As Boma waited outside her residence, her nerves tingling with anticipation, she couldn't shake the sense of apprehension that clung to her like a shadow. When Harry's car pulled up beside her, the tension between them crackled like electricity, an unspoken acknowledgment of the past animosity that simmered beneath the surface.Harry didn't like the fear in her eyes. He wished to end it as soon as possible.Silence stretched between them as she slid into the passenger seat, the weight of their uneasy truce palpable in the air. Harry's gaze lingered on her, a mix of curiosity and suspicion flickering in his eyes, but neither of them dared to break the silence that hung heavy in the car.Harry was glad that she needed him. Of everyone she could have called she found him worthy. All this proved she was supposed to be his. But then Donovan stole her, taking her away from him.As they drove in silence, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a steady backdrop to their thoughts, Boma coul

Donovan continued to read the note, his eyes scanning every word.'...I call you Papa because you have always been my provider as well as my protector. I also call you D because it feels intimate and close, a name just between us. And when I fall out of line, I call you Sir because that's your rule, and this is the part that I am most afraid of.Hence, by the time you read this, I will not be here, because of what I've done. This is not a decision I made lightly but one borne out of necessity and desperation and most of all, fear. I hope you understand that I did not leave out of malice or rebellion, but because I am sorely afraid of the consequences of my actions.You have always been a complex man—one who cares deeply, yet often shows it in ways that are hard for me to understand or accept. The punishment, the control, the confinement... it's been too much for me to bear. I have felt like a prisoner in our relationship, our marriage and I need to be free. I loved you deeply, Donova

As Boma hesitated, her mind raced with possibilities. She couldn't outright lie, but revealing she was at Harry's place might provoke Donovan. She took a deep breath, hoping to find a middle ground."I'm not with my parents," she finally said, her voice steady. "But I am safe, Donovan. I'm staying with a friend who offered me a place to stay for a while. It's... it's a safe place."Donovan was silent for a moment, and Boma could feel the weight of his contemplation through the phone. She held her breath, waiting for his reaction"I'm afraid that's not good enough for me, Boma." He responded. "Picture this for a moment. Let's say I'm not around. You can't reach me for days, or even for a day. And you're called about my whereabouts, are you really going to be comfortable not knowing?"Even though he made sense, Boma didn't want to risk it."No, but this is different.""I disagree. Setting our differences aside, the fact remains that I don't know where you are. And I'm your husband. So I

Donovan relieved her of her belongings, and Phillip stepped forward to receive them. Boma, overwhelmed and relieved by Donovan's understanding, hugged him tightly. He held her close, his warmth enveloping her."I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone to Harry. I was just...""I understand your reasons," he gently said, relieving her of the need for explanations. "I'm just glad you found the courage to reveal your whereabouts. I'm glad you trusted me enough."They stayed close like that for a moment before disengaging."Now, where do you want to spend the night?""Um..." She began hesitantly."Feel free, Boma," he encouraged. "I've read and reread your words. I want to honor them because I love you. Okay?" She nodded in understanding."So just tell me where you want to spend the night, and we'll drop you off. After that, all I expect from you is to know where you're staying for this period of reflection between us. I won't call you. It's one month apart. I'm willing to try and fulfill your re

ONE DAY LATERBoma was back in her apartment on the Island, trying to focus on her literature class with Teni. The apartment was filled with the soft hum of the air conditioner, the scent of fresh coffee drifting from the kitchen. Teni sat across from her, textbooks spread out between them, but Boma’s mind was miles away.No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the memories of the passionate night she had shared with Donovan. The intensity of their connection, the way his touch had sent shivers down her spine, the whispered promises—it all replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop. She could still feel the warmth of his body, the roughness of his hands, the tender yet commanding way he had held her."Boma, are you even listening?" Teni's voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present.Boma blinked, trying to focus on her friend."I'm sorry, Teni. What was the question again?"Teni sighed, a hint of frustration in her eyes, but also a soft understandi