes me for taking such high-calorie foods. Almost to the point of body shaming me, saying I am fat. I have a slightly plump body

Luca POV I explored the art gallery, appreciating the artworks on display. Bohemian galleries have their hands in almost everything, ranging from abstract art and various kinds of sculptures to pop art and The Renaissance. It's artworks increase in value every year, and it's not a bad investment. Some of the organization's money is laundered via the establishment. An impressionist artwork caught my attention; it depicts the sea in all its glory with the sun sinking at the horizon. A similar but different painting, not far from it, depicts the sea as well as the moon rising. It's definitely the same artist's work. I looked at the nameplate. "Yasmine Fernandez." The name rolls softly on my tongue. I have most of her collections at home. Looks like there is more to add. Despite being the head of the Cosa Nostra Italian Mafia, the Rossi Family, he had an apprecia

Yasmine POVI hum softly, my hair tied in a loose bun with a few strands framing my face. The wildflower collection is done. With a final flourish, I step back to admire my completed artwork, "The Wildflower Collections" The painting radiates joy, freedom, and the beauty of nature, capturing the essence of wildflowers. I untie my apron, letting it slide off my shoulder. The worn fabric is stained with paint spatters. I absently hang it over a rack and move to the restroom to rinse my hands. Long and luscious hair cascades down my back as I release it from its constraints. I quickly apply a peach lipstick and put moisturizer on my hands. Now I can have some rest after several weeks of hard work. Moving out of the restroom, I walk to my small desk to pick up my tote. I plan to surprise Nathan tonight. It's been two weeks since we last saw each other. I walks out of the studio and lock the door. My Art studio is nestled in vibrant n