Novels by Obah Gift

“You’re so sure that Anna will keep quiet?” the lawyer asked papa. “She’s an impulsive troublemaker.”“What could she say to the police?” he asked. “ She knows I caused her mother's death. I was a model husband to her mother for over a year, and I’ve helped her grow her wealth ,everyone she’s ever come into contact with. I play tennis with her business partners. Who would believe her? And even if her mother was exhumed,” As I entered the house that was what I heard.Dad continued, “No one but her has ever accessed it, and her fingerprints are the only ones on the case. With the papers, I can know how much she's worth and now she's missing, I don't know where she hid the papers .She fought constantly with her mother and was the sole heir to a fortune. Means, motive, opportunity, and a murder weapon. One word to the police, and Anna’s done.”They’d killed my mother; they’d framed me for it.“Ana?” Rome was studying my face, as if trying to read my thoughts.I forced a smile. “Just think

I told him what I told myself whenever my guilt grew too painful: “It happened. It hurt. Better things await you.” “Like what?” “Like pouring champagne down my chest to drink from my nipples? While I ride you? That’s in your future if you want it.” He swallowed. “A bright future for me, then. I’m long overdue for that.” He retrieved another bottle from the bar. . . . While I rode him on a lounge chair, he drank and drank. More champagne . . . We made toasts to each other. He tickled me. When I tried to escape, he pinned my wrists above my head and played with my breasts till I writhed. “In case I haven’t told you,” he rasped, “I like your size as much as you do.” More champagne . . . Room service arrived with pan-seared scallops, soft tender steak, and Beluga caviar. As we fed each other, he blamed me for how hungry he was. “Caviar is so decadent” I told him. “I can’t believe you’ve never had it.” Voice gone gruff, he said, “There are many things I could show you, take you

“I told you I couldn’t stay for long.”“Oh, no. I meant what I said. I’m booking you for the rest of the night.” His tone was all commanding: So says the mafia boss.He strode to the bar, selecting a bottle of champagne.“ are we Celebrating something?”“We will be. You’re going to show me fun.”I hesitated. I could stay here, toasting champagne with him, or return home, tripping through dirty parking lots to reach my pathetic, small apartment.An entire night with him? Boundaries. I can do this. I’d still leave town next Monday. I’d have to. I’d never break my third rule to stay on the move. I believed that was the only reason I was still alive.Besides, Roman would make this easy for me. After a whole night together, the man would grow tired of me and send my ass packing.“Ah, you’ve decided to stay,” he said, reading me so well.“I worry though. I don’t know if you can handle my brand of fun.”His full, open smile was devastating. Better than in pictures. “One way to find out.”I

In the elevator, Roman maneuvered me against the wall, his body looking down at me.I turned to him, pushing out my breasts and hard nipples for attention. His raised his hands, only to drop them, fists clenched. “Camera,” he muttered, stepping back. Then he cast me a look of resentment, as if I were the cause of his current problem.As if I wasn’t just as bad off as he was. If I didn’t feel him inside me soon, I was going to climb the walls!He stormed from the elevator. In the lobby, he yanked me to him. When I hopped up to lock my legs around his waist, he caught me, growling his approval, his hot hands gripping my ass.Between kisses, he said, “I’ve thought about you ever since you left. Couldn’t concentrate on business, on anything, for two fucking days.”I moaned, absorbing his words. Was it bullshit? Surprisingly, I realized he had no motive to lie to me. He was guaranteed to have sex with me. For all he knew, I owned absolutely nothing.How . . . freeing. “I couldn’t stop thi

He was about to ask me more, but Kim returned with the check, saving the day.I told him, “I’ll just go run to the ladies’ room.” I grabbed my purse and hurried off, the tassels of my skirt tickling the backs of my thighs.When I passed the outdoor bar, guys gawked, knowing what I was. Or thinking they did.In the bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Ana Sol, escort.A far cry from my one time goal: Anna Bateman, tycoon. From an early age, I’d played with the idea of taking over the world, maybe going into politics like my father. Even as I partied in high school, I’d gotten straight A’s, earning tons of credits. I’d planned to graduate college at age twenty-one, with a 4.0 GPA.Yet the harder I worked, the more I got away from my dreams. Which wasn’t exactly motivating! At least the GPA was still within reach. All I had to do was make an A on my last final.With a sigh, I smoothed a curl behind my ear and tugged down the hem of my dress.By the time I passed the bar again, the men we

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want to be hit with a crop.”“There’s more to it than that,” he said. “Whipping a woman is not a favorite aspect of mine.”“Then why was a crop part of your script?” Maybe because it limited touch even more?“If you’ve never tried any of it, then how do you know you won’t like it?” He’d deflected my question.Because of my weakness at lying, I dodged and deflected, and I was good at similar tactics in others. “I liked Monday night,” I told him, dodging his own question. “I liked how the weight of your body pressed down on mine, and our skin touched all over, and I could feel your big muscles flexing.” I leaned in, wanting closer to the heat emanating from him. At his ear, I murmured, “When your chest rubbed over my nipples while your cock plunged, I came until my vision blurred.”He inhaled sharply. “We should return. Now.”“We’ll ditch—”“Here we are!” Kim said, tray in hand. She was probably puzzled when we both scowled at her.My scowl faded once she u