TEMPTRESS

With a loud, guttural cry, he laid next to her. The two love birds were sweating and breathing heavily, trying to relax their bodies from an intense session of lovemaking.

Prisca was slowly descending from pleasure realms, adoring her lover with her beautiful eyes. His skillful act of romance made every minute seem like hours of unending ecstasy.

"Oh! This was-" Prisca started, lacking words to describe the blissful feeling.

Clem smirked cheekily, "Amazing?"

"Yeah," She nodded, chuckling already as she raised the duvet to cover up her bare breasts.

"Do I amaze you?" Clem asked once more, still breathing hard as he stared at her. Beautiful.

She rolled her eyes and kept quiet, smiling shortly. Suddenly, she felt the heat of his palm on her thighs.

Her head exploded in pleasure as she turned to the side, entrapping his fingers in her hot flesh as she gazed at him "Yes, you do."

He stared at her quietly. His eyes were filled with desire. She had a way of making him go insane. As if she heard his thoughts, she scooted closer, "I love the way you love me, Clem."

He replied with a chuckle, "Yes. You enjoyed it. You moan as good as you sing by the way."

She laughed, covering his mouth with her manicured fingers."You naughty boy," She finally said with a laugh, touching his nose softly.

There was a moment of silence between them as they stared lovingly at each other. Their hearts filled with desire and their bodies wanting each other. He held her nude waist and slammed her towards him, the impact causing her to moan softly. Her eyes looked discreet and scared with a layer of lust underneath.

He ignored the look and leaned forward to kiss her and she accepted it, caressing her lips with his. Just as he was getting deeper, she broke the kiss and smiled sheepishly, turning to the other side, her face lit with the light from the bed lamp.

"Baby," He started softly as he kissed her shoulders, "What's the matter?"

Prisca sighed, scared that the ravaging thoughts in her head would come to life. She didn't want it to get the best of her, so she asked, "You want to know my biggest fear?" She asked, biting her lips softly.

"I'm listening," He replied, still pressing her soft skin to his lips.

"I am scared of us. This. Us breaking apart."

He let out a deep breath and placed his hand over her chest as if reminding her of his possessions, "What are you scared of, about us, Prisca?"

She moaned as his lips touched her neck, making her hold back the words she was about to utter. He was fond of this and she lovingly hated him for it.

"I'm terrified that you'll leave me, Clem. That you will leave me for some random girl. I want everyone to know that we are in love. I don't want us to keep this secret anymore."

The fear was so visible in her eyes this time.

"It's that why you are being this dramatic?" He asked with a giggle, turning her towards him and trying to lighten up her mood.

"I am here with you my love, I won't leave you for anyone. Your love is enough for me, I don't need any other," He continued, holding her chin up, "But for now, let's keep this low ok? Just for now. I and SK haven't been straight for some months now and I don't want to draw further attention to myself or you either. Trust me, my love. I assure you, I will never leave your side."

"Promise me," She said, holding his hand, her tone bearing a great degree of desperation.

He smiled deeply and replied, "I promise you" and gave her a long, deep kiss.

She got a grip of his muscular hands as her legs parted slowly, She had been waiting but she wanted to be assured. And now, she was ready.

"Should we go again?" He asked, his voice filled with desire.

She nodded at him, as he stood up, climbing on top of her again and kissing her for all she was worth.

****

Everyone knew Prisca Ese Gideon. She was a fast-rising star in the music industry. She gained recognition when she released her debut album which successfully topped the charts for months and won her an award, earning her the name "Diva".

She was well-endowed beauty about five foot four. She had beautiful brown eyes and a lovely set of white teeth. Many said she had the voice of an angel and that her high notes and sonorous melodies could pierce the heart and cause one to fall in love.

Her net worth was about three million dollars. Aside from her clothing line, she also owned a clothing line she called Chique which surprisingly got the attention of the feminine community.

She entered the SK house this fateful morning, with an enviable demeanor, speaking elegance with every step she made. People who saw her couldn't help but smile.

"Mom, that is Prisca," A young teen said to her mother, pointing at the songstress as they both walked briskly towards her.

"Hi Prisca, oh my God! I have to be dreaming," The young lady greeted with excitement, jumping happily.

"Hi sweetheart," Prisca replied, her face beaming with smiles.

"I'm a huge fan of your songs, miss. I love your vibe! My Mom and I would like a selfie. I hope you don't mind?" She rushed out, holding her phone up.

