Novels by Faith Ojevwe

Months later, I was in my study, buried in paperwork with my morning coffee steaming beside me, when Payton slipped in. She looked flushed and radiant, a soft glow about her that made me smile despite myself.Ever since that rainy day incident, she’d come back to life—brighter, lighter. She hummed while doing chores, sang off-key in the kitchen, chased me around the house with laughter that echoed through the halls. But beneath it all, a quiet doubt gnawed at me.Was she truly healing… or just performing happiness for my sake?She crossed the room and perched on the edge of my desk, facing me. I set the documents aside, propped my elbows on the wood, rested my cheeks in my palms, and studied her with a slow smile.“What does my wife want this morning?” I teased.She tilted her head, eyes bright. “Well, husband… I came to talk about something.”“And that is?”“Nora told me about a job opening.”“Hmm. Nora, huh?” I nodded, already sensing where this was headed.“They’re looking for some

We sat in silence in the tub, her back pressed against my chest, my left hand resting on her waist. Too many thoughts crashed through my mind. Why would Peyton train in the rain? Even if she was hurting, I was hurting more. I had to do everything to make sure she was okay—and she didn’t even seem to care how I was surviving.We had both lost Mia, yet it felt like she didn’t care how I was coping, didn’t care about my feelings at all.“Hun, are you okay?” She turned to face me.I tightened my grip on her waist. “Yes, baby. All I know is that I love you. You’re the only one I have left in this world.”“Shhh, I’m here now. Peyton’s back,” she whispered, then kissed me—light at first, gentle. Her arms slid around my neck as the kiss deepened, her tongue finding mine. I moaned softly. Her right hand drifted down to my cock; she wrapped her fingers around me and began to stroke, never breaking eye contact.“Ahh, Peyton…” I breathed.She kissed my neck, my cheek, then found my nipples, sucki

I stepped out of the bedroom into the living room. The house was pitch dark except for the moonlight pouring through the glass windows, bright and silver, falling straight across the sofa where Payton lay curled up.I smiled softly and walked over, then crouched in front of her. My fingers brushed her cheek—soft, warm—and I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby… for everything.”Her lashes fluttered. Slowly her eyes opened and found mine.“Richard?” Her voice was sleepy, surprised. “You’re here. I’m so sorry—I would’ve come upstairs. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”She pushed herself up to sit properly. I stayed on my knees, looking up at her.“I love you so much, Payton.”“I love you too, Richard.” Her hands cradled my face. “And I’m so sorry about earlier. Really sorry.” She leaned in and kissed me gently. “I don’t know what came over me. It was just… the idea of another baby so soon. I kept thinking Mia would be angry—that we hadn’t given her enough time.”I took her hands, pressing th

Months had passed, and it felt like Payton was finally beginning to heal. I was relieved, yet every time I thought of Mia—our baby—the guilt still clawed at me. I had to stay strong for both of us.That Monday morning, I was in the living room on a business call with investors.“Mr. Pascal, I’m truly sorry I had to send my assistant. Trust me, he’s the best we have right now. My wife and I are still recovering from the loss of our child.“but we’d really like you to be part of this project.” Pascal insisted “I know my sincere apologies—this is only temporary.”“Alright, I’ll speak to the others on your behalf,” he replied.“Thank you, Mr. Pascal. Take care.”I hung up, exhaling heavily. The stress was crushing me—endless calls, meetings, and pressure—but I refused to leave Payton’s side.I headed toward the bathroom and smiled the moment I saw her. She was soaking in the tub, taking her morning bath. Without a second thought, I stripped out of my pajamas and peeked through the door.

Three years agoRichard’s POVAfter the incident.I’d just brought Payton home from the hospital. She was shattered—completely broken—when the doctor told her our baby hadn’t made it. So was I. But one of us had to stay strong, so I buried my grief deep and focused on her.I guided her gently into our bedroom. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. I eased her onto the bed and sat beside her, brushing damp hair from her face.“Babe… please stop crying,” I whispered.“Mia is gone,” she said, voice cracking. “My Mia…”“I know.” My throat tightened. “But you’re still here. We’re still here. We can… we can try again. We can make more—”“Don’t say that, Richard.” Her eyes flashed with sudden anger. “She was too precious for you to replace her like that.”The words stung because she was right. I hadn’t meant it that way, but it came out wrong. I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms. She clung to me, sobs shaking her whole body. I held her tighter, breathing slowly through my o

I kissed her deeply, urgently, pulling her closer until our bodies fused. My fingers tangled in her hair as I kissed every inch of her face, her jaw, her throat—claiming her with my mouth. Gently, I guided her back down onto the sheets. I reached into the drawer again and pulled out a single handcuff. Her eyes widened—excitement flickering alongside a tiny spark of fear. I smiled softly, reassuringly. Leaning down, I captured her lips in another slow, consuming kiss. “Do you trust me?” I murmured, stroking her cheek with my thumb. She nodded, breathless. “Yes, Teddy.” I turned her onto her stomach. I gathered her wrists behind her back, right above the perfect curve of her ass, and clicked the cuff shut. I gave her a light spank—testing, teasing. She gasped. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, voice low. She only nodded again, biting her lip. I leaned over her, trailing my tongue along the swell of her ass, then delivered another soft smack. Her body jerked, a needy sou