Donovan - 47 At Boma's revelation about her father's interest in the position of permanent secretary, a smile slightly widened Ronald's lips. His eyes stayed intent upon hers, reminding her of Donovan. The man's charisma was staggering. No wonder he was Donovan's idol. Donovan was studying her face as she interracted with his grandfather, his expression, neutral but she knew that his ears were attentive. "Your boyfriend here has been telling me about giving him my slot. I had someone else in mind but since he mentioned your father, I have been considering submitting his name to the governor. Still I could not do that without first meeting you for your consent." Boma's eyes rounded in surprise, hér gaze riveted between the two.But she was speechless. Donovan was doing this kind of good to her father whom he had not even met? She was lost for words and she was grateful. The men's pair of eyes were on her awestruck face. She kept her focus on Ronald and managed to find her voice.
Donovan continued his speech as she pensively listened to him, unable to take her eyes off him. Most times, Boma often caught herself staring at him or stealing glances at him. She knew it was due to his attractive looks. If she had met him on a normal ground, she knew that she would have fallen for him on sight, but unfortunately, it didn't happen that way. Yet even as she marveled at his looks, she was scared of him at the same time because of how he was. If they had met on normal grounds, even with his looks and money, the knowledge that he was in a fraternity would have sent her running away from him, just like she was already planning to do now. Her plans frightened her, because she knew if he found out, she would end up being in serious trouble. But she had to do it. She could not be in a forced relationship and not with someone so rough. His eyes locked with hers for a few seconds and she swallowed hard with dread. For a moment she felt as if he might know of her plans al
At the thought of being tied to his bed, Boma panicked further and immediately dissuaded him."No, please, don't do that." she begged frantically, her voice whiny again."Then stay quiet and feel."He pressed his lips to her nape again as he caressed her nipple over her nightie. Boma could feel her core getting increasingly wetter. The process was gradual, yet sure. Her body squirmed more. She had to stop this at once and damn the consequences, she decided.With that decision in mind, she started to move away from him. At once he reached for her and pulled her back to him before she could get any further. She found herself facing him as she lay on her side. Her breathing was heavy with anxiety and scattered emotions. Her eyes landed on his chest and stayed there as fear and want converged, messing with her senses.She felt his lips on the top of her head, kissing her there in a reassuring move."Look at me Boma." He said, one finger lazily caressing her chin and urging her to meet
Boma, exhausted by Donovan's attentions fell asleep in no distant time. She eventually woke up several times during the night to find Donovan asleep. He seemed exhausted too.She found herself stealing looks at his sleeping face after returning from the bathroom where she went to ease herself.She furtively studied his face as she lay down beside him.When he slept, he looked peaceful and innocent. He often used a sleeping eye mask, so she could only see half of his face, making him look daunting even at rest.She shut her eyes as he stirred during her observation. She felt his hand pulling her close to himself so he could cradle her head against his chest. It made her feel cherished. Too bad he was not gentle all the time. Too bad he didn't ask her out like any normal guy would. Too bad he forced her hand. Too bad he was who he was. For all those reasons, she would always seek freedom.The night gave way to a brand new day that eventually rolled off into the afternoon. That was when
Boma decided to tell her friend about her plans. "His cousin is helping me leave." she revealed. I will be joining him at his school." Hilda stared at her with a pained expression. Then she rose and slowly paced before her. Boma let her assimilate the information whatever way she could. she knew it was a lot to take in. Hilda finally paused before her. "I will say don't go but that will be selfish of me." she said. "I totally understand your situation and I don't blame you for it." Boma found her words comforting and she was glad thta Hilda understood and supported her. In her gratitude she rose and hugged her friend emotionally. "I will miss you." Hilda said. "I will miss you too." Boma responded. "I hope everything works out well for you." "Same here." After a moment of silence, they reluctantly disengaged from each other and sat down. "I will just have to move in with my boyfriend." Hilda decided. "About that, Hilda, I strongly advice against it." "Why not?" "It doesn'
As Hilda read the message, stunned, Boma sniffled. "How did he even know?" she asked."It's school. And others have noticed your ring prior to now. Not many girls wear that ring. There are about three frats in the school. You're one of the three girls wearing that."But what will they gain by reporting the incident? I don't get it.""We may never get the answers to why people do some things. Forget about that and focus on explaining things to Donovan. He should understand."Boma shook her head. " He won't. I'm not supposed to fight but that girl pushed me to the wall.""Well, don't worry too much. Get some rest.""One stupid girl was taking a video." she said worriedly."I destroyed it."Boma was relieved but at the same time wondered how she had done it. Hilda explained how it had happened and Boma was grateful, thanking her again."You're welcome.""I really did not like being the center of attention.""I know. But anyway, it's kind of cool that you fought back. Now trust me, most g
Dreading her doom, Boma refused to be comforted. Hilda managed to get her back to the room and talk her into having some hope that by the following day, Donovan would be calm enough. The following morning, Hilda left the room early for a morning class. Boma was summoned to the porter's office there in the hostel. Upon getting there, she saw her opponent storming away with a paper in her hand. Boma knew it was the invoice for the payment of the fine. When she stepped into the porter's office, she was greeted by the stern face of the porter, a severe looking woman in her mid fifties. Two girls were standing there, watching her cautiously. "These girls are the witnesses to your fight. There is video evidence, so don't bother denying what happened. Your opponent has received her invoice for the penalty fee which you are each going to pay into the school account. If you fight again then you will be expelled." The woman played the video on her phone, directing the screen to Boma's vie
Boma considered his question for a few more seconds. Then she decided not to risk lying to him at the moment. She was already in enough trouble with him and there was no point mounting her troubles."I'm at...I'm at the faculty block." she said."So why are you wasting time in responding?" he asked. "Turn around. I am right around the corner."Boma was glad she had not lied about her whereabouts. She turned and didn't see him immediately. She saw other students moving in and out of their various faculties.As she looked around, Donovan stepped in through the main entrance with his phone over his ear. He was covertly being guarded by a couple of his guys.He was dressed in a black shirt and dark blue jeans that emphasized his intimidating frame. A black one hand backpack rested across his back.He ended the call as their eyes rested on each other. She put her phone away and he did the same as he approached her.As he got close to her he let his arms fall open, inviting her into them. S