"Of course, I don't have a problem with that," Prisca replied softly as they all got close for a selfie. The girl kept shivering though, which made Prisca lean in better with a big smile on her face.

"Thank you so much," the girl said, embracing Prisca. They bidded each other farewell and went their separate ways.

****

Prisca walked into an office that happened to be the office of her boss and manager, Mr. Samuel Kingsley James, SK for short. He was twirling in his Swivel chair listening to a demo.

"You are forty-five minutes late," he said, still twirling.

"Yes. So sorry. Lagos traffic." Prisca answered, taking her seat.

"Anyways, now that you are here…" he turned off the demo and continued, "something big came for you earlier today."

"Ok?" Prisca said, arching her eyebrow.

SK leaned closer and said, "AD&B foods proposed an endorsement deal, alongside Tufiq cosmetics."

"What's in it for me?" Prisca asked.

"30 and 50 million naira respectively. They just need your say so they can seal it with you." SK replied.

"Okay then, but I hope this one will be good. The last one screwed me over."

"We will know when they show up, but if you ask me, I think this one will be the best. Both companies have been making massive waves these past three years." SK said, leaning back in his Swivel chair.

"Alright boss. Forward the date of the meetings to me. I have a shoot by 2:00 pm." Prisca said as she stood up from her seat.

She told SK goodbye and shut the door to his office behind her. Suddenly, a hand pulled her into a room nearly opposite SK's office. It was Clem.

"Gosh! You scared me, babe!" Prisca said with a hand on her chest.

Clem with no words pulled Prisca by the waist and kissed her rapturously.

She broke away from his kiss and said, "I've got to go, babe, I have a shoot today and I haven't gotten anything yet."

"Please, darling. Just stay a little longer." Clem said, leaning forward to kiss her.

"No babe," she said, releasing herself from his grasp. "I'll come to your place later this evening, we can't do this now."

"Promise?"

"I promise," she said as she kissed him on the lips and hurried out of the room.

****

Prisca was feeling uneasy in the seat of her car. The traffic jam got even tighter, she couldn't help but hit her fist against the steering wheel and say how screwed she was.

Her phone started ringing. She was able to identify the caller through her car's infotainment system. It was Amanda, her stylist, and best friend. She picked up the call, wondering why she called earlier than she was supposed to.

"Hello Amanda, I haven't gotten any…" Prisca said but was cut off by the alarming tone of Amanda's voice.

"Hello Babe, where are you?" Amanda asked, her voice resonating loudly in Prisca's car.

"I'm stuck in this traffic here. What's the problem? Why are you sounding like this?" Prisca asked.

"It's this video"

"What video?"

"Of you and Clem in bed?"

"What? How? I don't understand"

"Shit has been trending since today, it's really crazy babe, you should see it."

"Okay, I will," Prisca said and hung up anxiously.

She burst into tears as she saw that a thirteen seconds video of her receiving backshots have been trending for the past hour. Clem wasn't visible in the video, just her. She started crying uncontrollably.

Clem didn't post this video neither was he tagged or mentioned in the post. So who could have posted this? She asked herself.

She dialed Clem's number but it was switched off. Her hands were trembling and her cry became even louder.

She visited the page again and read the comments. A few of them were painful expressions of disappointment and disgust, the rest were dirty jokes about her.

She placed her head on the steering wheel and wept still. The loud honk behind her jerked her to reality. She started the car and drove to Amanda's salon.

****

"You mean you had no idea that he was recording you the whole time?" Amanda asked.

"Would I have let him if I saw him?" Prisca asked back and continued, "I never knew at all. I didn't even see him do it. Oh my God! Am in so much trouble."

Amanda walked over to her friend and gave her a warm embrace.

"It's okay darling, it's not your fault. It was never your fault." She said.

"What if my parents see this? My fans, what will I tell them?" Prisca asked, sobbing.

"It will pass babe, it will pass. Let's just hope that your…"

Just as Amanda was yet speaking, Prisca's phone started ringing. She picked it up and in a matter of seconds, she was shaking all over.

She gave a frightful look and muttered, "It's my father." Amanda's mouth was left agape.

Prisca's picked up the call and stammered, " He-Hell-lo D-d-daddy."

She could hear her mother crying and wailing in the background. This made hot tears run down her cheeks.

"Find your way here Prisca," her father said and hung up.

Prisca's dropped to the sofa like a corpse. Amanda had her hands on her head, yelling obscenities.