Chapter 14: Locked In The Bathroom With My Billionaire

Ama! Kwame! Open this door! I know you are inside doing something!" Grandfather's voice shouted, banging our small house door.

Kwame was still trapping me against the wall, forehead on mine, lips almost on mine after Daniel left. We were both breathing fast.

"Grandfather, we are coming!" Kwame shouted, annoyed.

He pulled away from me slowly, reluctantly. His eyes never left my lips.

"Later, wife. We will finish this talk later," he whispered.

He opened the door. Grandfather stood there with a big smile and... a key? And a... new shower curtain?

"Ah! My children! I heard there was drama today. Vanessa came, Daniel came. So many visitors trying to steal my great-grandchild plan! So I have solution!"

He held up the key.

"I am locking your bathroom from outside! For 2 hours!"

"What?!" me and Kwame shouted at same time.

Grandfather laughed wickedly. "Your bathroom shower is broken. It only has one showerhead. And it is small. You two must shower together! One shower! Save water! And make baby! I will lock you inside. No phone! No escape! In 2 hours I come back and check if bathroom floor is wet!"

"Grandfather, you are crazy! She cannot shower with me!" Kwame said.

"Why not? You are husband and wife! You sleep on chest every night! You already did virgin test! What is shower?" Grandfather pushed us towards our tiny bathroom. "Ama, you first. Kwame second. Or together. I don't care! I want great-grandchild!"

Before we could run, he pushed us both into the tiny bathroom. It was really tiny. Like, one person bathroom. One sink, one shower, no window. Just tiles.

Click. Lock. From outside.

"2 hours! Enjoy!" Grandfather shouted, leaving.

Silence.

Me and Kwame standing in a tiny bathroom. Alone. Locked. The shower running small hot steam already because grandfather turned it on.

Kwame was still shirtless. I was wearing my small house dress. Thin. The steam made it stick to me.

"Ama..." Kwame said, turning away, facing the wall. "Don't look at me. And I won't look at you. We will... we will take turns. You shower first. I will close my eyes."

But the bathroom was so small. Where would he stand? The only space was the shower corner.

I was shaking. Not from cold. From steam. From him. From being so close after he almost kissed me.

"Kwame... your bandage. It will get wet," I whispered, looking at his hand that bled for me during virgin test.

He looked at his hand. Then at me.

"Then help me remove it," he said softly, holding his hand out to me.

I took his hand. His big, warm hand. My small fingers carefully unwrapping the white bandage. The cut still red. He cut himself to save me from shame.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, touching the cut gently.

"Not anymore," he said, staring at my face, not his hand. "Not when you touch it."

Steam everywhere now. Bathroom hot. My dress more transparent.

Kwame's eyes dropped, just for a second, to my dress, to my chest, then quickly back up, guilty. His jaw tight.

"Ama, you need to... your dress is..." he stammered, billionaire lost for words.

"I know," I whispered, embarrassed, crossing my arms. But it made it worse.

Kwame closed his eyes tight. "Think about grandfather. Think about Vanessa. Think about Daniel. Anything but..."

"But what?" I asked, stepping closer, bold for the first time. Because today I fought for him against Vanessa. Today I told Daniel I chose him. Today I almost kissed him.

"But how much I want to kiss you for real, Ama," he said, eyes still closed, voice rough. "How much I want to forget this is a contract. How much I want to make you my real wife in this tiny bathroom while my crazy grandfather locks us in."

My heart stopped.

He wants me. Not as revenge. As wife.

I reached up, my wet hand on his bare, steaming chest. His heart beating wild under my palm.

"Then why are you closing your eyes, Kwame Asare?" I whispered, my lips near his. "Your grandfather locked us for 2 hours. The shower is running. Your wife's dress is wet. And you are closing your eyes?"

Kwame's eyes snapped open. Dark. Hungry. Not cold billionaire. Possessive husband.

"Ama... don't play with me," he warned. "I am not a good man when I am jealous. Daniel was here. Vanessa was here. And now you are here, wet, in my bathroom, touching my chest. If I open my eyes properly, I will not be able to stop."

"Maybe I don't want you to stop," I whispered. The words shocked even me. Where did that come from? Kumasi girl saying that?

That was it.

Kwame's control broke.

He grabbed my waist, pulled me into him, into the shower corner, under the hot water, dress and all. Water on us both.

"Ama," he growled, his mouth on my ear, water dripping, "You are going to make me break my own contract."

And then he kissed me. Not the forced kiss for family. Not the almost kiss in the yard.

A real, hot, jealous, billionaire kiss under the shower, while locked in a bathroom by a wicked grandfather who wants a great-grandchild.

And I kissed him back. Arms around his neck. Standing on my toes.

Outside, we heard grandfather's voice: "I hear water! Good! Make my great-grandchild! 2 hours!"

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🔥🥵 MY LOVES, THEY KISSED!!!

FINALLY!!! REAL KISS!!! IN THE SHOWER!!! LOCKED BATHROOM!!! GRANDFATHER IS THE BEST WINGMAN!!!

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