AMANII’m beginning to realize that there’s a very powerful connection between hatred and sexual tension. Because if there wasn’t, why would I hate this man with all my heart and still want to suck his dick like a lollipop while he does very immoral things to my body?Bhyron’s request hangs in the air between us like a forbidden fruit, silently begging one of us to reach forward and pluck it.He wants me. I can see the burning desire in his eyes. And I want him, too. My sex literally throbs with need.Ten heartbeat later, the car rolls to a stop and the driver’s voice snaps me out of me sexually induced reverie.“We’re here, sir.”I look away, clearing my throat as if that would miraculously rid my mind of dirty thoughts.The tension in the car is so hot, so thick, it makes it almost impossible to breathe. Acting without thought, I grab the handle and pull my side of the door open. I’m about to step out when Bhyron’s voice has me freezing in my tracks; “Don’t move.”I look at him ove
AMANI“Tonight, you stay with me…”I don’t know why those words have my hackles rising, but they do. I sink into the sofa and close my eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted. I don’t have the strength to argue with Bhyron Macaulay right now. One thing is certain. Once I’m done with whatever he wants me to do, I’m leaving. I don’t care if I have to limp all the way home.My eyes are still firmly shut when my vision suddenly darkens. They fly open and the sight above me has my mouth filling with saliva and my sex clenching in desperate response.Bhyron stands there, completely naked from the chest up. I swallow thickly as my eyes travel over his thick biceps, broad chest and perfectly chiseled abs. But what really draws my attention is the tiny wink of silver that glints on his left nipple.Bhyron Macaulay has a nipple piercing! Now why does that look so incredibly hot? His body is a sculptor’s dream. Coupled with that piercing, I’m sure he’s made countless women come without even trying.
AMANIWhen I finally recover from my shock, I try to climb out of the bathtub but Bhyron chooses that moment to thrust upwards. His naked cock rubs against my throbbing core and I freeze, shivers of shocked pleasure skittering up my spine.Dang. I’m cooked. “Where do you think you’re going?” His deep baritone filters into my senses.I meet his gaze head on, trying not to let my traitorous vagina overrule my ability to think.“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”He has the audacity to lift a brow, acting all confused and innocent.“What are you talking about?”Annoyance kicks in. “Oh, don’t you dare pretend like you don’t know. Why are you naked? When did you take your briefs off?”“While you were taking off your jeans.” He deadpans proudly, his eyes glinting with seriousness.I huff. “That was not the deal, Mr. Macaulay. You agreed to keep your briefs on.”“I never agreed to any such thing. It’s all in your head.” I try to argue but pause when I realize that he’s right. He
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTIVITIES THAT ARE NOT PARTICULARLY NORMAL. ***AMANIOf all the things I expected Bhyron to bring, a cucumber was at the bottom of the list. In fact, it wasn’t even on the list to begin with.“What are you going to do with that thing?” I ask, my limbs burning with nervousness and curiosity.He pauses and looks at me with a hooded gaze; “oh, this? You’ll see.”It’s official. I’m crazy. Because why am I not shouting and screaming to be set free? Why on earth am I still lying there like a docile little lamb being led to the slaughter?I’m still a married woman for goodness sakes!Bhyron stalks in my direction and goes on his knees between my spread thighs. He trails the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and my head falls back, my lips parting in a tiny moan.“I’m going to eat you out now.” He announces in a soft tone. “I hope you’re ready for me…”Without waiting for my response, Bhyron buries his head between my thig
AMANI I wake up and the first thought that crosses my mind is “dang, this bed is comfortable as hell.” The second thought is; “fuck, I’m so sore.” And I’m not even joking. My thighs and crotch hurt like I was involved in some kind of heavy labour the previous night. My eyes slowly flutter open and for the next ten seconds, I stare at the bright white ceiling and luxurious chandelier, wondering where the fuck I am. “Dang, my head hurts.” I mutter into the quiet room as I struggle to sit up. The moment I sight the luxurious decor and floor-to-ceiling curtains, all my memories come rushing back like a goddamn geyser. Giving Bhyron a bath. Stupidly taking off my pants. Letting him kiss me. Bhyron cuffing me to his gym equipment. Bhyron… fucking me with a cucumber. My cheeks heat and redden like a roasted tomato. I bury my face in my palm and let out a long, muffled groan. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I’m so so stupid. “You’re a foolish, foolish girl, Amani.” I mutte
AMANIIt takes me about ten seconds to realize that this isn’t a kitchen. It’s a… studio? Production house?The room is decorated like a kitchen with all the fancy cooking equipment, shiny countertops, the big ass refrigerator and of course, the food that’s simmering on the stove. But there are cameras everywhere. And lighting equipment. And two men who appear to be studio professionals.But that isn’t why my mouth dropped open in awe. Behind the stovetop is Bhyron. A black apron with the inscription; “More cooking, less brawn” is tied around his waist to protect his crisp white shirt from food stains. His hair is slicked back and tied out of the way in a ponytail, and wait for it… he’s stirring the pot of stew on the stove and saying something to the cameras.And then, the big shocking surprise. There’s a woman by his side. And she’s none other than Sharon Armstrong. She looks nothing less than perfect, as usual. Her dark hair is also tied in a ponytail, like Bhyron’s, and she has a
