All Chapters of Donovan : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Boma felt the sting of Donovan's sharp words as they hung heavy in the air, his outburst leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But as she watched him turn away, she sensed a shift in his demeanor, a softening of the rigid lines that had defined his posture moments before."I'm sorry," Donovan murmured, his voice tinged with remorse as he turned back to face her, his eyes clouded with a mixture of frustration and understanding. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just that you don't understand the system. He is my enemy. He can't be planning anything good for either of us. I will not sit down and watch him use you to get me because you will also be hurt in the process. I don't want any harm to come to you. I am responsible for you. Do you understand that?"Boma watched the conflict play out across his features, his struggle with trying to be patient and understanding laid bare for her to see.Despite his rough exterior, she knew that beneath it all, Donovan harbored a deep-seat

Boma reached the eatery in time for the tour and final orientation.The newly built restaurant hummed with anticipation as Boma and five other newly employed serving staff gathered behind the sleek counter, ready to begin their orientation.The air was charged with excitement and nervous energy as they awaited the arrival of their manager, Larry Wells.As Larry entered the room, his presence loomed large, his expression stern and unfriendly as he surveyed the group. His demeanor sent a ripple of unease through the girls, who exchanged apprehensive glances as they braced themselves for his instructions. Larry Wells, at forty, was a man you couldn't easily warm up to. With a scowling countenance, unkempt appearance, and a demeanor dripping with disdain, he inspired more fear than admiration.His abrasive manner and contemptuous gaze made him someone you'd instinctively avoid, rather than seek out for guidance or approval.They greeted him upon his entry. With a curt nod, Larry launched

Donovan began to take her again. She moved back against him and neither of them held back until they received the ultimate pleasure.In the intimate moments they shared, Donovan finally found solace in Boma's willing arms, his love for her transcending the physical realm to touch the depths of his soul.After their satisfying time together, sharing true love for the first time as husband and wife, they fell asleep in each other's arms.Boma woke up some time later to find herself alone on the bed. Donovan was nowhere around. She knew he was out because she couldn't hear him in the shower.Feeling the need to clean up, she entered the bathroom and had a night shower. As she washed, she recalled their last shared intimacy with pleasure. She wished he was there, but she had known him long enough to expect his unexpected absences.Perhaps he had some frat business or something. She wished he would no longer be in the fraternity and live a normal life. It was a big wish.She thought of her

"I didn't want any trouble." Boma whined.Donovan was silent for a moment as he considered her words."Come over here and sit with me." He said, gently patting the spot beside him.Boma marvelled at his level of control over his temper. In time past, she would be in hell right now, but he was willing to talk to her. His action gave her confidence. She rose and met him at the couch, sitting down beside him. "I'm sorry." She said again."What do you want?" He asked. "I don't understand you anymore. In fact, I feel like you are starting to take me for granted, Boma." His voice was low, a stony edge surrounding it.Boma feared him reverting to his old actions towards her in times like this."Please, I won't do it again. He was just talking to me.""And saying what?" Donovan thundered, his patience running thin. "What the hell were you both discussing? How are you still talking to Harry, despite my warnings?"She fell silent. Fear had overtaken her and she sniffled.Donovan fought hard to

Boma stood by the ornate entrance of the event center, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation. The murmurs of the guests around her were drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears as she scanned the crowd for Donovan, searching for the opportune moment to make her move.Her parents were felicitating with other people. Donovan's parents were also doing thesame. Ronald was with Donovan talking. He seemed bent on convincing Donovan of something after making her excuse them. She prayed his influence would not surface again.Donovan’s siblings were busy enjoying the lavish dishes served at their table.As the ceremony progressed, she felt a surge of determination welling up inside her. This was her chance, and she wasn't going to let it slip away."Excuse me," she murmured to the nearest guest, a polite smile plastered on her face as she edged her way through the throng of people. With each step, her pulse quickened, her senses on high alert for any sign of Donovan's watchful gaze