Chapter 7

RESISTING MY EX-BOYFRIEND

The doorbell rang just as I was about to slip out. I really wasn’t in the mood to face Kova right now. I’d already survived every exam thrown at me; I didn’t need another round of his endless questions. And Kova? He never missed an opportunity.

I tossed a few essentials into my handbag—no real plan, just the urgent need to escape my desperate ex.

Yes, he is now an ex. In my head, I’d already moved on. No new guy yet, and honestly, I wasn’t looking. Boyfriends are a scam.

Better to stack cash, let wealthy men spoil you for a minute, then walk away free—with no one blowing up your phone when you want peace.

How had Kova gotten here so fast? Had he been lurking nearby before he even called?

I opened the door, bracing myself—and froze. Two massive figures filled the frame. My dad hadn’t mentioned coming back today.

“Surprise…” Dad grinned, all smug satisfaction.

It was more than a surprise. What really threw me was the man standing behind him. Damn. ‘Cute’ didn’t match his description. The stranger’s face was flawless like an Angel from heaven. And the way he carried himself made it hard to focus on Dad’s placating blush.

“Hey, Dad,” I managed, forcing a smile. “You really know how to hit your little baby with the unexpected. How could you?”

“You have nothing to worry about. I just wanted to sneak in like a thief in the night.”

“I’d have blown your head off for that,” I shot back, grinning wider. “Lucky for you, your timing’s perfect.”

I pulled him into a tight hug. God, I’d missed him more than I’d let myself admit. I have truely missed my dad. All the depressing mess of the past few weeks had buried those rare sweet moments we shared.

Dad was never the super-close, talk-every-day type of father—not like some—but he wasn’t bad. Money always showed up from him when I needed it; he made sure I wasn’t broke. Still, I craved more than transfers and quick calls. He wasn’t there for all that deep affection. Kova had been… and now?

Kova’s chapter was closing fast.

I stepped back, letting Dad guide me inside with his arm around my waist.

“Meet my beautiful daughter, Kalvin,” he said to his friend.

“Hey. You look stunning.” Kalvin’s voice was low, almost a purr, as he extended a hand.

“Thanks.” I took it. He was more striking—way younger than Dad, maybe six to ten years difference. Our eyes locked, and something unspoken flickered between us.

“This is my best friend—Kalvin,” Dad added. “He’ll be around for two or three weeks.” The smile on his face softened, then faded.

I wasn't listening. I was preoccupied by unsettling thoughts. A potential new lover just landed in my house. 

*** * *

Dad and Kalvin had only been gone a few minutes when the doorbell rang again. I was still replaying Kalvin’s face in my head—those perfect features, impossible to ignore.

Maybe Dad forgot something.

I opened the door with a half-smile, expecting my father.

Instead, Kova stood there, staring like he wanted to drill straight through me.

I tried to keep my face blank. My teeth clenched in silent frustration.

For a long second, neither of us moved. I broke first, turning away to drop onto the nearest seat.

Kova followed, taking the chair opposite.

“What did you say to me on the phone?” he asked, voice low and sharp.

“What are you even talking about? I’m not in the mood for this, Kova Mark. I was heading out when you showed up.” I stood, ready to bolt.

That old pull was stirring inside me. That urge to hug and kiss him—and I hated it. I needed to get out before I cracked.

I brushed past him toward the door.

His hand shot out, catching my wrist and yanking me back until our faces were inches apart.

“Answer one question and win a million dollars,” he said, eyes burning. “What did I do that made you start avoiding me?”

Words failed me. How could I explain? His stupid, careless jokes had set everything off. How was I supposed to admit that the virginity I’d guarded so long was gone—taken by someone else?

I pushed against his chest. He pulled me closer, his hand firm on my neck, and kissed me hard without consent.

“Kova, stop,” I gasped, struggling.

He didn’t. The kiss deepened, raw and insistent, waking every unwanted desire I’d tried to bury. My resistance melted too fast. Exactly what I hated most.

“Kova… please stop..” I whispered, voice weak and breaking.

“Not yet! You belong to me babe,” he muttered, “and between your legs is another piece of my joy. Please let's explore.” He stated, voice full of want. His body pressed against mine in very close proximity.