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Knock. Knock."Come in," I say, the words rolling off with practiced ease, as though the space were mine.Ahmed walks in casually, a folder in hand.I nod, and he turns to leave, closing the door behind him."What's that?" she asks, looking confused and speculative."Something you'll like," I say.I gently pull out the paper, glance over it once more, then hand it over to her.She stretches out her hand and takes it from me, giving it a quick scan."An agreement?" she says, tilting her head and hand like she's about to fling the paper."Yes, an agreement," I respond, smirking."I see…" she says, still looking confused.INFORMAL AGREEMENT OF CONDUCT & INTIMACY"This document serves as an informal understanding between Adukolapo Aanoni and Tijani Ereadurami, which both parties have voluntarily entered into.Although it is not legally binding, it is to be upheld in good faith as a framework for conduct, intimacy, and mutual trust. By agreeing to the terms below, both parties acknowledge
ERE’S SCENT: THE FRAGRANCE OF SIN CHAPTER TEN
The drive to Ere's store is slow and agonizing. The bouquet beside me keeps brushing against my shirt, its blossoms prickling faintly at the fabric as if demanding my attention. I scroll through Ere's page absentmindedly, a smile tugging at my lips.The wait was finally over.Minutes pass before Ahmed eases the car into the familiar complex and brings it to a smooth halt in front of her building."We're here, sir," he says, his voice low but firm as he unbuckles his seatbelt."Alright. Bring the flowers," I instruct, slipping on my shades to shield my eyes from the glaring sun.Ahmed hurries out, cradling the bouquet carefully as he follows behind me.I push the door to her store open, and immediately the air shifts.A chorus of ouuuhs, awwwns, and drawn-out woooows fills the space.Several women approach Ahmed, their curious hands grazing the bouquet, their voices bubbling with excitement."Awwn, I love a man who knows how to get to a woman's heart," one gushes, dressed in a delicat
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The doorbell rings, slicing through my sleep like a blade.I drag my tired body across the room, hair disheveled, eyes still heavy, and open the door to find the laundry woman standing there with her usual polite smile."Come in," I mutter, my voice rough from sleep."Thank you, sir," she says softly. Without hesitation, she slips past me and heads straight to the walk-in wardrobe. Her hands move with practiced ease, gathering shirts, suits, and trousers in neat bundles."When you're done, let me know," I say, already turning away. I sink back onto the mattress of my king-sized bed, the cool sheets swallowing me whole.Just as my eyes flutter shut, my phone pings on the nightstand.Ayanfe.The sixth notification this week.Persistent. Relentless. Almost desperate. She wasn't giving up on us meeting. And I wasn't ready to open a door I couldn't closeI ignore her message, my fingers drifting instead to the folded papers beside my phone, the informal draft I'd prepared for Ere. My "t
ERE’S SCENT: THE FRAGRANCE OF SIN CHAPTER EIGHT
"Seven, eight, nine, ten!" I grunt as I finish the last rep of my dead-hang exercise.Sweat drips down my abs and legs in thin rivulets. I grab a towel from the treadmill, wiping myself off as I head toward the kitchen.My phone buzzes."What's up, bro? I'm here".Ara's already inside, brewing coffee like he owns the place."Want some?" he asks, wiping the marble island with a paper towel."Not at night ." I raise a brow. "I just need to stay alert for the ball tonight. You know some hot chicks will be there." He laughs, jabbing at my bare abs.I toss the paper towel at his head and walk off toward the bedroom. Arin is glued to the game console, his fingers flying, his face tense."Don't you have better things to do?" I mutter, shaking my head before heading into my wardrobe.I strip down, wrap a towel around my waist, and head for the shower."I need the laundry woman soon," I mumble at the pile of clothes.Cold water streams down, but it doesn't cool the fire raging inside me. For
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Fuck, I can't seem to focus," I mutter under my breath, angrily tossing the notepad onto the sofa ahead.Six damn days. Six days of distractions, and they all led to one thing, Ere's thighs.I couldn't get them out of my head.I grab the telephone receiver."Jude.""Yes, sir," Jude replies, his tone weary, like he's been answering me one too many times lately.It always went the same way:"Jude.""Yes, sir.""Would you say perfumes project more in… intimate areas? Like the thighs, cleavage?"A long pause."Umm…""Never mind. Get back to work."And then I'd drown myself in thoughts all over again.The agonizing wait was driving me insane. Suspense chewing at my brain. I'd overthought myself into migraines. Enough. It was time to act."Meet me outside in 5 minutes", I text Ahmed, spraying on my most intoxicating concoction, one that could topple kings, before strapping on my Richard Mille. Today, I was making a grand entrance at Ere's boutique.I'm outside, Ahmed pings back.I head out,
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The Adukolapo residence doesn't feel as gloomy as before, but the tension in the air is unmistakable. My absence has stretched longer than my father expected, and word around the house says his patience is fraying. I had avoided my family, and my brothers in particular, hoping that distance would give me clarity. But I couldn't hide forever."Welcome, Mr. Aanoni, Water or tea, please?"Gideon, the chauffeur, greets me with a smile.That was one thing about Gideon. Fifteen years working under my father's tyranny, and he never once cracked. Not under the weight of insults, not even under the endless hours. Unshakable."Water with lemon, please. The cold's been getting to me lately," I reply, allowing him to escort me into the grand sitting room. I sink into the three-arm sofa my mother once imported overseas, a piece she swore no Nigerian craftsman could replicate.My phone buzzes on the table.Arin: Are you here now?Me: I'm in the living room.I toss the phone aside and absently pick
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