All Chapters of Game of hesit:Midnight run: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aoife gasped for breath, but Arthur wasn’t stopping. His grip was tightening with each passing second, and she felt herself slipping away. Arthur groaned, with tears pouring from his eyes. Aoife’s nails dug into his arms on her neck. Just when she was about to cross the borderline, a surge of adrenaline ran through her veins. She raised her leg and kneed him in his groin—so hard, she almost reciprocated his pain. Arthur let go of her neck as she fell on the floor, coughing. He held his dick, his face strained in pain, holding the desk for support. “Fuck!” Arthur cursed. He ran for Aoife, but she rolled to the side, watching as he hit the wall. She took a vase on the center table and smashed it on his head. A hole formed in his head as blood started oozing out of the hole. “You fucking slut! What have you done to me! I’m bleeding! I’m fucking bleeding!” He yelled, hands hovered above his head, trying to cover the wound as he fell on his knees. Disbelief was visible in his

"Yes! Huh! Fuck!" Devika hit the desk. Idris pulled her hair backwards, banging her from behind. Their graons and maons filed the office. Devika looked a mess, hair scattered mixed with sweet and glued to her skin like a second skin. Her grown was pushed up a over her belly, while her upper body was pressed on the desk, her legs were left on the floor. Her boobs were out of their cages, and one was in Idris hold as he played with it. Pressing and pinching her nipple. The desk was cleared of all files and devices, they where laying carelessly on the floor. Devika’s ass was covered with hand sprints and welt, left by Idris’s belt. Idris leaned closer and started trailing kisses on her back down to the welts. His cock was still buried deep in her, he took his hands from her boobs and moved them down to her waist. He pulled out and started stroking his cocking, watching as Devika sighed in dissatisfaction. He saw her wet pussy vibrating, aching for his cock to fill her hole

2 Days Later River NijaThe evening breeze was cold and gentle, with the whistling sound of the water flowing and splashing onto the river bank.The river was almost empty, with just a few people still present. Devika stood at the far end of the river. Her red outfit with a hat made her visible from a thousand yards away.Her face was covered with a scarf, but her eyes were left uncovered. Being the girlfriend of the famous billionaire, Idris Zachariah, comes with a price. Her sharp and blazing gaze stared at the beautiful horizon, where the sun set.As she stared at the horizon, memories of the times she spent with her family came rushing back.“Fuck this,” she snapped, pulling herself out of her imagination.She turned to see a figure approaching her with a small box, and she immediately recognized him. His face was covered in a mask, but she knew who it was.“I’m sorry I’m late,” Jojo apologized the second he got to her.She didn't respond but only shot him a glare before taking th

Ebiakpo angrily left the office, slamming the door closed behind her. She ignored the crowd of employees lined up in front of her, grumpily until she walked into the elevator and left. The employees stared at each other, confused. “What just happened?” “Am I starting to see double?” “Did boss actually throw Ebiakpo out for Haram?” Murmurs took over, with employees questioning and demanding answers. Julie gritted her teeth so hard that they almost cracked. Matthew just sighed. Silence speaks louder than words at this moment. Devika stared at Idris with thick, unreadable gazes. Her eyelids were almost closing, and it made Idris wonder what could be wrong with her. His hand massaged the back of his neck as he stared at her, trying to figure out an excuse. “You look tired,” Idris said, breaking the silence. “Don’t fucking talk to me,” Devika cut in. Idris said with a sigh, dropping his arm from his neck. “Look, I know you are mad, but…” “Mad?” Devika repeated with a ra

Devika shot a glare at Riccardo, then she walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her.A grin appeared on Riccardo’s face. He turned to Aoife only to see her standing on her feet. She wasn’t smiling, nor was she frowning.He took long strides towards her, his boots hitting the marbled floor, its sound speaking more than wealth. He turned around the table, standing in front of Aoife.The grin on his face grew wider. Aoife stared at him with nothing but hatred. Her eyes seemed to bore holes in his skin, but it was all her imagination.“I did what you asked. Now, return the evidence you have,” Aoife demanded, palms stretched out, filling the little space between them.“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Aoife…” Riccardo said. He took a step forward, his cologne filled her nostrils as he invaded her personal space.“I must have misjudged you. I thought you were all tough and smart. You seriously believed what I said,” Riccardo mocked, watching Aoife’s expression closely.A look of realization flas