تسجيل الدخولThe car was still. I hadn't started it, too confused with the thoughts that spiraled in my head. I just sat still, stains of his release still covered my dress. The strap of my gown had slid down to reveal an almost red spot where he'd bit me. My nipples still ached from his mouth. My pussy still throbbed from his size and how good he'd made me feel. But somehow, those feelings weren't enough to settle me. The hotel behind me was still. Everything felt like they were holding their breath. Waiting..My phone screen lit up in my hand."Do you now know why you keep choosing me?"I didn’t answer. Because the question wasn’t about Darius anymore. It was about me. I thought I loved the freedom. I thought I wanted it. But I wasn't so sure anymore. How could I? When freedom was looking like it should?I started the engine. The road was empty at 12:20am. Lagos at night always felt like a secret. Like the city was holding its breath just for you.I drove without music. Just the sound of my bre
I left earlier after Jessica called, her voice still lingering in my head even after the line went dead. She had dropped the call and then disappeared into whatever life waited for her outside mine.Now, i was in my room, unable to sleep. The house was silent, not calm because my mind wasn't. Not restful. Just… silent in a way that pressed against my ears, like it was asking me questions.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, counting the slow rhythm of my breathing. It didn’t help. My mind refused to settle.It kept drifting back to Darius.I shut my eyes briefly, as if that would block him out, but it only made things worse.His voice came clearer in the dark. The way he spoke, low and calculated.I turned sharply onto my side."No," I muttered under my breath.But denial didn’t erase memory. If anything, it sharpened it.The way he watched me. Greedily, hungrily, and.... intently, all at once. Like he was studying something he already understood but wanted to confirm.That loo
The house remained quiet long after I sat down in the living room.For a while, I leaned back in the chair, staring at nothing in particular while the faint echo of Darius’s message lingered on my phone screen.Already missing me?I should have ignored it. Instead, my fingers walked across the keyboard."Stop patting yourself on the back, mister", I replied His reply came almost instantly."I usually am".A faint smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.That was the problem with Darius. He had a way of slipping into my thoughts long after he was gone, leaving behind the feeling that something unfinished still lingered between us.I set the phone aside and walked slowly through the house.It felt unusually empty tonight. The silence pressed against the walls in a way that made every step sound louder.James still wasn’t home. Part of me wondered where he was. Another part… didn’t care as much as it probably should have.I poured myself a glass of wine and stepped out onto the
Morning crept into Darius’s hotel room, slipping through the tall curtains in soft streaks of gold. The light rested gently on the floor before climbing slowly toward the bed, where I lay awake long before I intended to.I decided to sleep over at the hotel last night.The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of traffic far below. The sheets were warm around me, carrying the lingering scent of cologne and the kind of intimacy that made the night feel suspended in time.Behind me, the mattress shifted slightly."You’re awake".Darius’s voice came low and calm, touched with that familiar confidence that never seemed to leave him.I turned my head slowly.He was already propped against the headboard, one arm resting behind his head as he studied me with quiet amusement."How long have you been watching?" I asked.He smiled faintly."Long enough to know you weren’t sleeping".I exhaled a quiet laugh and rolled onto my back, stretching bene
Jessica was telling me what happened between her and one of her friends when my phone vibrated against the bed.The sound cut through her sentence."…and I swear if she says that again I--" She stopped, raising a brow. "Are you going to check that or just stare at it as it offended you?"I picked it up expecting it to be a text from Darius. Instead, it was an email.From the company.My pulse shifted slightly as I opened it. The message was short, professional, and polite.They understood that something had come up and were perfectly comfortable with me resuming my position a week later.I stared at the screen, smiling and Jessica noticed immediately."Ohh?" She leaned forward on the bed, curiosity plastered on her face. "That smile means something good happened".I turned the phone so she could see the email."They agreed," I said " I can start next week instead".She reacted by pulling me into a hug"Oh my God, finally," she laughed. "You’re actually going to work"I nudged her shou
The new day felt unusually beautiful. It wasn't the loud and celebratory way some mornings arrived.This one arrived in a quiet, almost fragile way, like the world had agreed to stay silent.The morning light slipped through the curtains, and its rays spread across the floor, climbing slowly toward the bed. I lay still for a while, watching it move.My head throbbed faintly. I felt a dull ache in my forehead, and I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead and exhaled slowly.Yesterday had been strange. Too strange. I woke up yesterday to find myself on the couch, the door unlocked, and with panties.I hadn't gone to church, either. I hadn't stepped outside the house. I hadn't even spoken much to anyone. I had simply stayed inside my room since yesterday evening, drifting between sleep and long stretches of silence.It wasn't like me.And, this morning, coupled with the headache, I feel oddly light. Almost weightless.Maybe it was exhaustion or maybe my mind was just trying to push c
I hurriedly got up, but the person had already left. I was wondering who could have seen me. Nobody should ever see me like this. I went to bed and eventually managed to sleep.The next day, I saw Jessica, and I kept looking at her face, hoping to see something. Anything. Who was in the house with
“Shame is a collar they give you young. I didn’t know how good it would feel to take it off.”I remember the first time I had sex.I didn’t want it.And James didn’t care.He moaned in pleasure while I cried beneath him.I also remember my mother’s words about sex:“It’s not for you to enjoy,” she
I wanted things to work between James and I. I wanted so badly for him to see me as more than just a woman he married, more than just a possession he could bring out, decorate, fuck, and tuck away when he was done. Maybe if he ever looked at me like I mattered, like I had desires too, I wouldn't h
I stared at the text. “Don’t be late.”I knew I didn’t want to find out what my lateness would cost, so I got dressed and left without the driver. I boarded a cab and went there.I was scared and uncertain, but I still went. I got there and walked into the apartment in this lonely off-town place. A







