The mood in the dining room was nothing short of suffocating as we served them, the tension hanging thick like unspoken truths in the air. Victoria—God, that woman could talk. A chatterbox dressed in pearls and sharp smiles. Yet, oddly enough, it wasn’t unbearable. If anything, it was...refreshing.Back when I lived with Grace and Genny, our conversations rarely ever wandered past rating men like fruit at a market, dissecting rumors, or planning the next night out. Emotional depth? Unheard of. But this—this back-and-forth with Victoria, layered with teasing and half-truths and guarded warmth—might just be the longest, most grounded conversation I’d had with another woman in years. And as odd as it sounds, I didn’t hate it.Victoria set the steaming pot of stewed pork at the center of the table. “What’s with the mood?” she asked, her voice slicing through the silence as she adjusted the sleeves of her velvet blouse.The maid beside her moved quietly, expertly laying down the final pie
Her breath was soft—gentle, almost rhythmic. By now, she was deep asleep. Completely gone.And yet I… I couldn’t take my eyes off her.The taste of her lips still lingered—faint but maddeningly present. They were slightly swollen, kissed raw by me, and my tongue kept chasing the memory like it wasn’t ready to let go.I’ve kissed a lot of women.Some were tactics—tools in the mess of scandals I used to orchestrate. Others were fleeting distractions, faces I barely remember now. But her?Evelyn was different.Every time I kissed her, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened, my pulse raced like I’d never done it before. There was this strange, almost helpless ache in me—like I could kiss her for hours and still want more.And now, lying beside her… watching her sleep?God.How the hell can someone be so damn beautiful doing nothing but breathing?Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, letting out the softest little sighs—almost a whisper. The kind of breath that brushed again
“Next Saturday, I want to take you out for lunch. Just the two of us,” Victoria whispered as Fedrick parked the car.I glanced at her with a teasing smile. “Well, if you’re buying, then why not?”We both chuckled softly.“Then it’s a date.”After a few parting goodbyes, we climbed into the car. The air inside felt thick—charged with tension, emotions, or maybe it was just my stupid heart acting up again. It couldn’t handle being around him without doing backflips in my chest.So, I did what any sane person would do when someone’s presence starts messing with your thoughts—I avoided looking at him altogether. I cracked the window open just a little and let the wind graze my face, focusing on anything outside that wasn’t him.As usual, he was completely absorbed in his laptop, typing away like the world around him didn’t exist.“What did you talk about with Victoria?” he asked, smooth as silk.“Nothing. Just girl talk,” I replied lightly, hoping he’d drop it.Silence followed. But it wa
You know, at this point, something like this shouldn’t shake me.But it does.Not because I’m seeing it again. God knows this scene is becoming a rerun at this point.What kills me—what burns right through my chest—is that he was the one who texted me. Urgently. Like something life-changing couldn’t wait another second. And then he brings her? And has the nerve to let me walk right into this mess like it’s some twisted open invitation?“Evelyn… I… it’s not what you think,” Dan stammers, keys slipping between his trembling fingers like guilt he can’t quite hold onto.I mean, seriously?His tie’s half-looped like he yanked it loose in a rush, three buttons undone, shirt disheveled like it had been clawed open. His coat’s just lying there on the floor, like it gave up trying to hold any dignity for him.I feel my throat tightening, the betrayal pressing hard against my ribs.“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask, breathless, my voice cracked between fury and disbelief. “If you’re going to
A soft creak.At first, I don’t think much of it. The hallway outside the hotel suite is quiet, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of my footsteps. I adjust the small gift bag in my hand, my heart light, and excited.Daniel’s promotion had finally come through. The contract I fought tooth and nail for—his golden ticket to the executive level—was finally signed. We did it. We were supposed to celebrate tonight.I lift my hand to knock—then I hear it.A muffled gasp, soft but unmistakable.My breath catches. I tilt my head slightly, straining to hear.Another sound follows—a low, shuddering moan.My fingers tighten around the handle of the bag. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he left the TV on. Maybe—“Oh, Danny…” A woman’s voice sighs his name, filled with pleasure.The world tilts.No.I step back, the blood in my veins turning to ice.It’s not just any voice. I know that voice.Serena.No, no, no—The soft creak turns into a steady, rhythmic sound. A low chuckle rumbles through the door, h
A sharp hiss of water filled the room, the sound of a shower running somewhere nearby. My head throbbed violently, a slow, insistent pounding that made me groan as I shifted. My limbs felt heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. I blinked against the brightness cutting through the room, my vision a blurry mess of gold and white.Something was off.The bed beneath me was soft—too soft. The sheets smelled expensive, a fresh blend of sandalwood and something faintly citrusy. I inhaled deeply, pressing my face into the plush pillow before realization jolted through me.I wasn’t in my apartment.My breath hitched. The duvet was thick and luxurious, nothing like the thin, scratchy blankets I was used to. I forced my eyes open fully, and my jaw dropped.What. The. Hell?I was in a penthouse.Not just any penthouse—the kind people like me only saw in magazines, in glossy real estate ads we scrolled past on social media while dreaming of another life. The room was massive, all marble floor
