Donovan

After reading the message, Boma froze in shock, unable to believe her eyes. She stared at the note for a few more seconds before finally collecting herself.For the first time, she keenly observed her surroundings. No one seemed to be paying her any particular attention.She then closely examined the VIP section, separated by an elegant partition made of sturdy sticks intricately assembled to form a fence-like structure.Attempting to gain a clear view of the area proved challenging as the partition stood about five feet high. Struggling to catch a glimpse, she hesitated to rise to her feet, aware that doing so would draw unwanted attention.Quickly folding the note, she stashed it in her jeans pocket, her heart pounding.Ignoring the warnings against venturing here, she had succumbed to foolish pride. Now, with reality hitting hard, she contemplated a timely departure.Anxiously wary of being observed, she dialed her friend's number, hoping for a swift answer. Thankfully, her friend p

Boma sat across from Hilda in the bustling cafeteria the next day. The clatter of trays and the murmur of conversations filled the air, but Boma barely noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in the heavy thoughts that had plagued her since the night before.Hilda ate her lunch with a casual grace, her fork moving rhythmically between her plate and her mouth. Boma, on the other hand, merely picked at her food, her appetite nowhere to be found. Every now and then, her gaze would drift to the ring on her finger, its cold metal pressing into her skin like a relentless reminder.The ring glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights, a stark symbol of Donovan's control. Boma’s heart clenched with every glance. She could almost hear his voice, stern and unyielding, echoing in her mind. She loathed the ring and everything it represented, but the fear of his warning paralyzed her. Removing it seemed impossible, the threat he had issued looming over her like a dark cloud."Try and stop worrying," H

Boma remained silent, thinking she would rather be anywhere than there.His free finger reached for her cheek, softly caressing it. She resisted the urge to flinch or reject his touch."Do you understand me?"She nodded. "Yes."He studied her face for a few seconds. She maintained eye contact for those few seconds. At that moment she was lost in the beauty of his eyes. Then she reminded herself that his beauty was just a perfect cover he was blessed with to hide his bad side."Tell me something. I mean, tell me the truth, how many boyfriends have you had?"His question was direct but still plunged her into an ocean of confusion. Why would he want to have such personal information?As he continued to wait expectantly for her response, she had to answer."Many."She forced a smile. It had been a joke. She didn't even know why she was responding that way. An inner voice told her it was a lame attempt at putting in some confidence. She agreed with the inner voice.A frown furrowed his brow

The kiss went on for a few more seconds. Boma didn't know how long she could keep still under his arousing onslaught. She could barely move, anyway. He had her immobile.Donovan had no intentions of letting her go until he got what he wanted. A small moan of surrender escaped her lips and when he heard it, he released her with satisfaction. That was what he had been waiting for.She looked at him with dazed eyes again, her breathing fast from being thoroughly kissed.She set her eyes on his chest, her face colored with embarrassment."Are you a virgin?" He asked, suspecting that she was, but wanting verbal confirmation.She started to nod, decided against it, and stayed silent."I asked you a question."Her eyes remained on his chest."Do not make me repeat myself."She snapped out of her silence and nodded."I want words.""Yes.""Hmm. Even though I suspected correctly, it's still surprising in this era. Nonetheless, I like it."She didn't say anything. She pressed her lips together,

After a brief moment of silence, her fear urged her to voice her immediate concern."Please- D, please where are we going?""To my apartment.” He replied matter-of-factly. “You'll return to your hostel in the morning. Don't worry. Tomorrow is a lecture-free day, so congratulations on picking the right time to test me.""I didn't mean to lie." Her words rushed out, fueled by her heightened anxiety."Oh, now she admits the truth," he said sarcastically. "How honorable. Quite impressive.""I won't do it again," she promised fervently."Yeah. After I'm done with you." He declared.She began explaining herself rapidly, words tumbling out one after another."Please, I'm sorry. I left the ring on my bed. I meant to wear it before leaving, but I was in a rush and forgot it in my haste. It wasn't intentional."There followed a lingering silence, and she hoped he was considering her explanations."A point one's girl must always wear her ring. You need that driven into you." he finally stated."N