MasukAjayi let herself into Kingsley’s apartment, the spare key turning with a familiar, quiet click. Her heart was light, her body still humming with the memory of the last time they were together. She wanted him; she wanted to lose herself in the pleasure only he seemed to provide.The bedroom was draped in shadows, the only sound the steady, rhythmic breathing of Kingsley as he slept. Ajayi smiled, slipping out of her clothes and sliding into the bed beside him. She let her hands wander over the familiar planes of his chest, her touch light and seeking."Babe," she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his neck.Kingsley stirred, but not with the usual eagerness. He groaned, shifting away from her touch. "Please... I’m not in the mood, Ajayi."The words hit her like a physical blow. She froze, her hand hovering over his skin. He had never said that to her. Never. Not once in all the time they had been together. A cold spike of anxiety pierced her chest."Come on, babe," she said
The air in the uncompleted building was thick with the scent of dust and raw, unfiltered desire. I stood in the shadows, my breath hitching as I watched them. Ajayi’s legs were spread wide, her fingers moving with a frantic, rhythmic intensity as she touched herself. Every moan that escaped her lips felt like a needle against my skin.Kingsley stood over her, his hand moving rhythmically, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my pulse race. "Faster, baby," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Come for me now. Let Daddy give you some sugar."I felt a wave of heat wash over me. Just the sound of his voice, the sheer authority in his command, made me ache. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I pulled at my clothes, my body slick with anticipation. I watched him approach her, watching as he took hold of her. He spanked her—a sharp, stinging crack that echoed against the bare walls—and twisted her nipples until she let out a soft, broken moan."Cal
The morning sun felt warmer, the air sweeter than it ever had before. Mariam stood in front of her mirror, a radiant smile fixed on her face as she smoothed her school uniform. I have my sister back, she thought, her heart swelling with a profound sense of relief. The terror of Bella’s reaction had been replaced by a blissful restoration of their bond. To Mariam, nothing beat the sanctity of sisterhood. She was practically vibrating with the need to share everything with her—the way Samuel looked at her, the heat of their conversation, and even the breathless memory of the kiss they had shared."Babe, please come out! The driver is waiting, and we’re going to be late!" Samuel’s voice drifted up the stairs, sounding strained."I’m coming, my love!" Mariam called back, giving her reflection one last nod. She hurried downstairs, her school bag swinging. "But we need to stop somewhere first. I need to get a gift for Bella."Samuel, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, didn
For thirty minutes, the sitting room was a tomb. The only sounds were the soft clink of silverware that no one was using and the heavy, ragged breathing of three people whose lives had just collided in the worst possible way. Samuel and Bella sat frozen, their gazes averted, while Mariam felt the weight of the silence pressing against her chest like a physical blow.Finally, she couldn't take it anymore."Bella? Samuel?" Mariam’s voice cracked the stillness. When they finally looked at her—one with confusion, the other with a simmering, wounded rage—she cleared her throat. "None of us have been true to ourselves. We call ourselves friends, but we’ve not been true to ourselves."She turned to Bella, her eyes pleading. "Bella, I am so sorry. I never intended to hide my relationship from you. When Samuel first asked me out, you told me you didn't love him—that you had no feelings for him. So I thought... I thought it was okay.""When was this?" Bella’s voice was like ice."The first time
"Dad? Dad, where are you?" Samuel’s voice echoed through the high-vaulted ceilings of the mansion. Receiving no response, he began to climb the stairs, his footsteps muffled by the thick, plush carpeting. "Dad, I’m home!"Inside the master suite, the air was still heavy with the scent of sweat and spent aggression. Mr. Onijikan jolted awake at the sound of his son’s voice. Panic, sharp and cold, cut through his post-coital lethargy. He reached over and roughly tapped Bella’s shoulder."Wake up! Samuel is here," he hissed.Bella struggled to peel her eyes open, her mind foggy from exhaustion and the lingering sting of the cane. She looked at him blankly, trying to process the urgency in his tone."Dress up," Onijikan commanded, his voice a frantic whisper as he shook her again. "Get your clothes on. Do not come out of this room until I text you. Do you understand?"Bella nodded wordlessly, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. Onijikan scrambled to pull on his clothes, smoot
The air in the room was thick with a heavy, sweet heat as Samuel and Mariam’s kisses deepened, growing more desperate with every passing second. Their breath hitched in a rhythmic, hungry cadence, the sound of their lips meeting echoing in the quiet space. Samuel’s hand, trembling slightly with a mix of reverence and desire, found the soft curve of her breast. He touched her gently at first, as if she were made of glass, even as the fire between them threatened to consume them both.His hands wandered lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt. The friction of his palms against her skin sent jolts through her, and as he reached the elastic of her underwear, the world outside their embrace ceased to exist. He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and knelt before her."Lie down," he whispered, his voice raspy.Mariam obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. As he began to pull her pants down, a sharp, involuntary moan escaped her—a sound that was half-pleasure,
Bella and Mariam were in the living room, still talking about Mr. Smith’s exam.“That man really meant well for us,” Bella said, stretching her legs on the sofa. “He wants us to pass.”“Hmm,” Mariam nodded, but her mind was elsewhere.So this girl is really not going to tell me anything about her p
After class, Bella cornered Mariam near the water tank.“Mariam, why didn’t you let me pick you up this morning?”Mariam looked startled. “Bella, don’t be angry. I had to get something for my mum and drop it at her shop. You know it’s closer to school.”“But your mum doesn’t open early,” Bella pres
Mariam stepped out of her compound, adjusting the buttons on her school uniform with shaky fingers. Her eyes lifted and froze.Parked directly in front of her gate was Samuel’s black car.Her heart skipped.The window rolled down slowly, revealing his familiar smirk. “Hi, Mariam.”She blinked. “Ah…
It was already past 4:00 p.m. when Bella called Samuel.He answered almost immediately.“Hi, Bella,” he said. “Hope you’re getting ready. Are you coming?”“That’s exactly why I called,” Bella replied. “I wanted to ask—won’t you pick us up?”“Oh, I will,” Samuel said calmly. “I’ll come by 7:00 p.m.