AMANIOur financial situation has been horrible for the past few days. I can barely keep up with my rent and I have to save up just to afford food everyday.Why am I saying this?I’ve been so broke that I wasn’t able to afford a proper headstone for my son’s grave. I already planned to have a beautiful headstone installed for him next month when I had enough money. Right now, I stare at that same grave that was just a heap of sand the day before, my mouth half open in shock.“Who did this?” I whisper in disbelief.It’s beautiful.Someone built a tombstone for my son overnight. It’s in the shape of his favourite cartoon character, Lightning Macqueen. Yes, the tomb is shaped like a toy car. It even has headlights, and there’s a small rectangular opening in the middle for his casket.I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life.When my shock finally abates, I cannot help the smile of pure happiness that curves my lips. I'm sure Little Dave is probably giggling and clapping his ha
AMANIDIVORCE AGREEMENT…My fingers are still trembling as I look up to meet Bhyron’s confident gaze.“You got him to sign it.” I whisper in disbelief. “How? Why?”He steeples his long fingers, his eyes gleaming wickedly.“Look at the edge of the paper.”My eyes fall to the edge of the paper and my stomach tightens when I find it soaked with red liquid.My head snaps upwards and for the first time, I notice the tiny red spots on Bhyron’s collar.“Wait… is that blood?”The confidence in Bhyron’s eyes does not waver when he says;“Sure it is. But it’s not mine.”The atmosphere seems to drop by a few hundred degrees. My heart is currently pounding wildly against my ribcage;“Did you kill him?” He shrugs; “I almost did. But in the end, I decided to leave him with a couple of broken limbs, a broken nose and one swollen eye. He might end up having to crawl all the way his car, and his nose might never look the same again, but that’s okay. He’ll survive.”A strange mixture of shock and horr
BHYRON“…your presence irritates me…” Those fiercely muttered words burn through my heart like acid. For a moment, I freeze up and just stare at her, hoping she’d tell me that this is all a joke.But the only emotions in Amani’s eyes are anger and annoyance. She really meant what she said. The realization is like a blow to my stomach.I shut my eyes for a second, temporarily at war with myself. Should I just get up and leave or should I keep trying to reason with her?But even as I ask myself that question, I already know the answer. I’m not leaving. Amani can call me names from the pits of hell and try as hard as she can to push me away, but it’s not happening. I won’t go away. Not anymore.So I grit my teeth and steel my heart against the influx of hurtful words I know she still has in store for me.“What are you still doing here?! I asked you to leave.”I grit my teeth and lift a hand to grab her flailing arm. Maybe she’ll return to her senses if I touch her. Maybe she’ll recogniz
BHYRONOne of my sex workers at La Marièe almost got assaulted by a client tonight. She raised an alarm and the entire situation spiralled out of control within seconds. The news somehow travelled to the guests downstairs and the cops got involved.I spent the past four hours trying to stop La Marièe from getting closed down because of an issue that could’ve been handled with better care. Now I’m exhausted and all I want is to hold Amani and go to sleep.After taking a quick shower, I don boxers and climb into the huge bed, pulling Amani into my arms and cuddling her against my chest. She lets out a soft mewling sound that tugs at my heartstrings but settles down quickly, wrapping her arms around my middle.I’m enveloped in her scent, swathed in the softness of her skin and there’s nowhere else on this goddamn earth that I’d rather be.I’d love nothing but to shut my eyes and let sleep take me, but deep down, I know I cannot afford such luxury. I know the darkness will come… and so wi
BHYRONRamiel looks exactly like he does in the few pictures I’ve seen — angelic. Glowing.He’s dressed all in white just like I expected. A pure white African Kaftan covers his broad shoulders, flowing all the way to his ankles. His shiny blonde hair is perfectly styled and bounces on his shoulders as he walks towards us.When he gets within talking distance, I rise from my seat and Duke follows suit. Besides my grandfather, I never rise to greet anyone whether they come to meet me or I go to meet them. The thought of my old man sends a sliver of choking pain through my guts.But there’s something about Ramiel Castello. Maybe it’s those piercing blue eyes or the invisible glowing ring above his head, but I feel like I’m in the presence of royalty. “I never thought a day would come when the Bhyron Macaulay would ask to see me.” He says graciously, motioning for us to take our seats.Not one to mince words or waste time, I decide to go straight to the point.“Well, I’m sure you alread
