''I hear you got a job at the West coast.'' Weruche's mother said immediately she stepped into he house. She was sitting in the living room, and she was looking much better, she was even looking like she had never fallen sick. A smile broke out on Weruche's face. It was all worth it, everything was worth it. She slowly sang down to her mother's level on the floor. ''Hello mama, how are you doing today.'' Her mother did not answer, and only then did Weruche notice how angry she was. ''Mama, what's the matter now? I am only happy that you are better, you're looking very healthy now, the doctors seem to have done their work well.'' Her mother's frawn deepened. ''I asked a question young woman, don't let's change the topic from the issue at hand.'' Exasperated, Weruche frowned. ''And what is the issue at hand if it's not your health mama.... The doctors seem to have done their work, you are well now, but for some reason, you want to be angry.'' ''The Issue is not my healt
Brenda was dressed in a strappy spaghetti top that exposed most of her cleavage, fake black leather pants, and she was holding a pair of stilettos she planned to wear. Humming a popular tune, she sat down to wear her heels when Weruche stormed into the house. Surprised, a smile broke out on her face, then it changed to a frown when she saw the look on her friend's face. ''Weruche, are you alright? Is you mother okay?'' She asked worried. ''I should be asking you if you are alright.'' Weruche spat. ''And quit acting like you care about mother when you're busy playing sick mind games that I don't understand.'' Brenda was more confused. ''Weruche are you alright? What has come over you?'' ''This has come over me.'' Weruche fired back, flinging the package at her friend. ''What kind of sick game are you playing Brenda?'' ''I should be asking you that.'' Brenda was finally getting annoyed. ''You come into my house with such an attitude, shouting accusations I don't even understan
Weruche woke up the next day with a slight headache, and she was feeling disoriented. Everything seemed a bit odd. To start with, the bed was empty. Normally, she got up wey before her mother, her mother wasn't even supposed to be up and about so early, she needed her rest. The room was too bright, the sunlight streaming in from the window blinding her. She snatched her phone and checked the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. Weruche was up in an instant. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair and packed it up in a simple bun, then changed her clothes, hoping to heaven she didn't smell. In five minutes, she was out of the door. She got to Karis office with an apology on her lips, then she saw that he was not alone. There was an older man sitting on the sofa that was by the window. ''Hello Sir, I'm the new... the.. I work with Mr. Karis... That is Mr. Ilobi.'' Her eyes sent a plea for help to Karis who was sitting behind his desk, looking a bit uneasy. ''I work i
Weruche didn't bother to go to her own office when she left Karis'. Somehow, she knew she wasn't going to be missed. Instead, she headed straight to her house. It was a bit off being at home at that time in the morning, her mother had gone out to trade in the local market close by, and her brothers were not around. She thought about visiting Brenda, then she remembered that even her friend wouldn't be home, as she had recently gotten apprenticed to a seamstress. At a loss for what to do, she started pacing her room. Karis' voice kept ringing in her ear, he had asked her to get a pregnancy kit - and then to get back to him. He had no right. He couldn't just sit down and dictate her life to her like he owned her, just because he had money. Everything happening then would not have happened in the first place - she missed, if she hadn't attended his party last year, if she hadn't gotten hypnotized by his eyes, by the very core of his being, then she remembered her mother. She wouldn
Weruche couldn't sleep, her brother's men were arguing again. Usually the sharing of the money from whatever illegal business they had done ended before nightfall, allowing her to enjoy a night's rest without the sound of their riotous voices. That was when her brother didn't beat her mother. It was difficult to sleep through your mother's screams, especially when you didn't know if they would be her last, if your brother would finally end her life with the fists he had used to control it. She did not know how she had gotten to this point with her family, how all this had been happening but she did not know. Usually now, she just stayed away from her brother's path after a punch from him on her belly made her lose her pregnancy. She did not tell Karis, and he still believed she had his baby aborted, this led to him firing her.She wrapped her pillow around her head, trying her best to shut out the noise but it was no use. She could still hear the voices loud and clear, the threats.
