Claimed By His Touch

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llege. And I just found out five minutes ago.

just written my last college paper, completing four years of training and transformation

eply before exhaling again. "Daddy, I'm not quite sure I und

e accurately, he stares at the wall above my head. He hasn't looked me in the eye

ging. "Sweetheart," my dad starts, "you have no idea how sorry I am. This m

n't you stow me far the hell away from a man whose name I don't even know and I'm supposed to fucking marry?" My voice goes up in an o

a proper Nigerian Yoruba girl, which means to be respectful towards elders, polite, prim, and proper.

ed up astronomically. Which means I don't

od, Ade mi (my crown)" My dad said, com

iculous," I tell them

y mom said looking at me under her dark eyelashes. Li

ps are slightly pursed and there's a don't fuck with me because I-am-hurting-mor

ut he has always treated me like his little girl and spoile

position on her feet, my dad doesn't have all the power. I would say it's evenly shared, they're equal partners. I've always admired that, always admired thei

nd brushes over her pearl necklace. I know she is trying to diffuse the tension in the air. My mother, Mr

long sophisticated dresses. Their every move is scrutinized by the others, so they all go a long way to ensure their reputation isn't damaged. In a way, the wives protect

ld definitely be freaking out more about this situation. "I'm sure y

u were only fifteen and about to finish high school when the family business

tell me who it is? With every second they withhold the information, I grow more nervous. I

. I don't even want to think about it. I'm only twenty years old,

d a few hours ago I was out to celebrate with my friends. I

DAD's HOSPITAL," Anya, my college dormmate, yells at us, her heavily accented voice, tinged with exciteme

ite person in the entire world right now, Abishola,

, long, hair behind her ear,

d and fell on it. Yeah, like anyone is going to believe that." Sh

e celebrate being graduates and success on our final exam. And I couldn't say no, even though I was deadbeat tired, not after I had promised to

each before standing from the table we three

slightly concerned, "Girl, relax. You just finis

of course, search for some handsome guy to bang m

ics with her fingers. There's no doubt that my friend is already drunk, with th

rink up. Come on, we need

e she has never revealed it to us, I believe it's her subtle way of rebellion. Like she's telling her strict Indian par

ld up to my view, each studded with flashy, silver rings

ty breathe. My girl truly deserves those drinks and Angelfish, if you find any yumm

he bar. Shaking my head at their antics, I watch her go, noticing how m

s that someone will take advantage of her. Abishola

g so much." Warmth rushes through me at her k

oney, and retrieves her fingers to bump my shoulder hard. She's right, the get-wasted part, n

nudges me softly in the arm. "Hottie o'clock.

is frantic at m

ad opposite but no one is staring, everyone's caught up

and say dryly, "I think your delusions

irl as she swerves her eyes around, a no

rgeous gorgeous man staring at you. You know, th

air. I checked my phone to see my dad's urgent message: "You need to come home immediat