ERE’S SCENT: THE FRAGRANCE OF SIN
Aanoni Adukolapo was raised to lead. He is disciplined, charismatic, egoistic, and heir to a fortune. At twenty-eight, he has carved his name into a perfume empire, a revolt against his father’s tight reins. But power has never unsettled him the way Ere does.
Ereadurami is thirty-five: elegant and dangerously alluring. The kind of woman who should be sacred, a taboo, and off-limits in Yoruba culture. Her boutique displays her clothing artistry, work of a master. She is sweet, refined, but behind that subtle demeanor lies a hungry succubus.
What begins as a random suggestion inside her boutique soon spirals into a hunger neither of them can resist. Every glance, every stare, every breath is calculated, meant not to seem weak. She is older, forbidden, and everything his father would use to destroy him.
But the closer Aanoni gets to Ere, the harder it becomes to care about consequences. Desire is intoxicating, hypnotic and surrendering to her might be the most reckless, irresistible rebellion of all.
Ere’s Scent is a sensual and erotic tale of age-gap temptation, power, and passion where legacy clashes with lust, where rebellion clashes with passion , and one forbidden woman could bring an empire to its knees.
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR The air thickens with the weight of his presence. His anger radiates off him in waves, and I already know this won’t be a simple exchange. Trailing behind him, almost hesitantly, are my siblings, Arin and Ara. They keep their heads low, their body language cautious, as if hoping to avoid becoming collateral damage. My father is dressed in a similar agbada to mine, but his is far more elaborate. The beading on his white fabric glistens under the restroom’s dim lighting, woven intricately with gold. His *Fila (headgear for men)* matches white, with delicate gold embroidery at the tip. His beard is freshly trimmed, his regal red beads layered in descending sizes around his neck, and his polished black loafers gleam against the tiled floor. He looks every bit the powerful man he is. And right now, that power is directed at me. “Ever since your teenage years, you’ve been nothing but defiant,” he starts, his voice sharp. “No sense of urgency. No responsibility. This family’s legacy was
Last Updated: 2025-09-28
Chapter: CHAPTER THREEAn hour later, Ahmed drives steadily into the hotel’s parking lot before bringing the car to a smooth halt. “We’re here, sir,” he says. I peer out of the tinted window and immediately spot my mum and her PA standing at the hotel’s entrance, waving in my direction. "Shit. This woman likes stress too much."I sigh, rubbing my temples before unlocking the door. “Alright, Ahmed, let’s go,” I say, stepping out before he can rush around to open the door for me. “Mum, I’m coming. Please hold on,” I call out as I stride towards the entrance, Ahmed trailing behind, ready to exchange pleasantries. “Aanoni, Aanoni, remember I’m gradually becoming an elder,” she says dramatically, tilting her head. She wasn’t wrong, though. Even with the layers of expertly blended makeup and what I assume is a fresh round of Botox, her voice and the way she carried herself were dead giveaways of her age. “Please respect the time I give you,” she continues in a hushed yet firm tone. “Your father is upstair
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWOI pause to soak in the stunning architecture of the sleek, contemporary shopping complex before me. The vibrant atmosphere brims with excitement as I make my way toward the boutique that’s caught my eye.Knock, knock. No response. “Who is here?" I say as I peer through the boutique’s glass windows. I gently slide open the door and step inside, immediately hit by the thick scent of fabric, perhaps even too strong. My eyes sweep across the space before me. The senator's attire, which I had seen through the glass windows, was impressive, but these perfectly arranged outfits on the racks were breathtaking. Who’s here?" I call out. “Helloooo?" I repeat, this time with more irritation. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to Ere’s Scent."A soft, almost shy voice replies from somewhere in the boutique. I swiftly tilt my head in the direction of this ethereal sound, and standing before me is a beauty like no other. “Oh, hi. Good evening." My voice is steady, but my mind isn't. “ I need a fit
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONE The Friday evening breeze sweeps through the open windows, sending a sharp chill across my skin. I jerk up with a hiss, irritated. I hate the cold. And worse, the rain, the dampness, the muddy streets it leaves behind. Annoyed, I toss the duvet off my body, exposing my warm, naked skin to the air, and immediately regret it. The curtains are wide open, courtesy of my mother’s unannounced visit earlier. I can still hear her voice in my head. “Aanoni, don’t you know it’s bad luck always to close your windows like a depressed person? Jo! Jo! (Please, please!) Fresh air must enter abeg.” I smirk as I remember the way she had gone around, yanking the windows open while muttering about bad energy and how I needed to let light into my life. But another gust of cold air makes me shiver, snapping me back to the present. Damn, I need to close those windows. I step onto the cold tiled floor, stretching my 6’4 frame as the city lights cast faint shadows over my broad chest and sculpted torso.
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