LOGINSheila's POVI slapped my hand flat over my mouth as I watched the lip gloss disappear into her jacket pocket. Smooth as anything.And then she turned toward the exit, walking majestically, totally unbothered, like she had not just shoplifted a lipgloss.I raised my eyes to the roof. Lord help me.I was already moving.I came around the corner fast, spotted the security guard closing in from the left and made my decision without even thinking about it.I turned into her aisle, spread my arms wide and opened my mouth."Oh my God. Zuki. There you are. I have been looking everywhere for you."The look on her face when she turned around almost made me lose it completely right there.I held it together.I smiled at the guard like a woman with nothing to hide, touched his arm, apologized warmly for my wandering cousin, walked us to self checkout, scanned the lip gloss, tapped my card and had us out the door in under ninety seconds.Then we were walking fast.Then faster.Then we were runnin
Zuki's POVDecember 30th.Two days before the new year. Two days before my flight home.By now I had finished packing my suitcase.There was something final about a fully packed suitcase that words could not quite explain.I got up early today, brushed my teeth, pulled on my leggings and a hoodie. Then opened the Uber app.I had two days left in Las Vegas and I was going to use them properly.The gym was the first stop.It was early enough that the morning crowd had not fully arrived yet. I stood outside for a moment just looking at the entrance. Same sign. Same potted plant by the door that was somehow still alive.I thought about the first time Sheila had come here with me. How she had run on the treadmill like it had personally offended her. How she had worked hard on the bikes, so focused on her daily exercises as though she was training for the Olympics.I went inside and did a light workout. Nothing serious. Just enough to feel it. The familiar burn in my legs, the rhythm of my
Sheila's POVMorning came in slowly through the curtains.I lay there for a while just watching the light change on the ceiling. Gold at first, then pale, then the soft flat white of Christmas morning. Somewhere outside a bird was making noise.For a few seconds, before my brain caught up, everything felt okay.Then it caught up.I closed my eyes and just breathed. Last night came back in pieces. The music. The lace. Her hands on me and then gone. The way she had looked at me before she went upstairs.I stayed in bed until I couldn't anymore.Downstairs the living room still looked like a party that had ended too soon. Balloons leaning against the wall. Empty cups on the side table. The cake with only a few slices missing sitting under its glass cover. The fairy lights were still on, blinking quietly like they hadn't gotten the memo that the night was over.I made coffee and stood in the kitchen listening to the house. It was strange how loud a big house could be when it was empty. U
Sheila's POVBy eleven the guests had trickled out. Bringing the party to an end.The house was quiet again.Zuki was in the living room, sitting on the couch with her shoes dangling from one hand, scrolling through her phone with the other. The fairy lights were still on. The remnants of the cake sat on the table. It looked like the aftermath of something that had almost been perfect.It was time.So I went upstairs. Took off the robe.Looked at myself one more time in the mirror. The pink lace sat against my skin like a second thought I had decided to commit to. I had bought it for this. I had known, somewhere underneath all my confusion and cowardice, that I was buying it for this exact moment.I connected my phone to the bluetooth speaker downstairs, queued the song, and walked back down.Zuki looked up when I appeared in the doorway.Her eyes traveled over me slowly. The lace. The way I was standing. Something shifted in her expression immediately — a crack in the careful distan
Sheila's POVI returned to the party.The doorbell rang twenty minutes later.A courier. Two packages.The first was a shoebox. Christian Louboutin heels in Zuki's size with a handwritten card from my mother tucked inside. "Happy Birthday my darling niece. Wear them somewhere fabulous. Love, Aunty."The second was an envelope in my father's handwriting. Inside was a cheque for twenty thousand dollars and a card that said simply: "Enjoy your youth. Love, Uncle."I carried both to Zuki and set them on the table in front of her.She opened the shoebox first. Lifted out one heel and held it up to the light the way people hold up newborn babies. The room gathered."Are those—" one of the girls started."Louboutins," Zuki confirmed, in a tone that suggested the conversation was over.She set the shoe down reverently and opened my father's envelope next. Read the card. Looked at the cheque. Looked at it for a long moment."Twenty thousand dollars," she said quietly."Yes," I said.She set it
Sheila's POVI started decorating at nine in the morning.Balloons. Fairy lights strung along the living room ceiling. A banner I had ordered two days ago that said "Happy Birthday Zuki" in gold capital letters.I pushed the furniture back to make space, set up a small table with her favorite snacks, ordered a cake from the bakery downtown that I had picked out myself. Chocolate ganache. Pink frosting. Twenty six candles.I told myself this was for the party. For my parents arriving tonight. For giving Zuki a proper send off even if the thought of her leaving made it hard to breathe.But I knew what it really was.It was me finally being brave.I had spent the morning texting a small group of people Zuki had met during her time here. A few girls from the club we had gone to on her first week. Emeka, the Nigerian guy from the food truck she had declared made the best jollof rice she had ever tasted outside of London. A couple of the neighbors who had met her and immediately fallen unde
Maya POV.He was so good-looking I couldn't take my eyes off him.Really.Was a man allowed to be this hot?When I said a man, I meant a real man. Broad shoulders 'an' all.Huge muscles, strong legs, and a thick erection that seemed to be calling to me.I bathed my lashes at him, the sight so entr
Maya POV.It was 6 p.m. when I finally settled into my room.I lay on the bed gazing up at the ceiling and fuming with anger.I might have just been swindled out of 50 dollars in cash.This motel was the absolute worst!After I went over to the store, I met a lady chewing a bubble gum at the counte
Maya POV."I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat," Mr. Jonah said as he set the test kit on the table and swabbed my thumb with a sterile gaze pad. "Press down on it to stop the bleeding.""I'm only scared of needles," I grumbled as I did as he instructed, pressing down on my finger."If you ca
Maya POV.7 p.m.on the dot, I walked into the lobby of the hotel.I looked around the place.From the outside, it looked like a normal hotel, but once my feet crossed the threshold, I had a weird feeling.This was no ordinary hotel.While outside was painted white with a nice sign: Welcome to Parad







