"Good day, ma'am." He greeted while examining my injured leg. "And here goes someone who doesn't wear stilettoes the right way." I narrowed my eyes in response to his words, his voice was such a fine one, the sort that would make a woman moan if it meets her ears in night whispers. Alessandro Greco, a dedicated Italian doctor temporarily transferred to Ivory Coast, crosses paths with Sita Kouassi, an enigmatic African politician and philanthropist harbouring a clandestine life as a spy. Drawn together by circumstance, their initial encounter blossoms into a passionate affair amidst the complexities of love and duty. However, as secrets unravel and betrayals surface, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Can their love endure the shadows of deception and the dangers lurking in the mist, or will the high road they traverse tear them apart? This captivating tale delves into the intricacies of romance, intrigue, and the indomitable power of love in the heart of modern-day Africa.
One thing I had never figured out what best to do with, so far had remained the reason why Pa Koffi woke the neighborhood every morning with his large amp, blaring odd songs in our ears every morning.
One such song was the sad piece from the Everly Brothers; Take a Message to Mary, and for lord's sake, that was big-time sound pollution to our neighborhood, but no one ever spoke of such because Pa Koffi was a pretty old man doing the things he spent his youthful days doing.
I would bet I forever remain one of those who hate the old big amp, and the songs that found their way off it, and sometimes, I'd swear by my cunt to stone that pan, or cut the wires if there were any, at least, that would keep the neighborhood at peace for a while before he would fetch someone to fix it, but something was different tonight.
He seemed to have timed the whole business, and he never let that amp do its job until Alessandro slipped his hand in mine and leaned in to brush his lips around mine. Those cute lips I would have sworn to snatch if they never came to me, those lips that attracted me to him, they met mine and brushed mine open so his tongue would find its way in my mouth, to meet my tongue and count my dentures, while his fingers tightened against mine like we were holding each other from falling from grace.
It was then that the amp gave up what it had been holding down in its thin belly, a song I knew well, from Shirley Bassey. That piece wasn't a soft piece for a kissing moment, but it somehow found its way into our heads and made us switch from a calm romantic moment to something I must call silly.
First, it started with the rhythm of the song; Kiss Me, Honey, Honey, Kiss Me, then, it went deep into some wild exploration of both fingers, mine digging deep the lining of his back and his gripping to every bumpy and robust part of my body, till they found their way under my skirt, and the rest of the night's game was a story I wouldn't forget in a hurry.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?
"Then let's get a divorce!" With courage, Leora left her husband's house, after being accused of poisoning his mistress. Her in-laws and sister-in-law had planned various ways to kick her out of Peter's house and in the end Leora gave in. However, no one expected that things would turn 180 degrees after the divorce. When everyone who had hurt her was happy with each other's lies, Leora returned. This time, she was no longer the poor orphan girl from the orphanage. She has changed and not only that, she also carries a big secret that will make everyone turn to worship her feet.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.