Dance with the Devil

Abeni sat on her bed, staring at the laptop screen that read, "Sorry, you have not been accepted for the job. We will contact you if a position becomes available." With a sigh, she closed the laptop and leaned her head back against the headboard. It had been 3 months since she lost her job, and the bills were piling up. Rent was due, her sister was hospitalized, and her mother was too weak to find work. The responsibility for it all fell on Abeni. She paid the rent, her mom's care home fees, her sister's hospital bills, and living expenses. Standing up from the bed, Abeni walked to the small apartment's living room. As she got a drink of water, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Looking at the caller ID, she rolled her eyes. It was her dad. “Abeni omobinrin mi ololufe” said her dad. {Abeni my dear daughter} “What do you want?” she asked, annoyed. “Please lend me some money to pay off my debts”, he pleaded Abeni rolled her eyes again. This man was always asking for money, desp

His POV Dmitry Kuznetsov, sat in his office, overlooking the city from his high-rise building. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl who had slapped him at the hospital and spilled coffee on him. Anger coursed through his veins, but something else lingered beneath the surface. He remembered the feel of her soft skin, the way her brown eyes flashed with defiance, and the way her afro hair cascaded down her back. She was curvy in all the right places, and he found himself captivated by her beauty. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her under his control, to feel her body writhing beneath his touch. Dmitry's mind drifted back to the encounter at the hospital, the way she had challenged him, daring to stand up to the mighty Dmitry Kuznetsov. He couldn't help but admire her courage, even if it was misplaced. He knew that he could make her pay for her insolence, but there was something about her that made him want to keep her close, to see what else she was capa

Abeni stared in disbelief at the message lighting up her phone: "Congratulations Abeni Oni, You have gotten the job!" A squeal escaped her lips before she could contain herself. She had done it! All her hard work had paid off. This job would change everything - no more struggling paycheck to paycheck. She could finally help her mom get better care for her sister Ada. Abeni's finger hovered over her best friend's contact. She couldn't wait to share the exciting news. But before she could make the call, her phone started ringing. It was her mother. "Ma-" Abeni began cheerfully before her mother cut her off. "Abeni, are you okay?" Her mother's voice was tight with fear. Confused, Abeni replied "Yes, I'm fine! What's wrong?" Her mother responded in Yoruba "Baba re ni..." {It's your father...} Abeni's heart sank. "What has he done this time?" she asked warily. "It's about his debts..." her mother began. "I got a call at the care home this afternoon..." "Who called? Are you okay?"

The car door was opened by one of his men, revealing the outside of the airport. Dmitry nodded curtly, his mind still consumed with thoughts of Abeni. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing at that moment.The questions swirled through his mind as he stepped out of the car and onto the tarmac.He turned to one of his men. “Keep an eye on her discreetly,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.As his men disappeared into the crowd, Dmitry walked briskly towards his private jet. The thought of Abeni lingered in his mind, her delicate features, her smooth brown skin, her curves. He climbed aboard the plane, feeling a strange mixture of anticipation and longing.The flight attendant, a young and ambitious woman, approached him with a knowing smile.“Hello, Mr. Kuznetsov,” she purred. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Dmitry felt a flash of annoyance. He didn’t need her flirting now, not when all he could think about was Abeni.He glared at her. “Yeah,” he growled. “You c

A few days later, Dmitry sat in his office, fingers tapping impatiently on the polished wooden desk. His phone rang, and he snatched it up without even glancing at the caller ID. "What is it?" he growled. His man, Victor, cleared his throat nervously. "Sir, we've checked every lead. Abeni's father seems to have vanished off the face of the earth. We're running out of options." Dmitry's expression darkened. "Fine. Keep looking. I want him found, understood!" He slammed the phone down, anger coursing through his veins. Abeni's father disappearing was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he owed Dmitry a lot of money. But on the other hand, he could finally pay Abeni a visit. Abeni was at the bakery working, as always, diligently and attentively. The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, and the sound of the mixers and ovens hummed in the background. She was thinking about her payday, which was today, her very first salar