Divine and Ronald had an amazing time together yesterday. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. It's been a while since I was sexually active, and the last time was when I was 18 with my ex-boyfriend, Hary. But being with Ronald is something else entirely. He fulfills a craving deep within me.
"Good morning, baby. How are you feeling today?" Ronald asks, and I can't help but giggle as I rest my head on top of his chest.
"Morning, daddy. I'm good, thanks for asking," I reply, feeling a rush of affection towards him. Ronald's smile lights up his face, and it warms my heart.
"I love it when you call me daddy. It gives me the courage to find myself!" Ronald expresses, leaning closer to me. He playfully gives me a love bite on my neck, and I moan with delight while he lets out a gratifying groan.
I notice a shift in Ronald's expression, and concern fills me. "What's wrong?" I ask, worried about the change in his demeanor.
"It's not you, love. I would love to keep this going, but I can't. I have a meeting at 8 o'clock," Ronald explains, his disappointment evident on his face.
I understand the demands of work and nod understandingly. "Yeah, me too. Mine's at 8:30," I say, reassuring him that I also have responsibilities. Ronald gets off me, and I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up.
"F*ck, I love it when you walk naked," Ronald says, and I giggle at his remark.
"Do I make your dick hard?" I playfully tease as I enter the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Ronald and I have found ourselves entangled in something we can't fully control. We're drawn to each other, even though we have different tastes and preferences that make it challenging to connect on some levels. Despite not knowing much about each other, we share a deep love.
As I finish bathing and prepare for the day, I head downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. However, I'm surprised to find a chef already present, ready to start cooking. I ask him to stop, insisting that I'll be the one preparing the meal today. I want to show Ronald that I can be a good partner and wife.
The chef gives me a hard time, as he believes guests shouldn't be cooking in Ronald's house. But I stand my ground, determined to prove myself. After setting the table, Ronald returns, appearing perturbed. I inquire about his well-being, but he remains silent, lost in his thoughts. Something is clearly bothering him, and I can tell by his expression.
"Honey, breakfast is ready!" I announce, hoping to distract him from whatever is troubling him. He finally responds, sharing that he had a hectic time at the gym and lost a race to his friend Ibrahim. His words make me burst into laughter.
"What's so funny?" he asks, puzzled by my reaction. I continue laughing, finding joy in his unexpected competitiveness. After a while, I calm down. "Baby, you don't even look like someone who just came from the gym, but hey, it doesn't matter. Come sit down and eat breakfast with me. I'll be off to work in 20 minutes," I suggest, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Ronald takes a seat, joining me at the table.
"Baby, before you eat, you need to pray," I declare.
His response is a loud exclamation of surprise. Ronald is not a person who prays, as he never received any religious teachings from his family. While he acknowledges the
existence of God, he doesn't believe in Him.
"It's fine, I'll pray," I assure him, understanding his discomfort. I say a prayer before we begin our meal, and afterward, I leave for work.
Once I've gone, Ronald calls KG, his right-hand man who assists him with his affairs in his absence. KG arrives shortly after, and they dive into their meeting.
"I've noticed that there are people after me. I need you to dig deeper into the investigation and let me know what you find, but keep it hidden from Divine for now. She'll find out when the time is right," Ronald instructs KG while he takes notes on the task at hand.
"Yes, boss. Give me two days, and I'll have the investigation completed," KG responds, and Ronald offers him a drink.
KG used to work in the South African military, but after engaging in illegal activities, he was fired. He later joined forces with Ronald, and they have been working together since 2015. They not only have a professional partnership but also a deep friendship rooted in trust. Ronald confides in KG, knowing that their bond is unbreakable.
Ronald must find the person who is after him before it's too late. He wants to protect Divine from all the drama because she deserves better than games and deception.
As I entered our rented house, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room. Ronald was seated on the couch, engrossed in a book, his presence a comforting anchor in the tranquil space.I couldn't contain my excitement as I approached him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Ron, you won't believe the incredible morning I had!"He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with curiosity. "Tell me all about it," he said, bookmarking his page and setting the book aside.Settling onto the couch beside him, I launched into the tale of my encounter with Neo—the shared connection, the laughter, the TikTok videos, and the heartfelt conversations that flowed effortlessly between us.Ron listened attentively, his expression a mix of interest and concern. "It sounds like you had a wonderful time," he remarked, a hint of a smile on his lips."Oh, it was more than wonderful," I gushed, remembering our morning filling me with joy. "Neo is amazing, Ron. We connected on many
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Uncle Ben's Point of ViewThe sun rises on a new day, but all I see is red. Anger consumes me as I wake up to the shocking discovery of the heist. My prized machinery, the very heart of my power within the mafia, is gone, replaced by a haunting note that warns of consequences. Ronald and Dee, once friends I thought I could trust, have crossed a line they can't come back from.As I read the words on the note repeatedly, my anger intensifies. "This is a reminder of the consequences of crossing Ronald." They've dared to challenge and humiliate me and will pay dearly for their treachery. The rage inside me threatens to explode like a volcano, but I must control it. I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment; I must plan this carefully.Strategic planning has become my sole focus. I know a confrontation with Ronald might be dangerous, and I can't afford to be reckless. I need to strike when he least expects it when he feels safe and secure.Gathering allies is my first step. I reach out to
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The sun dipped below the horizon, glowing warmly over the vibrant decorations adorning the house. Guests began arriving at the much-anticipated South African heritage party, their eyes immediately drawn to the captivating tapestries and paintings that adorned the walls. Laughter and chatter filled the air as old friends reunited and new connections were forged. As the guests entered the kitchen, they were greeted by the enticing aromas that danced in the air. Ronald, beaming with pride, served platters of boerewors, marinated chicken, and tender lamb chops, each dish infused with the rich flavours of South African spices and cooking techniques. The guests couldn't help but marvel at the colourful array of dishes, engaging in enthusiastic discussions about their favourites and the unique tastes that defined South African cuisine. As everyone settled down at the beautifully arranged table, their eyes lingered on the African-inspired centrepieces and the traditional woven baskets fille