Novels by estherarchibong608

I turned toward the bathroom door the second her voice cut through the music.The door opened slowly.And every coherent thought in my head short-circuited.Clara stood there framed by the soft bathroom light, and the sight of her punched the air straight out of my lungs. She had changed into a sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve like it had been poured onto her skin. The cups barely contained her full breasts, the thin material translucent enough that the dark peaks of her n*ppl*s were clearly visible. Thin straps crossed over her shoulders and dipped low between her breasts, drawing the eye straight down the valley of her cleavage. The high-cut legs of the bodysuit framed the soft flare of her hips and the smooth expanse of her thighs. A delicate gold chain was looped loosely around her neck, the end of it trailing down between her breasts and disappearing into the lace. In one hand she held the matching key, dangling it between two fingers like a promise.She looked

Clara pushed the hotel door open with a bright, carefree swing, her laughter ringing out like a burst of fresh air in the sterile suite. She was the absolute definition of a busybody: vibrant, wonderfully chaotic, and possessing that effortless, creative spark that made every minute with her feel alive. She tossed her designer bag onto the armchair, kicking off her heels with a playful flourish, completely at home and entirely unbothered by the heavy corporate weight that usually crushed my shoulders."What is it that you want to show me, girl?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe with a half-smile, watching her flit across the room with bubbling, infectious energy.Clara spun around, flashing a mischievous, teasing grin as she held up a finger. "Calm down, Mr. Impatient. Don't rush it; you'll get to see it when the time is right. Remember, the patient dog eats the fattest bone, so sit tight and let me build the anticipation."She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a naughty, c

FREDERICKThe tires of my sedan chewed bitterly against the asphalt as I sped away from the house, the sterile air conditioning doing nothing to cool the suffocating heat in my chest. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight my knuckles turned stark white.D*mn it.Every mile I put between myself and the apartment only amplified the heavy, boiling regret pooling in my gut. What was I thinking? How could I have been so blind, so utterly reckless, to tie myself down to Esther?Driving through the quiet, neon-lit streets, I cursed myself under my breath. I had rushed into that marriage like a fool, blinded by a brief moment of family pressure and convenience. If I had just stayed calm, if I had exercised a shred of patience, I never would have legally bound myself to her. Esther was three years older than me. Three years might not sound like a lifetime on paper, but looking at her now, it felt like an abyss. She was aging, losing her edge, turning into someone entirely unappealing, whi

"You called me?" I stammered, stepping cautiously out of the bedroom, pulling the edges of my silk robe tightly across my chest.Frederick was standing in the center of the dim sitting room, his back rigid, illuminated only by the cold blue glow of his phone screen. When he turned to face me, his expression wasn't just cold; it was dripping with a lethal, punishing disdain that made me feel like an intruder in my own home."Why did it take you so long to get here?" he snapped, his eyes raking over me with visible, bitter disgust."You know I was half dressed, and I needed to put up my dress or something," I started, my voice trembling under the sheer weight of his glare."For what reason?" Frederick cut me off, stepping closer, his voice dropping into a harsh, venomous hiss that made my blood run cold. "Do you realize how bad and unattractive you are? Look at you. You are an absolute eyesore.""Frederick, please…" I reached out a shaking hand, desperate to pierce through his armor, to

ESTHER"F*ck! You stink. What's this smell? Wait! Is this coming from your p*ssy?"The words didn't just hang in the air between us; they landed like a physical blow, heavy and suffocating against my skin.I froze, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes snapped up to meet Frederick’s. For months, I had lived in this house like a ghost, existing on the periphery of his life, starved of his attention, counting the weeks since he had last looked at me with anything resembling warmth. When he finally sent that text tonight, “Be in bed by ten,” a wild, desperate spark of hope had ignited in my chest. I had rushed upstairs, slipping into the black silk robe I knew he hated just to catch his eye, craving his touch with an agonizing hunger that had been eating at me day and night for months.I had been so ready for him. My skin was flushed, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, every nerve ending screaming for the weight of him against mine. Instead, he pulled back, a scowl