Drake POVIt felt like an eternity waiting for Daisy to return as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Why was she taking so long? I rose from where I was and began my search, starting with my room. She wasn’t there, I wanted to check the bathroom section but I decided against it and proceed to check other rooms until I enter the last room that I found her sprawled out on the bed, her legs touching the ground.I move closer to her and I stared at her. No doubt she is beautiful as only a blind person will agree otherwise as she is currently a sleeping beauty.She is a slave, she should not be sleeping on my bed. I thought but just as I was about to wake her up. My ring tone broke my actions As I looked at the callers ID, my manager and I answered it“Good evening, Sir Drake,” he greeted cheerfully.I remained silent, waiting for him to get to the point. “So, how is your day without work going, sir?” he asked.“Boring,” I replied curtly.“Why don’t we spice things up with an event y
"It seems as if you can't defeat the President's spoiled brat," I declared with a mocking tone. His anger flared, his annoyance palpable. "Three hundred and fifty million dollars," he growled, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. "You won," I announced. At that moment, it was evident that he wanted to keep pushing me to bid higher. The money was no problem for me; rather, I loathed the idea of being unknowingly controlled like a puppet.Rewind"You won," I declared. "What!" he yelled, his shock evident. "I thought you bid for that price," the auctioneer said, confused. "I can only imagine how you will be disposed of as the chairman, all to feed your weak ego," I shot back. "Damn you. How did you know? How do you know so much?" he seethed. I smirked inwardly; I have my ways. "I’ll be generous enough to buy your company when it goes bankrupt," I replied coolly as he stood, fuming, and stormed out. "I guess the winner for the watch is Mr. Drake. He secured the RDU watch for
Mr. Williams' POVI drove into the compound and immediately noticed a bodyguard standing by. "Is Sir Drake back?" I inquired. "Not yet," he replied curtly. "You can wait for him inside," he added, surprising me. "The Sir Drake I know would never say I should wait in his penthouse. He built this place for solitude. Asking me to come here is one thing, especially since the matter at hand warrants a meeting, but telling me to wait in his penthouse is out of character. He once called me here and I stood while he spoke," I thought, my eyebrows raising with skepticism. "Are you sure?" I pressed, maintaining my composure. "I just received instructions," he assured me. "What's the password?" I asked."I don't know," he admitted. "You must be kidding me," I retorted, already texting Sir Drake. Seconds later, he replied with a single name: "Daisy.""This is getting interesting and surprising," I mused, but I dared not question him about whether he had begun dating or something
"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio
"Drake Snow," one of the cashier called out, her voice echoing in surprise as her colleague turned to look."What the heck?" the other Casher added, her expression a mixture of disbelief and intrigue."Don't tell me a mere slave has the right to spend from a black card," the first Casher declared, scanning me from head to toe."Will you please concentrate? I have other places to be," I shot back, my annoyance flaring."Enter the PIN," one of them insisted, still visibly surprised as she held the POS out to me.PIN? This concept was new to me, but then my memory kicked in—I recalled a four-digit number added to Drake's earlier message, which I thought was a mistake. I checked my iPad, input the code, and watched as the transaction continued."You must be a student of KJ College," one Casher remarked as she continued processing the pay
The post about Drake and me had already garnered over a million views. I doubted the audience was solely made up of students from our school. The comments flooded in, each more audacious and ridiculous than the last. "Drake is a man having a hard time. That’s why he is always cold. Just choosing a slave for his practical work partner, while he won’t be involved, means that if he had chosen me instead, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to me." Wow, Sarah had really spun this narrative beautifully. It was insidious yet shockingly effective. "Wow. I thought as much." "It’s obvious Sir Drake didn’t choose you because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to you." "Now that’s my girl. I hope you are doing well." "If I were you, I would also behave like Drake. I’d give my partner all the work to do too." "Trust me, I purposely chose someone who isn’t my friend and not up to my social status. She’s doing the assignment herself and she’s also a genius," S
"I need to talk to you privately," Fane added."I'll explain later," I replied, opening the door to my house.Ruby nodded, her voice barely audible. "Okay." She walked inside, her eyes fixed on Fane only in the moment he is within her sight."I'm sorry to bother." Fane apologized."It's okay," I reassured him. "I'm all ears."Fane's expression turned serious. "About the incident that just happened – the unknown man crossing our path..."He paused, then asked, "Should I inform Sir Drake?""No, please don't." I shook my head firmly.Fane nodded. "Okay, no problem. At least I can see you're not alone today. If you notice anything strange, please let me know tomorrow, and I'll inform Sir Drake right away."I thanked him, and he replied, "I'm just doing my job. Make sure to lock the door when you get in.""Noted." I acknowledged his advice.As I turned to head inside, Fane waited until I locked the door before leaving.As I got into the house, and the first question Ruby asked me was, "Who
