LOGINMAVERICK.
I awoke to the sounds of something beeping from beside me, and a damn awful freaking headache as well. I groaned, trying to roll and hold onto the one person I really wanted to, only to be met with cold empty sheets beneath my palms. She wasn't here. A sharp jab in my head caused me to wince. I placed one hand on my forehead, my eyes still tightly shut as I tried to recall what had happened. Funnily enough, the only thing I remember was tI watched as she spoke, the way her eyes maintained a fixed gaze on our hands, the curve of her mouth as she spoke, and the way she flexed her fingers from time to time, all while trying to process what she was saying. She wanted to help. She was helping. She was here. Physically and mentally."You thought I wouldn't like having physical contact with you?""Well, I wasn't sure if you like physical touch in general. I personally don't.""You don't?"She nodded. "I don't. I try to avoid physical contact with people as much as I can. I despise it. It irks me and I can't help feeling like something is crawling over my body when someone touches me. In a nutshell, I do not like it.""Yet, here you are, doing it. For me," my voice was choked with too much emotion. Emotions I can't bring to words. "You do not like it, but you're making me an exception.""Yes," she murmured. "Because you are mine. I'll always have your back." Sh
"Huh?""You do know how to bake, don't you?" She asked."Uhh. Not really. I prefer cooking to baking. It isn't as precise." I answered, trying to make sense of what was happening. She wants me to..."Cool! You can sit and watch me bake, then," a small smile played on her lips, her head tipped to the side to watch me. "Come on in and let's bake!" She then took my hand, turned her key in and pushed the door open, pulling me alongside.I guess I won't be wallowing in the pit of my own despair after all."I need to change out of this before we start. I can't bake in this. I suppose you can't, either. I'll bring the shorts you wore last time you were here," she was walking into her bedroom as she spoke. "Make yourself comfortable," she called, finally disappearing inside.I sat on the single seater sofa with a heavy sigh. I leaned my head back, stretching my legs as far as they could go and placed my right hand over my forehead while
We walked into the grand house making small talk. I was glad we weren't having dinner at the pack house, I wouldn't be able to handle that. The memories have never left, and it would've been nearly impossible to pretend everything was okay sitting in that house. When I came back two years ago, Mama and Baba had already moved to this house. We rounded the corner and I was met with one of the most beautiful sights, second to that of my Hibba. Mama. She had donned a beige ankara gown made into a bubu like Nana's. She had a huge smile on her face.The sofas had been pushed back to create more space for everyone. Despite not having any new ones, Mama had pictures from when we were kids scattered around the living room in different frames. A large carpet had been spread out in the middle of the room, with more than six large food warmers arranged, alongside a plethora of plates and bowls. 'Our Mama,' Amadi cooed quietly. Baba sat at what looked
The ride was better than I imagined. While we may have not talked much, we still discussed our pending mission, which we leave for tomorrow, and the DNA results that we received today. We will be reviewing everything with the group before we begin our journey. I also had a song playing. The type with no beat whatsoever.That aside, I can't say that I am not nervous about seeing Baba for the first time after two years. I have absolutely no idea what he'd come up with today, or what he'd say. I assume he'd try to be nice for Aiden's and Natasha's sake, but with him one can never be too sure. Having Sherneil around was already making things more bearable. While I might be nervous, I don't think I'd care too much about Baba's opinion... tonight, anyway. Tonight wasn't about him, much to his dismay, tonight was about the people whom I cherished the most. Us bonding, Mama thought it was best before I leave for the mission. Which as usual, she was absolutely right about.And for Sherneil's
MAVERICK."Mmmmpphh...!" The sound ripped from my throat forcefully the moment my lips touched hers. My mouth enveloped hers in a fierce grip. I closed my eyes and relished the feel of her body pressed against mine. Her petite body against my muscled one was a perfect fit, and I couldn't help but imagine us in a bed as I tucked her tightly into my chest.I kissed her harder, swallowing each and every one of her moans before I pushed the turban off her head and thread my fingers through her braids.Fuck! I knew doing this here was wrong because right now, the tension in my caftan trousers was killing me. The moment I laid eyes on her after she stepped out, I knew I was utterly done for. She looked absolutely gorgeous, a certain radiance around her. If Ammi wasn't there, I wasn't sure what I'd have done. But while I wasn't expecting to meet her by the door when I arrived, I was glad to have still met her. She may still have her inhibitions about me and Sherneil being together, but at le
Finally ready to leave, I left the bathroom, picked up my bag, and clasped my black shoes before I made my way into the living room. The Grand Queen had insisted we have a family dinner before leaving tomorrow. I suppose it was also a way to help Natasha and Aiden spend the day surrounded by love instead of alone in the hospital.As soon as I pulled open the door and stepped into the living room, my heart halted. Because right there, in the middle of the living room and sitting before Ammi, was Maverick. Two big black nylon bags rested beside Ammi, and I could see them spilling with fruits.Mav looked up as soon as I clicked the door shut, then stood up in a flash, his eyes taking me in in a heated gaze that weakened my knees. Well, that and the fact that I was seeing him in a caftan for the very first time. Brown and paired with a black cap, his low cut beard accentuating his face perfectly. Oh damn, my senses were completely overwhelmed by his scent, in all the b







