Charming, and smart enough to hide it. Micheal Adedeji is a selfish man covered behind the perfectly tailored suit of a gentleman. He's the type of man to put himself first before others because he knows how much it hurt to put others first. All he felt for his doctor was just lust and desires he couldn't keep to himself. And when he couldn't have enough of her, he fell in love again even when he didn't want to. For her, he puts himself last. **** Confident, selfless and beautiful, Kambili is a doctor who married at an early age and is only focused on two things: to get a job in other to help pay off her husband's debt and to maintain a happy married life. Caught between marriage drama and the most charming man she has ever met, she's lost in a world where she must decide what to save. A world where she feels safe and supported or one where she feels lost and out of control?
"Hey, good morning," Her husband said, planting many kisses from her face to her ears and her neck. His hands already found their way to her breast from under the sheets and cupped them before she opened her eyes.
Without giving her any chance to respond to his greetings and tell him she wasn't in the mood, his hands were on their way to her pants as they struggled to get them off her legs.
His lips nibbled on her neck, kissing and sucking on her chocolate skin. Kambili let him; surely he wouldn't even believe her if she told him that she was not in the mood. For him, it would be another of her excuses not to have sex with her husband.
And she didn't want that. She didn't like it either. So she let him. Besides, she was married to him, and it was only right that she gave him sex whenever he wanted it, as much as he wanted it. She lay still, faking out a moan as he penetrated and began thrusting and pommeling in and out of her like he was training for a marathon.
Was she enjoying it? No. Did she want to have sex? Yes. She just couldn't say what had happened to her or her libido. In the beginning, it wasn't like that. She used to anticipate sex with Aaron like she anticipated Christmas. And she loved sex with him like she loved eating ice cream, even in cold weather.
But now, after six years of being married to Aaron, she couldn't explain what went wrong. Also, she couldn't say that Aaron wasn't doing what needed to be done; at least she hoped he was.
Because she couldn't blame him for anything, she blamed her stupid libido, maybe, or the fact that she had begun thinking so much lately. She couldn't say exactly what had gone wrong with her. And when he climaxed, she had to fake her orgasm. Fake that she enjoyed it all along.
She hated it every time she had to fake her orgasm. Hated it all the time she had to pretend. But for her husband, for the sake of their love, and the sake of their marriage, she would, and she did.
Even when she felt guilty in many ways, she didn't like upsetting Aaron, no matter what.
"So, what's your plan for the day?" He asked Kambili who was standing up and making her way to the bathroom.
"I'm meeting with Dr. Fred today," she replied as she turned on the shower.
"Dr. Fred? That, Dr. Fred? Why are you meeting with him?" He asked, going to meet her in the shower.
Dr. Fred was her doctor somehow and he was a friend of her father's.
He had also taught her back when she was in medical school. After years of joblessness and with her husband owing the bank, she couldn't possibly remain jobless.
So Dr. Fred was the only one she had to run to for help. Just the day before, he had called her to meet up with him in the hospital. Though she didn't know why, she only hoped it was for the best.
"I asked him to help me with a recommendation. I'm tired of being jobless and wasting my degree." Then she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a large green towel around her body.
"Why do you want to work all of a sudden?" Aaron asked calmly but upset.
"Because I'm tired of being jobless. And besides, we still haven't paid the loan you took from the bank." Kambili said and walked over to the dresser to pick out what to wear.
"Every time you remind me of that loan, that business crashed because it was bad planning, and it wasn't my fault." Aaron sighed as he tried to defend himself, "Yet you talk about it like I'm so foolish that I took the loan"
She remained quiet choosing not to speak to him. She picked out a blue dress and tossed it onto the bed before taking out her wig. Retrieving a weave brush she began combing the wig still standing in front of the dresser.
"Besides, I have another business I'm planning, and a better one; I just need some time to set it up. You don't have to work," the words slurred out of Aaron's lips. He felt a little sad and bitter that he couldn't give Kambili the life he had promised her. Sometimes he hated himself and tried not to regret getting married to her.
"It's not about your businesses, babe; I can't keep waiting for all these businesses you plan to work out. I'm not even sure that's the reason Dr. Fred is asking to see me" Kambili tried to be calm. She didn't want him to think that she didn't believe in him.
"I don't want you to work, Kam. And for real though, we should just stick to the initial plan," he said, coming out of the shower naked.
He walked over to the drawer snatched a towel from a hanger and began wiping his body.
As always Kambili didn't know what to say. If she said it wasn't their decision, she may end up sounding like an inconsiderate wife, and she didn't want to be an inconsiderate wife.
First of all, she really just wanted to work, and secondly, if she didn't, Aaron wouldn't be able to pay the debt alone, especially after losing his job. Thirdly, they might end up losing their apartment too and she didn't want any of that.
"I'll meet with Dr. Fred first," she said calmly.
She didn't want to upset him, but she wanted to meet Dr. Fred. Aaron, without saying anything else, threw on his shorts and then a shirt and angrily stormed out of the room.
He didn't tell her where he was headed, but she didn't ask because she didn't want him to speak as much as she didn't want to speak. She wouldn't even know what to say if she wanted to.
She just ignored him and began to dress up to meet with Dr. Fred.
She fastidiously combed her wig as she stood in front of the dressing mirror. When she had combed it to perfection, she fitted the brown wig on her head before carefully slipping her legs, one after the other, into her blue gown.
Walking to the drawer, she retrieved two pieces of jewelry from her jewelry box: a silver chain bracelet and a gold necklace with the letter K pendant. They were the first gifts Aaron gave her when they got married, on their first marriage anniversary. She still loved them so much.
Taking her handbag and her car keys, she began to step out of the house, making sure to check her time as well just to be sure she was still on track. She didn't like to be late for appointments.
The plan was to f**k a man and get over her annoying boyfriend. Or at least that was what she thought. When the intended one night stand man is introduced to her by her brother, Ian as his best friend and coworker, she’s shocked but happy. What will happen when her brother finds out of her situation-ship with his friend?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.