"More reason I will want to protect her more - a virtuous woman like her," Fane replied as he chuckled."Anyway, I am not done speaking," he replied. "Judging her age and the fact that she is far more ripe than most young or should I say children virgins we take in, masters who take sex slaves will be willing to pay anything to have her.""What!" Fane remarked in shock, and I was shocked too. What's happening? Me as a sex slave? Not this, this is just too much for me. I thought as tears started flowing out of my eyes."Don't worry, Miss Daisy," Fane replied. "I will protect you with my life.""Now, strange man, you have said something that makes me want to kill you so badly," Fane replied angrily."I don't know why you are getting worked up over a slave that you are willing to throw your life away for her sake," he replied. "Don't tell me you are crushing on your boss's slave.""You got it all wrong," Fane replied, not taking a back. "I am just doing my job, and the one job my master g
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll
He walked over to where I was bending, bending down beside me to examine the hibiscus flowers. "It seems you've taken an interest in the hibiscus flowers I like," he observed. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Yes." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his stare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It seems you're having a difficult time," he said, his voice low and concerned. I wondered if he was truly aware of the turmoil I was feeling or if he was just pretending to be oblivious. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake's response caught me off guard. "You should be," he said. I was taken aback, unsure if he was joking or serious. I scoffed inwardly, my mind racing with questions. Drake stood up, towering over me as he stared down, his eyes still locked onto mine. "A lion that chose to fight for a helpless lioness in the camp of enemies whose fate has been decided on since its existence, risks the chance of
This time, I leaned in, and planted a quick French kiss. Millie's face flushed with a deep blush. "Let's make out," she whispered, her voice husky. I raised an eyebrow, "Make out, as in a romantic kiss?" Millie's smile was sly, "Yes, and it could lead to other things." Her words were laced with suggestions, and I knew exactly what she meant. "I'm sure you need a woman to satisfy yourself," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "You don't have a girlfriend, to begin with." I thought back to why I had told Daisy to leave - I didn't want her exposed to this kind of conversation. Millie had always been flirtatious when we chatted, and she was usually the one to initiate our conversations. "Too bad for you that I have my mood under control. I'm not interested in a woman, my friend," I replied, winking at her as she smiled. "I can put you in the mood now," she said, sm
"Sarah... I'll consider her," I replied, my voice measured. His smile broadened, and even Beta John, who had been quietly observing our conversation, cracked a smile. I stood up, and left. I returned back to the penthouse, driving myself. The moment I walked in, I was surprised to see someone standing there, waiting for me. It seemed Daisy had let her in, as she was standing nearby, observing the scene in the open world. "Millie," I called out, a hint of surprise in my voice. The instant she saw me, she ran towards me and jumped into my arms, aiming for a tight hug. I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. "The hug is too tight," I teased, smiling. "You can't blame me for hugging my husband so tightly after all these years," Millie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness. My gaze turned to look for Daisy, hoping sh
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. Why was he being so direct with me all of a sudden? "Sir Drake, I didn't think that at all," I lied, trying to maintain a neutral tone. Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "What's the essence of using 'Sir' now, when you love disrespecting me by calling my name rudely? After all, you're calling me Drake in your heart.” he declared. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a flutter in my chest. "Drake, please, can you leave? I can't cook with you around," I declared, trying to sound firm. Drake's expression turned resolute. "Teach me how to prepare the noodles the Nigerian way. I'm not leaving," he replied, his tone brooking no argument. "But I can't....I am..." I stuttered, unsure of how to respond. "You are what?" he asked.
He removed his own jacket from its packaging and put it on, revealing the bold, stylish design that read "The Lecturer" in prominent letters."Winners, I've never done this before," He said, "but I want to create this memory with my students, so I can look back on it in the future and smile. Put on your jackets like me."They eagerly obliged, responding with a chorus of "Yes, sir!", "Okay, sir!", and "No problem, sir!" as they donned their jackets.The MC collected Drake's items from my hand as I removed the nylon to put my own on, which was promptly collected by the security personnel present.Just like the lecturer's jacket, mine had "The First" emblazoned on the left side of the front, with a larger, bolder inscription on the back. The second- and third-place winners' jackets followed a similar design."Sir Drake, please do me the honour of creating a memory with me by putting on your jacket and golden medal," Mr. Oparah