ZESA RUSSO Earlier, I woke up with a brain splitting headache after being woken up by a call from Neviah. A friend I met while I was in college. We had the same major, but unfortunately; she had to drop out of school after her father passed away as there was no one to pay for her tuition. I couldn’t help her back then because my business was still growing and there was not much I could do. I had suggested taking a loan from the bank but she refused, afraid she would be unable to pay back later.A year after she quit school, she became pregnant. Her boyfriend of three years was the father of her twins—Amaris, her daughter, and Asher, her son. He broke up with her when she told him about it. Since then, Neviah became a single mother who avoided any man that came her way because her mindset changed. To her, any man who came to her in the name of love only wanted to hit and move on. At the moment, she worked as a stripper at the club. It paid well, in her opinion.Despite her

ZESA RUSSO What in the world just happened? Even though my exposed pussy was screaming the answer to me, I did not want to believe it happened. I did not want to believe that the Levi Del Campa just finger fucked me in here. I rose from the bed and went to the door, ignoring the flow of juices running down my legs. I opened it and peeked outside. He was nowhere to be seen after grabbing his shirt.I shuddered when I remembered his words. “You were touching yourself last night to get a reaction out of me.” How in the world did he know? It wasn’t as if he had spy cams on me. So, how did he know I was not with a man? Most importantly, how was I supposed to face him after what had just happened?I went into the bathroom and washed off. By the time I was done, it was as if my brain was recollected. I put on a new set of underwear, a brown skirt and a beige shirt. Yes, a skirt. For easy access just in case the spirit that possessed him earlier possesses him again and maybe I’d g

ZESA RUSSO I couldn’t make sense of anything after the make-out session in the car. And now, the man who I believe despised me with every fiber of his being wanted me to stay with him and actually sleep with him in the same room. On the same bed. He stepped out of the walk-in closet in a white t-shirt and grey pants. He stopped in front of the bed and simply stared at him. I wanted to know what was going through his head as he held me in his intense gaze.He tore his eyes away, walked around the bed and laid right next to me. I inhaled his scent, delighted he’d stopped me from leaving and worried because I didn’t know what he was thinking. He could push me away in a second. Even after knowing he could pull away from me whenever he wanted, I was drawn in to this man. I wanted to be with him, even though I was hurting inside. Was this foolishness or love?“I’m going to be nice to you tonight.” My brain immed

LEVI DEL CAMPA Zesa flew out of the country about five hours ago. Surprisingly, I found it hard to be alone without someone to talk to or look at. It made me remember I did exactly what I didn’t like to Zesa. I hardly came home and whenever I did, all she got was attitude. I paced about the living room to busy myself, thinking about how disappointed she must have been to see me just get dressed and leave. The most annoying part was that the woman I did all those for didn’t even love me the same way I loved her.I picked my phone from the table when it began ringing. Speak of the devil. I ignored her call only to get a text. She wanted to meet up. I thought she was leaving the country? I texted her, telling her to come over. It seemed she was already outside because one of the security men outside came into the house to inform me of a woman’s visit. I asked them to let her in.Moments later, the sound of clicking heels reverberated in the house. I spun around to see her. The curly hair

DISCLAIMER: This chapter may be triggering for some readers. Mention of Revenge porn. Revenge Porn refers to the sharing of explicit or sexual, images or videos, without the consent of the person in the image. ZESA RUSSO It’s good to back. Thankfully, I was able to explain to and comfort the families of the deceased. After reassuring them that Apselpane would no longer be used for the production of Veltrina-50, they were relieved, while some cried that the change should have happened soon. I still consoled them. At the airport, Finn came to pick me up, holding up a sign that read welcome home. One would think I was away for two years. I would have told Levi the time of my arrival, but I wanted to do as I planned. It was a tactic I was hoping would work on him. “Did you enjoy it over there?” Finn asked, putting my bag into the trunk. “I didn’t go there for enjoyment. But I’m glad things went well. I have compensated the families of t