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Dear High Mistress #8

Toni finally found the stomach to watch Mark’s videos. He had had so much to say, recounting their years together and how life had been for him when they fell apart. He didn’t give details about his marriage to Nkechi, but talked at length about being a father to Ruby and Duke. His biggest hurt, apart from losing Toni, was knowing his kids were going to grow up without him. She stopped the video. There were three unwatched ones left. She was saving them for a time when her heart would be strong enough to handle them. She found that she was becoming mushy lately. The children made her defenseless to her emotions. But her newly found mushiness didn’t extend to the workplace. She had even become less pleasant with her subordinates. Maybe Andre could be blamed for her toughness. Certain projects and clients had brought them together, throwing them…

Dear High Mistress #7

Episodes 1 – 6 of Dear High Mistress It felt weird when he woke to find a beautiful face that was not Christie’s. For a second he forgot where he was, but when soft, wet lips touched his cheek, he was reminded of everything. The consumed bottles of champagne, blithe banter, intemperate laughter, brazen covetousness, hungry kisses, fiery touches, loud moans, primal movements on soft, cottony sheets in a room glowing dimly with scented candles…it all came to him in a rush. The guilt was there too, hanging over him like a heavy cloud. But that seemed like it was all it could do. It had been there from the moment Comfort left her position and took his lips and he did nothing to stop her. “You can stay in all day.” The wet lips left his cheek and caressed his ear as warm fingers traveled down his tummy. “I…

Dear High Mistress #6

It was ten in the morning and she was not halfway across the world, chilling under some palm tree and sipping on a margarita. She was in the elevator that led to her office. Ruby and Duke had been dropped off at school in record time, she had just come from a meeting with Imade Harrison, and she was congratulating herself for making it through the past eleven days without blowing somebody’s brains off. Was she exhausted? Yes. Stressed? More than she would admit. Frustrated at Andre over the way he had ignored her since the day she lied to him? Of course! She had apologized and he had responded in that cocky smile of his, telling her that he wasn’t mad that she had lied to him. Pretty little liar, he had called her, and she unleashed hell on him. She raved and ranted and after she was done…

Dear High Mistress Fans…PLEASE READ

Good afternoon, fam I know this isn’t a post you want to see here right now. Nothing less than Dear High Mistress will make you guys happy. Unfortunately, we’re not having an episode of that today. I want to make some announcements. >The first is about Love, Your Enemy. I will be postponing the release of the book till September. I have encountered some technical difficulties finishing it. First, I recently concluded the first part of Stranger In Lagos, which took me quite some time to finish. It left me rather drained. Secondly, I got into a ‘no write’ period. I wasn’t able to put down anything. It was not that I was suffering from writer’s block. No, I don’t suffer from that. Rather, it had to do with the desire to write. My writing process involves the inspirational and the technical. Inspiration can keep me writing a seven-thousand word…

Dear High Mistress #5

And because I still owe you one more episode… Catch up on Dear High Mistress He loved to stay in hotels. He owned exquisite homes scattered around Lagos, all good enough for his taste, but he preferred the luxury of hotel suites for some unknown reason. This strange behavior birthed one of the popular rumors about him, as it was whispered that he belonged to a secret cult and had been warned not to live in any of his houses or he would die. But none of that was true. Imade Harrison sometimes spent nights at home with his wife. They had a cold marriage but were both reasonable enough to engage in the infrequent marital intercourse, usually initiated by Imade himself, who sometimes got aroused while watching his wife’s TV show. He didn’t consider himself a sexual being. His pursuit of wealth gave him more orgasms than any vagina…

Dear High Mistress #4

Please, if you are using opera mini to view this, either clear your entire cache or switch to a better browser like Google Chrome. I have been getting complaints from some of you about not being able to read everything. Unfortunately, I can’t fix the problem if I don’t know what it is because I don’t experience it on my end. My phone browser and Google Chrome work just fine. On my laptop, my Google Chrome, Firefox and Explorer work fine as well. Same on my husband’s phone. So it’s not from my site but from your browsers. Switch it or clear your cache. And you can apply this fix for any browsing issues you have anywhere else. Read previous episodes of Dear High Mistress It was hard to accept that Mark was gone. Harder to stare at him as he lay in state as if he was having…

Dear High Mistress #3

Read previous episodes of Dear High Mistress Toni desired to cry. She wanted it as badly as she needed Andre. The emotions were piling in a heap and she had little power over them. They weighed her down like she was carrying an invisible entity on her back that was her weight in stones. The night before had been spent in torture, with her eyes wide awake as the world around her fitfully snoozed. She had lain in bed for a long time, going through memories of Andre and cussing herself for what she did to their relationship. She was beginning to regret her decision, scared of the avalanche of heartache that was to follow. Andre had been at the Adediran baby naming ceremony, looking like a bag of money. He had betrayed nothing of their breakup to their mutual friends present at the party. When Leticia suggested to Toni…

Dear High Mistress #2

Read Episode One of Dear High Mistress here If there was anything Toni knew well to do, it was to mask her emotions. It was one of her strong points. She knew how to laugh in the midst of a storm and carry on like the world was okay while dying inside. She had learned, quite early, after suffering a major heartbreak, that it was a dangerous thing to let people in on one’s weaknesses. Her collected manner, laced with pokerfaced bitchiness and painfully-candid approach to most issues made it hard for anyone to prey on her. Andre was the only one who had been allowed to dip into the waters of her heart and muddle it as he so desired. With friends and family, she was also open, but only as much as she was in the mood to let them in on the condition of her heart at…

Dear High Mistress #1

This series, Dear High Mistress is continued from The Fourth Finger. To enjoy the story better, I’ll recommend the Fourth Finger E-book to you. Click here to get it. In the world where the following took place, it was a typical Friday evening and nothing unusual was slated to happen. The metropolitan was alive in its usual buzz and being that it was the beginning of a weekend, the clubs and watering holes were expected to come alive, to accommodate the ever pulsing nightlife of the famous Lagos. Drinks flowed, dance floors kissed the happy feet of vivacious social animals, acquaintances were made, deviant deeds blamed on alcohol went down and the police had their hands (and pockets) full, handling a myriad of cases for the night. While all this went down, our focus was shifted to three couples in the story that were within the confines of their respective…

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