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Chapter 53: The First Move
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2026-08-18 21:56:58
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Amara’s povThe phone on the nightstand buzzed, a sharp, vibrating hum against the wood that cut straight through the quiet of the bedroom.I glanced over from the edge of the bed. The screen flashed bright with an incoming notification. I reached out and snatched it up before Alex could move, my eyes locking onto the name instantly.**Pat.**A cold jolt shot straight through my veins. Seeing that exact name—the ghost I had lived in the shadow of for two years—made my chest tighten. I didn't hesitate. I unlocked the screen and looked right down at the preview message:*I keep thinking about tonight. I wish you were still here.*The blood drained completely from my face. I held the phone up, my hand shaking with a rage that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long, painful time.I dropped the phone right onto Alex’s lap."What is this?" My voice shook, pitching high with disbelief and fury. "Read it. Go ahead and read it, Alex. What the hell is this?"Alex froze, the relaxed c
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The cab ride back home was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the blur of streetlights cutting through the tinted windows. In the back seat, my mind drifted entirely away from the road, pulled backward by the weight of the evening. The memory of Alex hit me in sudden, vivid waves—not just the way he looked tonight without his ring, but the raw, frantic history we shared. I thought of his bedroom, the constant, breathless heat between us at the back of the church, and that reckless quickie we squeezed into the church restroom right between service blocks, back when we were still tangled up in everything.It was a dangerous kind of hunger, and even though I had just left him at the lounge, the memory of those hidden spaces kept replaying behind my eyes, alongside all the times we stole moments back in school.When I finally got home, I went straight to my room to freshen up, washing away the stale air of the lounge. I lay down on my bed, letting out a long breath. Not quite long
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 64: Echoes of the Past
I didn't want to overdo it, but I needed to leave an impression. As I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down my outfit, a quiet, knowing smile touched my lips. I wanted to make him remember what he had been missing. Two years of absence, two years of silence, and I wanted him to feel every single second of it the moment he looked at me. My mother’s casual warning echoed in the back of my head while I finished getting ready: *“Alex got married, you know. To some girl in the choir.”* I didn't even know her. I guess there are so many people that have joined the choir since I left for school. Whoever she was, she was just a placeholder. The lounge was twenty minutes away, and by the time I arrived, surprisingly, he was already waiting for me at a corner booth. The moment he saw me approaching, Alex stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor. Before I could even say a word, his arms were around me, pulling me into a tight, desperate hug. He smelled exactly the
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 63: Finally Home
Standing outside the gate of our house, I realized just how long two years actually felt. It had been nearly twenty-four months since I packed my things and left for university.Being away at school gave me something I badly wanted: freedom. Living on my own meant I no longer had my parents watching everything I did. I could make my own choices, go places, meet people, and live my life without constantly explaining myself. My parents still expected me to behave, but the constant supervision was gone. I had grown more independent, more confident, and much more comfortable making my own decisions.When I pushed the front door open, my mother was the first to see me. I was genuinely surprised by how excited she was.She had prepared a massive spread of food on the dining table, almost like a small buffet in the house. There were bowls of jollof rice, fried plantains, stewed chicken, and all my favorite homemade dishes. It was enough food to make me realize she had been counting down the
In Love With My Spiritual Father Chapter 62: Common Ground
George let himself into the penthouse. The hallway was dark, save for the narrow light cutting across the floor from the kitchen. He tossed his keys onto the console, loosened his tie, and pulled it away from his collar. Walking over to the bar, he poured a glass of whiskey, stared at it for a second, and left it sitting untouched on the counter.He picked up his phone. He called Pat.It rang. No answer.He had tried calling her several times since leaving the lounge, and she hadn’t answered a single one. He dialed again, but it went straight to voicemail. He hung up without leaving a message, dropped the phone onto the kitchen island, walked toward the window, and picked it up once more. He checked the chat thread. The blue read receipts were absent. She hadn't even opened his message.He tossed the phone onto the coffee table. "Enough."He sat down in the leather armchair and rubbed the back of his neck. He was too old for this. He had spent years getting people to answer his calls.
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I sat on the edge of my bed, watching the blue light of my phone screen illuminate the dark room. *Because you know you want to.* I didn't blush, and I certainly didn't feel innocent. A slow, knowing smile curved across my mouth because I understood every single layer of what he was playing at. I knew he wanted me before I left, and I knew why. But men like George didn't get things handed to them on a silver platter just because they snapped their fingers. I leaned back against the headboard, letting the silence stretch out before tapping out my reply. *Do I?* His answer came back almost instantly, sharp and impatient. *Don’t play with me, Pat.* My smile widened. I typed my next words deliberately, savoring the friction. *Maybe I like playing.* I had learned a long time ago that men rarely said exactly what they wanted. They dressed it up in compliments, expensive dinners, manufactured concerns, and smooth promises. But underneath all of it was always the exact same thing: the
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