Kasarani was already alive with the rhythm of the city when I arrived—cars honking, street vendors shouting, the crisp morning air thick with the scent of frying mandazis and freshly brewed chai. The clock read nine sharp. I had an hour before I needed to clock in, enough time to gather my wits, process last night’s madness, and maybe—just maybe—convince myself this was all just a fever dream.I exhaled deeply as Federick, stepped out and opened the car door. The warmth of the Nairobi sun kissed my skin as I moved to leave, my mind still weighed down with the events of the night before."Thank you, miss," Fedreck's voice pulled me back to reality.I paused mid-step, turning to him with a frown. "For what?"He offered a small, almost sheepish smile. "You see if you hadn’t agreed to marry the boss, he would have fired me—and I really need this job." His chuckle was nervous, the kind of laugh that carried both relief and remnants of past anxiety.I blinked, stunned. Fired him?"Wait, wh
Power is everything. People say money can't buy happiness, yet they wake up at the crack of dawn and retire late at night just to chase it. To me, money is everything, and I hate any fool who thinks otherwise. Try messing with it, and you're out. I don’t care what others think. I have a goal, and I am determined to reach it. I must reach it.Just the image of my so-called father, lounging in his executive chair at Bianco Jewelry Enterprises—one of the largest jewelry manufacturing industries across East Africa—makes my blood boil. Especially with that woman beside him. Sitting in the seat that once belonged to my mother.Deep sigh.I will destroy it all. Even if I have to defile logic itself.There’s a deal. The Grand Gold Gala Awarding ceremony. Being his son gives me an advantage—a direct pass to acquire an even stronger ally and join the Cardinal Seven, the elite power circle he’s part of. They gave me two conditions. First, get married. Second, win the GGG. I have to produce the r
You know, at this point, something like this shouldn’t shake me.But it does.Not because I’m seeing it again. God knows this scene is becoming a rerun at this point.What kills me—what burns right through my chest—is that he was the one who texted me. Urgently. Like something life-changing couldn’t wait another second. And then he brings her? And has the nerve to let me walk right into this mess like it’s some twisted open invitation?“Evelyn… I… it’s not what you think,” Dan stammers, keys slipping between his trembling fingers like guilt he can’t quite hold onto.I mean, seriously?His tie’s half-looped like he yanked it loose in a rush, three buttons undone, shirt disheveled like it had been clawed open. His coat’s just lying there on the floor, like it gave up trying to hold any dignity for him.I feel my throat tightening, the betrayal pressing hard against my ribs.“What’s the meaning of this?” I ask, breathless, my voice cracked between fury and disbelief. “If you’re going to
“Next Saturday, I want to take you out for lunch. Just the two of us,” Victoria whispered as Fedrick parked the car.I glanced at her with a teasing smile. “Well, if you’re buying, then why not?”We both chuckled softly.“Then it’s a date.”After a few parting goodbyes, we climbed into the car. The air inside felt thick—charged with tension, emotions, or maybe it was just my stupid heart acting up again. It couldn’t handle being around him without doing backflips in my chest.So, I did what any sane person would do when someone’s presence starts messing with your thoughts—I avoided looking at him altogether. I cracked the window open just a little and let the wind graze my face, focusing on anything outside that wasn’t him.As usual, he was completely absorbed in his laptop, typing away like the world around him didn’t exist.“What did you talk about with Victoria?” he asked, smooth as silk.“Nothing. Just girl talk,” I replied lightly, hoping he’d drop it.Silence followed. But it wa
Her breath was soft—gentle, almost rhythmic. By now, she was deep asleep. Completely gone.And yet I… I couldn’t take my eyes off her.The taste of her lips still lingered—faint but maddeningly present. They were slightly swollen, kissed raw by me, and my tongue kept chasing the memory like it wasn’t ready to let go.I’ve kissed a lot of women.Some were tactics—tools in the mess of scandals I used to orchestrate. Others were fleeting distractions, faces I barely remember now. But her?Evelyn was different.Every time I kissed her, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened, my pulse raced like I’d never done it before. There was this strange, almost helpless ache in me—like I could kiss her for hours and still want more.And now, lying beside her… watching her sleep?God.How the hell can someone be so damn beautiful doing nothing but breathing?Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, letting out the softest little sighs—almost a whisper. The kind of breath that brushed again
