Novels by RuthieEbun

It was a five-star hotel with all the service a person could ever need, golden furniture here and there. Emma had her legs crossed as she leaned into a chair, laughing at a reality show she had been watching in the hotel. Becoming desperate of not seeing both Starr and Christopher happy, she had dug deep into Starr’s life. Meeting Starr had made her desperate. It pissed her off that Starr was so confident and sure of herself. She hated her guts.Michael Adams was an unexpected news she had stumbled upon while roaming her life. Her source had told her how it is believed that she had changed and became stone cold after that particular man. To Emma, that was a pleasant news. She didn’t hesitate to try to find the man, contacting him and setting up

Placing Starr’s hand bag between them both, Starr crossing her left leg over her right the moment she and Christopher sat down. The interviewer was a black woman that was probably in her late twenties, slim and with a smile so bright it was the lighting to the room. She was dressed in a simple cream suit and brown inner, Starr though her outfit really suited her, but didn’t bother complimenting her. The interview was what was going to determine how she was going to treat her.“Good afternoon,” the interviewer had greeted them, causing Starr to nod while Christopher had replied with a smile and a low ‘afternoon’.The director made his call, the camera rolling and then the interview began. “Hello and welcome, I am your host for today Amber Brown,” Amber had said with a smile as she turned to Starr and Christopher, adding, “And today we have with us Miss Hart and Mr. Chariton.” Amber spoke with a certain type of

It wasn’t long before the picture of Starr and Christopher holding their hands began to circulate on different platforms. It was like they were the 6alk of the town. It was as if people had been waiting for a public evidence. Various interviews had began to pop here and there, for both Starr and Christopher. Starr knew she could trust Christopher, but her jealousy wasn’t going to let her watch him talk to Female interviewers who looked like they wanted him the entire time. Of she found an interviewer who should no interest at all, she wasn’t going to follow him. But also, she didn’t want to seem too protective of him, so she also decided to not go with him. Her pride didn’t let her.About a week had passed since Starr got her car, and she had accepted an interview that wanted herself and Christopher Chariton present. She definitely wasn’t going to accept an interview that wanted her alone, she didn’t want anyone digging into her priva

It had been in the afternoon, before they were both set and ready to go get her car. They had spent the day either talking while cuddled up, or watching some show together – Christopher trying to introduce some shows to Starr, and her still not being fully interested, or them simply enjoying each others company in silence.“Are you set? Do you know what you want already?” Christopher asked Starr as they were both set to leave.Starr nodded without a reply as she opened the door for them both to walk out. Christopher nodded also as they walked out, and straight to where Christopher car was packed.The ride had started quite, until Corinne Bailey Ray’s ‘Like A Star’ began to play. It was like Starr was pulled back to her childhood. Memories of her dad on Saturday mornings, flooded back. Memories of him singing along, dancing with them as he held unto wither her of Sorcha’s hand while he swirled them, their laughter echoing

Christopher had been in the sitting room, watching a television show, when Starr had woken up early. He had been pushing the breakfast he had planned to make for her, to the time he thought she was going to have woken up. But, she had surprised them both and had woken up quite early, around six to seven in the morning. Christopher had been laughing to something a character had said in the show, when Starr walked in. She didn’t say a thing as she walked in, trying to see what he was watching and maybe get why he was laughing. With no intention to startle him, she sat down quietly on one of her chairs, staring at the television. Christopher nearly jumped out of his skin when he had first seen her. He wasn’t expecting her to be there at that point in time, so seeing her there made his not recognize her quickly and causing him to fear. “Geez, why didn’t you make any noise when you were coming or when you arrive?” he had asked her, staring at her.Sta

Starr had made up her mind that from what she had seen, she was soon about to start getting on interviews with Christopher. Maybe her presence there was going to get those women to stay off him. She didn’t like them interview, but maybe things were going to turn around. “Had a stressful day?” Starr had asked Christopher when he walked into her office.Christopher sighed, dropping on the chair opposite her, at the other end of her table. He didn’t reply as he sat slant, his eyes closed his head facing her celling. “Hectic,” he soon replied, keeping his eyes closed.Starr chuckled. “Sorry about that,” she replied, rounding off what she was doing. “What do you need right now? Sleep? Massage?”Christopher chuckled in reply, before saying, “Can you give the massage?”Starr chuckled, not looking at him as she replied, “Because I haven’t shown you my skills, which is why you mock