The Girl He Shouldn't Desire: His Best Friend's Daughter

And you make me feel like I’m out of my mind, but it’s alright. (it’s alright)Nothing ever gets me high like thisI pick my poison and it’s youNothing can kill me like you do.Rita Ora - Poison Estelle Bigg’s POV“The countdown has begun, Elle!” Darcy Khan, my roommate and close friend announced, stepping into the lecture hall. Her high-pitched Indian accent gave a sweet melody to the words she just said as she approached the desk I sat on. She slammed her heavy textbook on my desk and caused a bang. A few heads of the students also in the hall turned in our direction, but she paid them no mind and kept her attention on me.I glance up at her and found her beaming. I knew her words were aimed at me because I had wearied her about my desire to go home in the last month and I ticked the calendar every day as a way to encourage myself. “I can’t wait,” I admitted, releasing a deep sigh."Are you ready for it?" It was the last week of the second semester and it was also the last week of

After a five-hour flight in turbulent weather, we arrived in Lagos safely, and I headed for Banana Island, where I lived with Lyon. On my arrival, I saw how the workers and maids warmly welcomed me, and it warmed my heart. It was a Friday, and so I expected Lyon to finish work earlier, but Yao, his driver, informed me of an ongoing deal at work, which was still ongoing.He asked if I wanted to wait for them to finish and come home, but I had travelled seven hours to surprise him, and I knew I didn’t have the patience to wait.“Take me to him,” I said, and his brow narrowed at me.“You just got back and still look stressed out. Are you sure you don’t want to wait for him?”I nodded in agreement. “I know, but patience has never been my strongest virtue.”He knew that, and a few scars I had since childhood attested to the fact. “Alright then, let me grab the keys.” He said this and departed from the living room.Two minutes later, he returned and nodded at me. I fell in line with him, and

I moaned out as his lips met the space where my shoulder and neck met, and he nibbled on it. I squirmed and twirled under him, grinding my hips and upper body against him for friction.“Oh fuck, fuck...” I gasped as his fingers applied pressure on my swollen clit, rubbing me with a sure touch while thrusting into me. “Jace...” I breathed, opening my eyes, which were glazed with lust, to gaze up into the intense amber eyes above me.“Let go, baby,” Jace whispered as he rocked his lower body, plunging into me faster, deeper, and harder. His thrusts grew more frantic. His compelling eyes, which were dilated from breath-stealing bliss, never left my lust-filled eyes even once. “Come for me.”My eyes snapped open, and I turned around in bed, coiling myself into a ball. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Jace in a dream. Nor was this the first time he had touched me and had his way with me. It started when I was seventeen, and it has integrated since then. Now, I see him at least three time

My clinical training would begin this week at St. Louis Hospital, the only hospital affiliated with the University of Oxford in the state, and for the next eight weeks, I would learn and work three days a week. At the end of the eight weeks, I will receive a report on my performance, which I will take to the university, and my grade will be recorded. I discussed this with Lyon, and he agreed that his driver, Yao, would bring me over for affirmation today. I came in to meet with the head surgeon at the hospital, Dr Julian Bassey. I submitted the written consent given by the university, which I was to deliver to him. It was a request to train at the hospital for the next eight weeks. Dr. Julian had no issue with it because I wasn’t the first student to undergo training at the hospital. He welcomed me on board and shared a few working ethics and conditions with me. I had done my research last night, so I wouldn’t come in wanting. St. Louis Hospital was founded over seventy years ago an

I reported to the hospital at seven a.m., as instructed by Dr Julian, and I was expected to close at six p.m., which was the same time I spent at clinical while training at Oxford last year. With my four days on, I could actively manage my time. It was my first day at the clinicals, and falling in line and getting along wasn’t difficult since I have also done my last two clinicals in Oxford. It was like a continuation of where I last stopped.I spent the first hour of resuming work, getting to know the other medical student training on the clinical. Kenneth Jackson, Drew Daramola, Nnaji Smith, and Idara Young: I knew Ken and Idara from Oxford University, but the other three I didn’t know. Despite knowing Ken and Idara in my department, I was never friends with them. Perhaps that would all change while we trained here, or not. I would never know.I also learnt we all resumed today and the hospital would no longer accept any more letters of recommendation. Training would begin, and no on