The mood in the dining room was nothing short of suffocating as we served them, the tension hanging thick like unspoken truths in the air. Victoria—God, that woman could talk. A chatterbox dressed in pearls and sharp smiles. Yet, oddly enough, it wasn’t unbearable. If anything, it was...refreshing.Back when I lived with Grace and Genny, our conversations rarely ever wandered past rating men like fruit at a market, dissecting rumors, or planning the next night out. Emotional depth? Unheard of. But this—this back-and-forth with Victoria, layered with teasing and half-truths and guarded warmth—might just be the longest, most grounded conversation I’d had with another woman in years. And as odd as it sounds, I didn’t hate it.Victoria set the steaming pot of stewed pork at the center of the table. “What’s with the mood?” she asked, her voice slicing through the silence as she adjusted the sleeves of her velvet blouse.The maid beside her moved quietly, expertly laying down the final pie
It was drizzling when we arrived in Loresho—soft, persistent drops tapping against the windshield like a steady whisper of warning. The clouds above were a pale, bruised gray, smearing across the sky like an old memory. Mist swirled low over the road, clinging to the lush hedges lining the estate as the car glided smoothly into the heart of the private, high-end enclave—Loresho Block 1027.Inside the car, the atmosphere was thick with silence and something unspoken. The faint hum of the engine was barely audible beneath the soft RnB jazz playing low on the radio. The smooth saxophone curled into the air like a lullaby, wrapping the space in an oddly calming warmth—calm before the storm.I was tense, my fingers occasionally tapping the door armrest as I stared ahead. My mind raced with a thousand outcomes. Just one mistake… and we’d both go down. Abdalla wasn’t stupid. Suspicious, maybe. Controlling, definitely. And a marriage that sprouted overnight? That wouldn’t fly under his radar
“Huh! The outlook looks better!” Denis exclaims, her eyes scanning the sketch with approval.But I barely hear her. My focus is locked onto Serena and Daniel. The way they lean into each other, whispering, giggling—so obnoxious, so infuriating. Every little chuckle grates against my nerves, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. They don’t even try to be subtle. It’s disgusting.“Right, what do you think about the boss’ suggestion?” Daina’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s standing beside Denis, and as always, Victor trails behind her like a silent shadow. The two of them have been helpful with material suggestions, but right now, my patience is thin.“Yeah, it’s sick,” Victor finally speaks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Five thousand for a design that would impress him? That’s insane.”“So you in, then?” Denis teases with a sly chuckle.“Fuck right,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.It’s only been four hours since the announcement, yet the news has alrea
The fire in her eyes was untamed, raw—like a storm barely held back by the fragile restraint of her skin. Impressive, to say the least. A slow smirk curled on my lips, amusement flickering through me despite the absurdity of her words."I want to join the Board of Executives!" she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice.I exhaled sharply, staring at her—hard. Maybe I was hoping she was joking, that she’d laugh and brush it off as a fleeting thought. But no. Damn. She meant it.As Fedrick moved about, directing the guests toward dinner, I kept my gaze locked on her, studying every flicker of resolve, every stubborn breath she took."Listen," I said, my tone low, measured, but laced with something dark. "Do you think joining the Executive Board will be enough to get your revenge?"Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t falter. "What do you mean? From the beginning, that was what—""You still don’t get it," I cut in, stepping forward. Before she could pull a
The warmth of his lips still lingered on mine, a teasing memory that refused to fade. My cheeks were still flushed, and despite the cool splash of water on my face, the heat beneath my skin remained. Damn. That was nothing like kissing Daniel. No comparison. Kurtis Otias was in a league of his own.It was already past nine, and the photoshoot had stretched longer than expected. We were given a change of outfits—matching grey sweatshirts and pants adorned with tiny love emojis. Cute. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at myself in the mirror. My lips still tingled, betraying my thoughts. Shaking off the daze, I walked back into the living room.And there he was.Seated on the plush sofa, legs crossed in a casual yet elegant manner, flipping through the pages of a novel. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, adding an almost devastating allure to his already striking features. My breath hitched. What is it with handsome men wearing glasses? The emotionless expressio
When I arrived around five, the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, workers unloading boxes and crates while a team of decorators scurried back and forth. Several photo booths had been set up on the front lawn, their pristine white backdrops fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. The whole scene felt surreal, as if I had just walked onto the set of a high-budget wedding shoot—except it was supposed to be my life.I scanned the crowd and spotted Kurtis standing a few feet away, deeply engrossed in conversation with a group of men in black suits. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm, the very image of a man in control. His gaze flicked toward me for the briefest second before returning to the discussion. Something about his demeanor made me uneasy.Before I could dwell on it, a familiar voice called my name.“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached Fedrick, my voice laced with confusion.“What d