BHYRONFinally, after twenty-five gruelling minutes, we arrive at the luxurious five-star hotel. The moment my driver opens the door and I climb off the car, my nerves twist violently as a strange sensation fleets through my heart.Silently, I turn to Duke and find him surveying our surroundings, forehead knotted in a frown.“You feel it, too?” I ask when he comes to stand by my side.“Yes. There’s something very wrong about this place. It gives me the ick.”The Crystal City Hotel is one of the most successful hotel chains in New York. Owned by a renowned Mexican businessman, the towering high rise boasts of modern, world-class amenities that are hard to find in any other hotels in the city, including expertly programmed robots instead of human attendants and complimentary self-driving cars for high-paying clients.To the ordinary eye, everything seems perfect. But to Duke and I, something is wrong.Wait…“Bhyron, take a look at the cars. Notice anything strange?”There are five iden
Starting now, I’m going to try to make this story as fast paced as possible so buckle up, readers!A lot of secrets will be revealed, characters will die, characters will be betrayed and in the end, the truth will finally be revealed.***BHYRONMy shoulders are already stiff and thrumming with tension when I arrive at the sitting room. I feel a presence behind me and turn to find Duncan a few feet away, hands tightly clasped at his back.“Return to the room and keep watch. I need you to pay special attention to Zuri. Make sure the door is open at all times and she doesn’t say or do anything fishy to my wife.”He bows. “Yes, boss.”He’s just about to leave when I stop him.“Can I trust you this time, Duncan? Will you fail me again?”He lifts his head and holds my gaze. There’s no iota of fear in his eyes. Just confidence and respect.“Last night was a stupid mistake, boss. I assure you that it will never happen again.”Three seconds tick by, heavy with mistrust, then I nod and step ba
AMANIMy eyes are firmly shut as I thrash around on the bed in search of my anchor, in search of my source of strength. But he’s not here. He’s gone. I know he is. When he was here, the piercing pain in my heart had reduced to a dull throb. The dirty, contaminated feeling that tainted my soul stayed far away, too scared of his darkness to come close. The heavy feeling in my limbs had disappeared, too. When he was here, he protected me. He shielded me from Antonio’s grubby hands. But now that he’s gone, I’m being bombarded with everything at once. The excruciating discomfort is back. My demons have returned to attack me and he’s not here to fight them off.I can hear voices in the distance and even though I’m clutched in the throes of a horrible nightmare, I still call out for him. I need him. I listen carefully, hoping I hear his voice, hoping he comes back for me.When the pain becomes unbearable, I curl into myself and hot tears slip past my tightly shut eyelids. My soul takes a
BHYRONI hear Amani’s screams from down the hall and it tears through my soul like a fiery blade. I run blindly and don’t stop until I’m storming into the master bedroom. The sight that greets me shatters my nonexistent heart to pieces.Amani is writhing and shaking in bed. The once perfectly laid sheets pool around her legs and arms, evidence of her distraught.Without uttering a word and driven by an urgency that makes my blood boil, I take off my shoes and climb into the bed with her, pulling her trembling body flush against my chest. Her eyes are firmly shut but the second I touch her, tears still manage to leak through.The sight of her wet cheeks unravels an animalistic intensity inside of me, but I have to tame it and take care of my baby. Amani is my only priority. She’s more important than even my darkness. “Bhyron…” she whimpers, clinging onto me like a baby monkey. “It hurts. It hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore. Please, make it stop.”I hug her fiercely and kiss her
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DELICATE TOPICS LIKE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF HARM. PLEASE REFRAIN IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED BY SUCH TOPICS.***AMANII’m hallucinating. I’m sure of it. I’ve been hallucinating for the past hour.One moment I was lying on the grimy floors of the phone booth, thinking I’d never get to see Zuri again and the next, an Angel appeared right in front of me.I looked up at him dazed and confused, blinded by the sheer beauty of his bright, golden air and pure white shirt. Even now, I can still remember the unique colour of his eyes — silver and narrowed, while his head shook with pity as he looked down on me.“Are you Angel?” I ask, my voice weak and barely audible.“Yes, I am. What would you like me to do for you?”A real Angel?! What a treat. Or maybe I was hallucinating.“Take me home, please.” I begged, wrapping my arms tightly around my middle. “I’m so cold. I think I’m freezing.”“Your wish is my command, princess.”Without uttering another word, the Angel swept
BHYRONIt’s been an hour. One full hour and my woman is still nowhere to be found. The mere thought of her cold and probably lying hurt somewhere sends pinpricks of pain through my heart. I haven’t been able to sit still. The penthouse is currently teeming with police officers and private investigators, but none of them have been able to say anything reasonable concerning Amani’s whereabouts. I’m giving them five more minutes to come up with something other than “we’re still searching.” If not, I’ll go out there and search for her myself. The fingers in my pockets are tightly clenched and it takes every ounce of self control I possess to stop myself from ripping the hair off my scalp. I feel like a bloody ticking bomb. One tiny mistake from anyone here and I’ll explode.“Sir, for the past thirty minutes, our men have tried their best to trace the call your wife made to Miss Zuri, but information reaching us is that the rain damaged some of the land lines and the signal is in shamble