Karis Ilobi hated his father's house parties. They were pretentious, but more pretentious were his charity balls were he dressed in his finest and tipped all the press that was present, so that they only published photos of him that had been taken from a good angle, the cameras clicking away while he gave some silly speech about having a deep love for humanity and the burden of the poor being his burden too.And the end of such charity balls, he sat down with his father to count the achievements of the day which had nothing to do with the number of lives they had been able to touch, the success of the ball had only to do with the number of dignitaries that had been in attendance - more support for his father's re-election his father had told him once, and when he had accused him of being a hypocrite, he had snapped. The poor did get the help they needed from his charity balls, who cared about the content of his heart he had said.Karis cared. He cared that his father and his father's
Karis has flown back to his apartment in California untied states after his meeting with the other members of the billionaire club. After he had finished from Harvard, he had made a vow to himself to build his own legacy. His father came from a long line of what the twenty first century could safely refer to as the aristocrats. Of course, they were not title holders or anything that grand, but the Ilobi were filthy rich, and the wealth could be traced to as far back as the nineteenth century, then there was his father. His mother's was the typical grass to grace story, she had been a normal kid, attending public school, and had been the valedictorian in her graduating class. She had taken that on to her university at her state, and ended up in the student body council. From there, it had been one gradual but consistent step at a time to her greatness, earning herself the title - man of the people. But now, she was dead. His father's narrative was that through his wife, he had exp
Weruche stared up at the macho security man in shock. The owner of the club had asked her to fly over and meet him in California. She had never been on a plane before, had hardly ever been outside her neighborhood, except to run nefarious errands for her step father, and now this mysterious man who had once shown her mercy wanted her to fly over to meet him. She didn't believe in luck - good luck that is, and she didn't also believe in coincidences. She had the sickening dred that Karis, the owner of the watch she had stolen wanted something from her, and what ever it was, she knew she wouldn't want to give it.''I would call Maria, she's the one that handles these kinds of things'' The man was saying, but Weruche could barely hear him, she was already looking for a way out.''Look ehm... Mr. Tall guy, I'm really sorry I stole your boss's watch, but hey I have returned it.'' She held out her hand to him, still holding the watch. Just take the watch and let me go okay.''Komodo shook h
Weruche woke the next morning feeling a kind of contented happiness. For a while, she was confused as her brain tried to process what she felt then it all came back, the events of the previous day. She stretched and got to her feet as the beautiful sun streamed in from her window bringing with it the pleasant smell of -- she turned to look at the bedside and saw a bunch of roses and her lips curved up in pleasure. How on earth had he been able to manage that while she was asleep?She picked up the roses and buried her nose in them inhaling the sweet fresh scent. What was it girls did when they got flowers.... They put them in a vase. She looked around and found out she did not have one, then she saw the card. 'love Karis.' It read simply and just like that, she felt a shiver of excitement go through her. If only he would say those words while looking into her eyes. She got up and padded on barefoot to the sitting room, she needed to find something to use as a vase. As she got
Follow his heart, she had said. Karis knew where his heart was. He needed to get Weruche back but first, he had to speak with his father. ''St. James does not know who your father is, you don't have to worry about that.'' His father said, fingering a sculpture on his desk. He was sitting too still -- even for Senator Ilobi and his hand on the sculpture was one of many nervous gestures Karis had seen him make since the conversation started and Karis couldn't help wondering what was up. ''So you're saying that he was bluffing all along.'' He had the distinct feeling that his father was on the fence and could either decide to tell him everything or withhold some information. He could only sit still and hope. ''I'm saying--'' The sculpture slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. They both sat for an awkward moment starring at each other before his father picked it up and returned it to it's original place. ''I'm saying that you are my son.'' Karis nodded. ''He wanted to tell h
