Novels by Ngozi Mego

Isabelle's POVHis gaze locked on me. He didn’t speak, just let his eyes travel slowly over me, lingering in a way that made my skin prickle. The intensity of it was overwhelming; it felt as though he was memorising every inch of me without lifting a finger. His gaze trailed from my wavy blonde hair spilling over my shoulders, down to my round breasts with my tits visibly hard, to my lower abdomen, and my coochie.For a heartbeat, I wanted to step closer, to feel his hands on me again, the way he’d touched me earlier. But instead, instinct took over. I reached for the duvet on the bed and wrapped it tightly around myself.I didn’t want to hide—not from him. Being near him had always made me feel strangely safe. But the look in his eyes now… it wasn’t something I knew how to read. I’d never stood naked before any man, and the weight of the moment pressed hard against my chest.When I finally met his eyes again, his expression had changed. He looked furious, though whether at me, himsel

Isabelle's POVA shiver ran through me, the kind I’d only read about but never believed. No one had ever kissed me like that before, like he was discovering something precious, like he was afraid to break it.My breath hitched, and before I could talk myself out of it, my fingers curled into his shirt. I tugged him closer, feeling the answer in the way he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against mine with a confidence that stole my balance.I let him.More than that, I wanted him to.And as his lips explored mine, gentle turning slowly into something fuller, sweeter.His mother cleared her throat, pulling us back to reality. “I think we should head inside now.” She held my hands and gently guided me into the house.I could feel his eyes piercing my back, and Oh. My. God. I feel too happy, or should I say I feel delighted.Okay. Delighted is weird. But I can’t explain it. The only thing keeping me from hopping and jumping into his house while giggling is his mum, who is beside me. S

Isabelle's POV.I returned to work with puffy eyes. I walked past my manager without noticing him, lost in my thoughts. Where am I supposed to get that much money for Mom’s treatment? What can I possibly sell? I covered my face with both hands and let out a trembling breath.“Hey… are you okay?” Maya, my co-worker, asked.“No, I’m not.” My words came out immediately, desperate. “Can I please borrow some money? I need it urgently for my mom’s surgery.”Maya smirked slightly as she moved closer. “Okay, I’ve got an idea, you know,” she whispered. “There’s a man who can give you any amount you want… for just one night.”My eyes widened, and my mouth parted, but the words refused to leave. I have never had sex, and the thought of my first time being a one-night stand was horrifying. “Maya… I’m a virgin,” I whispered.“I didn’t know. But this is about your mother. Think about it,” Maya said before walking away.She’s right. If that is the only way I get the money, then I’m ready.“I can li

ADRIAN POV “Okay, I’ll be in my office in forty minutes,” I said, ending the call. I set my phone on the dining table and smiled at my mother.“You haven’t even stayed ten minutes, and you’re already planning to leave,” she said, her eyes dim with sadness.“Mom, don’t be like that. I’m here now, aren’t I?”I hated seeing my mother sad. I would climb mountains, burn bridges to keep her cheerful.“Yes, you’re here,” she said softly. “But you’ll still leave, and I’ll be alone in this big house.” She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on mine. “You need to get married soon. I want to see my grandchildren before Alzheimer’s gets a stronger hold on me.”I gently pulled my hands away and exhaled. “Mom, please… not now.”Her eyes welled up until tears streamed down her cheeks. “You need to let go of the past, Adrian. My memory is fading, my body is getting weaker. This is my last wish, and you act so reluctant to grant it.”I immediately stood and wrapped my arms around

ISABELLE POVThe tray rattled in my hands the second I let it down.“Are you blind?!” the woman snapped, jerking backwards. The afternoon sun pouring through the glass windows lit up every inch of her irritated face.I froze. “I’m…. I’m sorry, ma’am—”“Sorry?” the woman scoffed loud enough for the whole cafe to hear. “You can’t even place a tray properly? God, this is why some people stay stuck in dead-end jobs.”A few customers turned to stare. I swallowed the burning sting in my throat and lowered my head, refusing to meet the woman’s glare.“You are so reckless,” the woman snapped. Grabbing her purse and standing. “People like you should stick to sweeping gutters. Not serving humans.”She stormed out, heels clicking, leaving the restaurant buzzing with the aftertaste of drama.I walked straight ahead, with my head still lowered. I didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes. I reached the washroom and sank to the floor, letting my petite body slump. My hands went to my face as I started sobbing