LOGINAM I STUPIDLY LOSING A GENUINE BOYFRIEND?Shalling's POV I clutched the edge of the doorframe, my knuckles whitening as Kova’s shadow stretched across my porch. The streetlamp buzzed overhead like it was mocking me. He stood there, shoulders slumped, eyes red-rimmed under the porch light.“Shalling, please,” he said, voice raw. “Just hear me out. I swear on everything I wasn’t cheating. That girl is my cousin. Mom’s side. We hadn’t seen each other since she moved to Abuja three years ago. She was in town for a couple of days. That's it.”I bit the inside of my cheek. The description my friend had given me flashed behind my eyes. “Cousin,” I echoed, the word tasting like ash. “Funny how you never mentioned her before. Not once in so long have we been together, Kova. No wonder you always let me go freely anytime I wanted to leave, just like the day I had a game. So you simply just disappear to meet another girl.”He stepped closer, palms open like he was surrendering. “Because it was
TRAPPED IN BRUCHA'S KITCHEN I gripped the knife tighter, the blade hovering over the onions as the kitchen filled with the sharp tang of garlic and pepper. Brucha’s message still burned in my pocket: *I’m saving us the best lounge chairs. Hurry, I miss that smile.* He had texted me. This kitchen has a lot of saved memories of me and Jack. The images of the silly things he dared here flooded back. The worse was the day he took the risk of a lifetime trying to fuck me right in the kitchen even knowing his brother was just there at home. If death never killed a man, the next thing that will surely do that is the uncontrolled middle leg.I chopped faster, willing the rhythm to drown out the memory of Jack's hands on me last week.The back door clicked. Soft footsteps approached. “Missed me, didn’t you?” I spun. Jack leaned against the counter, shirt half-unbuttoned, that lazy grin cutting straight through my resolve. “Jack, no. Brucha’s waiting at the hotel. I’m not doing this again.
CAUGHT WITH MY BOSS Laura's POV I balanced the heavy tray on one hip, the steam from the steak curling up like a secret between us. The dining room lights were dimmed low, just the way he liked after a long day, casting golden pools across the mahogany table. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped closer. Last night’s voice still echoed in my skull—his low rumble on the phone: “Laura, don’t go to bed. I’ll be home late. Wait for me.” I’d paced the hallway until two, phone clutched like a lifeline, every creak in the silent house making me jump. He never came. The silence after that call had clawed at me all day. God, I missed him. Missed the way his fingers dug into my hips like he was already married to me and has every freedom to have me the way he wanted. Missed the growl in his throat when he lost control. “Sir,” I said, sliding the plate in front of him, voice steadier than I felt. “Dinner’s served. Medium rare, just like you want. I added extra rosemary this time—thou
THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS—LILYBrucha's POV The afternoon sun slanted through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couch where Jack sprawled, flipping through his phone. I paced the narrow strip of carpet between the coffee table and the TV stand, my bare feet sticking slightly to the tiles with each turn. My pulse hammered in my ears, not from the heat, but from the words I’d been swallowing for weeks. Lily. Her name alone sent a rush through me, warm and electric, like the first sip of something forbidden that you know will change everything.“Jack,” I started, voice low, almost cracking. I gripped the back of the chair a bit tighter. In my head, her face bloomed—those soft brown eyes crinkling when she laughed at my dumb jokes, the way her fingers brushed mine last time. Her courage and straight forwardness. Lily is just a completion of everything I lacked. She was entertaining too, or would I say she is a talkative and I love her more for that. Lily is everyth
THE JEALOUS SECRET AGENTKova's POV The phone felt like a live wire in my palm, buzzing against my sweaty fingers as I paced the narrow strip of carpet between my bed and the window. My chest tightened with every step, lungs pulling in shallow breaths that tasted like the stale air of betrayal. How the hell had Shalling known? She screamed it at me last night. I hadn’t told a soul. Not my friends, not even the girl whose perfume still clung to my shirt collar. But someone had. And the pieces kept snapping together in my skull like broken teeth: Lily’s smirk at me in my house the moment Aria appeared. The way her eyes had lingered on us suspiciously. She shouldn't be bothered. We are not friends anymore. And,Does she know Shalling in any way?My thumb hovered over her contact. Lily. The number I’d saved when we were lovers. Lovers for nothing . Lovers that had me no inch near her pants.My heart slammed harder. If it was her… God, if it was her, I’d make her choke. I hit dial befor
MISSING THE SEXY BILLIONAIREThe silk of my sheets clings to my thighs like a lover who won’t let go, but it’s not enough. Not tonight. Not when every inch of my skin still remembers his hands. I roll onto my side in the dark, the city hum outside my window a mocking lullaby, and my thumb hovers over his name again. Mr. Karim. The contact glows soft gold on the screen, the same way the suite lights had painted his chest when he’d stood over me, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with that quiet hunger.God, the suite. I can still smell the faint trace of his cologne on my pillow from the last time I buried my face in it, pretending. Marble floors cool under bare feet, floor-to-ceiling glass showing the glittering sprawl of the city below like imaginary luxury. He’d poured champagne without asking, the flute cool against my lower lip before he tilted it himself, watching me swallow. “You taste better than this,” he’d said, voice low, and I’d laughed—actually laughed—because no client had ever
SEXUAL DRAMA IN KALVIN'S ROOM “Maybe.” I played along, faking my own little show of terror. I clutched him tight against my body. God, it felt so damn sweet having Kalvin wrapped around me like that. The big moment had finally arrived. Kalvin still hadn’t clocked that he was basically fused to me
A FAVORITE JOB IN BRUCHA'S COMPANY As I lounged on the couch in my room, my mind became a whirlwind of thoughts. Kova's words replayed in my head, his audacity leaving me both shocked and infuriated. Who did he think he was, speaking to me that way? It dawned on me that his behavior wasn't en
A SEXY PLAN WITH AUNTY LAURA As Laura arrived to announce my meal was ready, I seized the opportunity to engage her in an unconventional conversation. "Why do you always dress like an old woman?" I asked, fake curiosity getting the better of me.My intentions were clear to me. I wanted to create
ANOTHER DAY TO GET KALVIN MAD“Come with me,” Kalvin said, leading me by the hand into his bathroom.Was it going to happen that fast today? I wondered. No stress!Was he going to bend me over right there? Or maybe he wanted a wet, steamy moment, water dripping down our bodies. Maybe that was his t







