Warning!!! This book contains lots of steamy and sensual content's!! Be warned guys!! ** Becky's dad had just died during the war front, and the news of her father's death broke her so hard, but what broke her more was that after seven months of her father's death,her mom has fallen in love with another man and seems happy with him. Little does she know that she would fall in love with her mom's lover, her step dad and may break her mom's heart, who knows?
I sat on my bed thinking about my life and what I am living for. I am mentally drained from the death of my father. I still can't believe it is real.
It all started on this rainy day, I wasn't at home the day it happened. I was at Jamila's place.
When I came back from Jamila's place my Mom told me, she heard a knock on the door and when she opened the door, It was a soldier who came to announce to us that my dad, her husband was dead.
He told my mom that my dad had died at the war front.
Mom and I cried our eyes out and I cried my eyes out too because how was I going to survive and now I don't have a daddy?
My dad was my best friend and lover and now he is gone.
I felt really sad. How was I going to cope? I just hope everything worked out well because it's all draining.
My door creaked open revealing my mom Mrs Rita. "Becky, dress up quick, we are going to Emily's place. Her mom just called to tell you that Jamila is sick. Be quick, let's go and visit her."
"What's wrong with her mom?" I immediately became worried. Jamila was one of my favorite cousins and I really enjoyed her company a lot.
"I don't know, just get dressed. We have to go quickly." My mom immediately left me to prepare.
On our way to Visit Jamila, we stopped by the mall and got her a gift. I bought her a get well soon card and a gift.
When we got there, we met Jamila's mom, Mrs Florence and she looked really worried.
I moved into Jamila's room and saw that she really looked ill. "Jamila, how are you?" I asked her.
"I'm not really good. The doctor says it is typhoid and I've got a severe headache too." She told me and her voice was really faint.
"I'm really sorry Jamila. Here, I got you this. Please get well soon".
I handed the gift over to her and she tried to give a smile but it was faint.
"Thank you Becky" Jamila said as she received the gift and opened it.
We stayed for an hour at Jamila's place before we left. I didn't even feel like leaving Jamila in that condition. I wanted to spend the day and time with her but mom told me we had to go and that she had an appointment to handle.
Because of that, I agreed to go home with her. When we got home she told me that she was leaving me alone and that she wanted to go on a date to see her new lover.
"Mom!!?, Are you for real?" I couldn't believe my ears. If she really wanted to go on a date she could have gone and let me be at Jamila's place.
"So you mean after seven months of Dad's death you have fallen in love with another man? come on mama?" I said with pain and anger in my voice.
But I immediately felt bad because I might have hurt my mom but I can not take it back. What is said can not be reversed.
"I know how you feel but I...' my mom couldn't find the right words so she immediately broke down in tears.
"Hey, I'm sorry mom. I just, I don't know I am sorry I didn't mean to hurt you Mom" I said to her.
I don't know if she really loved Dad like I did and if she did why is she in a haste and in love with another man?
"It's okay, girl." She said and tugged me close, hugging me tight to herself.
My mom later left and went to see her newfound love. I guess she was lonely and so she needed a companion. I just pray he is a good person and he should make my mom happy.
Hours later, Mom came back home from her date and told me she had fun with him and I guess he made her happy. "I can't wait to see him, Mom".
I don't know if I really meant that sentence.
"Tell me everything about him Mom," I asked as if I really wanted to get to know him.
"He is Irish and he is really cute and sweet. He is a great listener too. I think that's all I can tell you for now." My mom smiled.
"Hope he better be good". I muttered.
"He'd be coming over for dinner too someday so that you will get the chance to meet him." She proudly announced.
Mom's presentation of him reminded me of my ex-Xavier. At first, he was one of the sweetest boys I had ever met until he showed me his real color. He was a wolf In sheep's clothing.
He cheated on me with other girls. At first, he used to be so clingy and sweet. He would whisper and announce sweet sensational nothing to me and I would sheepishly smile from the little tingles his words gave to me.
We used to be the best couples on campus then, everyone admired our relationship and I guess envied it too.
Before I forget, my boyfriend was the bad guy type of handsome and cool guy. In summary, all the girls wanted and dreamt of having him.
At least even if he doesn't date them, maybe he could get them laid. That was what the girls in my uni wished.
Also, I never dreamt of dating him either, though I admired him from a distance but I did not have this wish and infatuation other girls had for him.
We never used to talk, I didn't really give a fuck about him.
Something happened, it was all a shock to me when he started coming close to being friends with me. He would get me stuff, flatter me with expensive gifts and he was calm and sweet. I guess that's what I liked about him and not really his gifting nature.
Finally, he broke the nutshell and told me he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I didn't believe my ears. Lol
I was happy, at least I was asked out by the prettiest guy in school and who was I to say no to such an offer?
That day, we shared our first kiss.
I accepted him, and we started dating. I remember when I told my best friend she found it hard to believe until she started seeing proof.
Xavier and I really had fun. As much as he cheated on me, I would still say he was a good kisser and the best kisser of the boys I have kissed before.
He loved to cuddle a lot with me and would give me a peck or kiss any little chance he would get.
All this loveydovey act would make me think he is the one and one person fated to me, yeah my soulmate.
"Fuck!" Mabel let out in frustration as he looked at the caller ID and handed the phone back to Addams. Still, she didn't relent, she picked up his dick from its sleeping position and ran her hands up at it making Addams gasp. "Are you okay, Addams? Why's your voice that way?" his wife, Ava asked and he replied, "It's nothing dear, I'm just tired. You see the sacri..... um ...fices we take. By now I should be resting but here I am watching your sister." Indeed, he was really taking sacrifices. Mabel began to move her hands faster on his shaft and he gasped and covered up with, "I'm so tired, I wish you were here," On the other hand, Ava replied, "Oh I'm so sorry sweetie. I just don't know what to say but she's my family, don't worry I'll prepare you your favorite food when you return.." Maybe his favorite food was good sex. "How's Mabel? What did the doctor say and can I speak to her or rather we do a video call" Addams's eyes widened, scratching his head as he spoke, "Oh no no, she's asleep, I'm not going to wake her up. Well, the doctor said it's just fever and weakness and that she needs some rest. He assured that she'd be fine. Don't worry about her, she is in safe hands" He slapped Mabel's ass at his last sentence and Mabel turned back at him and giggled silently while she twerked at his face and bit her tongue. "Does this mean that you both won't be coming home this night? I feel worried now and I want to come. What's the name of the hospital, I'll be there now."
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."