Karis paced his office, there was so much he needed to do. He had put a pause on his activities at Percove to come home and help out when his family needed him most.The owner of the Atmospheric had given him a week to make up his mind and two days to the expiration of the time, he still had'nt come up with a plan. He should never have stayed that long in Dubai, he hadn't planned to stay that long but then... He picked up his phone and called his father, the old man didn't say a word when he said he was coming over and he imagined St. James calling his father to tell him of the latter's visit to the Atmospheric and probably to drop a warning or two, Karis didn't put that past St. James. He was going to have to do something about the editor of the Daily. If news that he could get double crossed spread, he was in for it as a businessman in New York but before he took care of the editor, he was going to need to take care of the root cause of the problem -- the owner of the Atmospher
Karis was waiting for her on the front porch when she got back and her heart skipped a beat when he got up as the Rolls pulled into the drive way. She stepped out of the car into his waiting arms. ''Have you missed me?'' He asked. ''Just as I have missed you.'' And just like that, all Weruche's anger and feelings of neglect were gone. He pulled away from the embrace to search her eyes with his midnight blue ones. ''I am supposed to ask how you day went.'' He said huskily. ''My day was... I went to see the Burj khalifa, very wonderful view of --'' ''But all I can think of is doing this.'' He stole her breath away in the longest, sweetest kiss she had ever had. Considering the fact that before now, she had only been kissed twice in her life she didn't have a lot of experience for comparison but -- he deepened the kiss and she lost all sense of reasoning, she couldn't think let alone compare. Suddenly, they couldn't make it fast enough to the bedroom, his expert fingers searched a bod
Weruche sat on the bed in the room Tessa let her stay in and tried to gather the courage to call Karis secretary, a Miss April Vonn. It was one thing to call Karis, even though he hadn't given her his number, using a restricted line to call her, but it was another thing to call his secretary acting like a female scorned who did not want to let go. She dialed the number and the woman answered immediately, all cool and efficient. ''April Vonn on the line, who I'm I Speaking with?'' Weruche suddenly lost her courage. ''I.. it's ...Ms. Vonn, I know this is a bit unusual but I need your help.'' There was a pause on the other side then -- ''You're still going to have to tell me who you are.'' ''I ... my name is Weruche, and I met Karis when I was --'' The woman blew out a breath. ''Karis! See, let me give you an advice, woman to woman. He's probably forgotten you as you should him. Allow whatever was between you to end on a happy note, don't drag it till it turns sour -- but off
It had become a routine for Weruche to wait till her father left, and then sneak off to the arena. She should have gone back to California by now, she knew. But somehow, she could not shake off the feeling that going would mean that she was running, and as wonderful as it sounded for her to run away from all her pain at the moment, she knew that if she did run, she may never be able to upturn the bounty her brother had set on her head.So far, he had not hit her again, and she was beginning to suspect he knew that she was sneaking off anytime he was not around, but if he knew something, he was saying nothing. Trying to be hopeful, she hurried off to the arena.The man in the ring who seemed to be dominating the fight was leaner than Peter, Weruche noticed as she got closer, his hair was black, shorter and he seemed to be putting in a lot of effort, more effort than Karis usually put into a fight but it seemed to be paying off. It seemed the other three people in the ring were battling
Karis woke up the next morning with a slight headache and an anger he could not place. He shook his head in a bid to clear the fog but that only made the pounding worse. He got up, threw on a track suit and a pair of trainers and decided to go jogging. Bathed, dressed and feeling a lot better, he arrived at the office by ten am, when all hell broke loose. April his secretary rushed into the office, her heels clicking against the tiles and she had lost some of the grace she always infused into her step, she seemed very upset. "Good morning Karis, I --" "Good morning to you too April, calm down a bit and take a breath." She obeyed, breathing in slowly and then out. "Okay, first of all, I removed the morning papers from your desk, I thought you'll need a heads up before you see them and also I --" Karis stretched out his hand, palm up. "Bring in all the papers April, then you can continue talking." "Listen to me first Karis, I --" He raised a brow. "Now April." April threw up
Still with his mouth on her's, Karis lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes. Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Uche -- Weruche!" She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a ne
Still with his mouth on her's, Karis lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes. Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Uche -- Weruche!" She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a ne