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 didn't dare to look up, but she could feel him so close to her. His voice was silky when he spoke, but he did nothing to veil the threat in it. ''I think we both know I can make you do anything I want little Weruche,'' he whispered into her ear. ''And it has nothing to do with the police.''Weruche drew a shaky breath. ''Is that why you brought me here? To intimidate me? Because believe me, I didn't have to be in this impressive building, or get flown in a private jet for the first time in my life, or chauffeur driven in a limo. I didn't need new clothes or a nice hairstyle -''His eyes shut up to her hair. He inclined his head. ''It suits you.''She shook her head, without still looking up. ''I didn't need all this to get intimidated, I was already intimidated by you in the club that night.'' She finished in a tiny voice that was barely audible even to her ears. ''I was intimidated the moment you decided to let me steal your watch.'' She raised her eyes then, and there was a
Karis was driving her to his apartment. It was nothing romantic or raunchy, like to horny people going to have their fill of each other in a luxury apartment. No, it had more to do with the fact that she was homeless and penniless, and Karis's charitable nature, still she wondered....She was Emeka's sister - at least in name, and she did not believe in luck. Everything happened for a reason, and it had nothing to do with fate. In a world of dog eat dog, you had to feed on another dog to get stronger, to stay from getting eaten. Peter wanted something, that was why he was doing all he did, and she was going to make sure she found out exactly what that was.She pushed thoughts of her gratitude aside, along with the guilt she felt for thinking bad about the man she cared deeply for, the man who was now taking care of her even though he thought she had aborted his kid. Karis was obviously not a monster like her brother, but then she had trusted her brother -- look where that left her
Karis couldn't sleep. Her scent was everywhere, wherever he turned, he could almost see her, innocent, trusting, yet a siren. She was the embodiment of a paradox, he had thought he was going to hurt her by breaking off what could never be even before it started -- but then she had pre-empted him, as he had lain beside her, blabbing like a school child about what they had just had. A one night stand, that had been neat, uncomplicated, what adults in their situation were to call it, but he had heard the hurt in her voice, and hated that he was the reason for it. He needed to stay away from her, for her own good, as well as for his. She was no match for his family, some street girl who was the daughter of a local gangster. He didn't want her to get drawn into the politics that was his family, the controlling ways of his father. He had watched his father make or break several people simply because he felt it would get him a re-election, or add more money to the unmeasurable wealth h
Weruche who had been sitting sitting in the living room leafing through a fashion magazine lifted her head when Karis walked in. She had taken off the clothes she had worn in the company building, and for lack of what to wear, had gone searching through his wardrobe. She was now dressed in his T shirt which was oversized, and drooping from a slender shoulder. Underneath, she wore nothing but her panties, and suddenly aware of how indecently she was clad, she tried to cover as much of her milky skin that was showing. He smiled, amused at her efforts. ''I must admit, it's nice to come home late in the evening after dinner with a beautiful woman to find another beautiful woman in your house -'' his gaze traveled over her slowly. ''and wearing your clothes.'' Weruche fought to keep her emotions at bay, surprised that he would call her beautiful, a warmth she could only feel when he ignited it curdled in her belly. She was also strangely irritated that he would spend time with another
Karis had not been discreet about his decision to start a fashion house, and that evening, as he walked into his room, his cell phone rang and he was invited by none other than the renowned Madame Rousseau to attend a evénémenet de mode in Paris, only could he fly in tomorrow and register his brand as it was coming as a surprise to the organizers that Monsieur should be interested in fashion. He was already planning immediately the call ended. Of course he was going to go. They had done him a great cutesy by inviting him, even though it was a fashion and cultural fair, only the most prestigious got invited. Karis could hardly tell why he was qualified for the position. In the business world, yes he was a force to be reckoned with, but this was fashion, and he was only just learning. He intended to do just that tomorrow -- learn. He didn't have any particular reason why he didn't tell Weruche that he was flying out to Paris, but he didn't. Showered, dressed and carrying a light bag
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