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Dear High Mistress #21

For everyone who missed when I first published this, I’m sharing this twenty-first episode of Dear High Mistress again. There was a major downtime from my host and I lost some posts. I apologize for the inconvenience. “I’m adding weight!” “You don’t have to shout. I’m right behind you.” “Oh.” Toni felt the warmth of Andre’s breath on her neck before his arm enwrapped around her. She pouted at the result that stared back at her from the bathroom scales she stood on. “I’ve added 2kg.” “You’re supposed to add weight.” “But I don’t want to,” Toni whined. Andre rested his chin on her shoulder, his hand on her tummy. “You’re carrying an entire human being, ma chatte. You need the extra fat.” He made small circles around her navel. “Everything is changing, Andre,” she said with a serious voice. “The house, my body, our priorities… You do realize that…

Dear High Mistress #20

This episode is dedicated to Bimbo. Keep shining babe ? Dapo couldn’t keep his legs still in Toni’s living room. He paced around, almost as if to a beat no one could hear. Now and then, Toni would lift her head from her laptop and peek out, especially when he slowed to give his phone his attention. “She’s not answering her calls, she’s not in the office, she’s not at church, she’s not with any of her other friends… Where is she?” “Relax, baby boy. Your girl is fine. She’ll come home. If not tonight, then tomorrow.” It was the second time Dapo was hearing those words, but he gave Toni the same expression he gave her the first time she uttered them. It was a downward tilt of his head at her as if she was some little child that had uttered a cuss word at an adult. Just…

Dear High Mistress #14

Hi Fam! I just want to drop a quick one about membership on moskedapages because I have been getting a lot of emails. If you have purchased In The Name Of Papa on Okadabooks, all I need is a screenshot from you when the time arrives. Please, don’t send in anything now. I’ll ask for it in the near future to be able to send you an invite. For those of you who have purchased from me, I will send you an invite as well. Please, enjoy today’s episode They watched her like she was a fragile experiment waiting to fall apart, set in a glass box. Concern lined their faces, whispers escaped their lips as they deliberated on her situation. “I think she needs a child psychologist.” “Child psychologist keh. Please, it’s just a phase. It’ll pass.” “Phase that we wouldn’t have to go through if the judge had…

Dear High Mistress #10

Comfort took everything in. The hurtful words. The blame. The anger. She let it all fall on her without throwing a retort. She knew she deserved it. She blamed herself, even more than he did. “You’re irresponsible!” Raji stated. “Do you even know what a child lock is there for?!” Comfort sank deeper into her self-condemnation. She should have fixed the child lock when it started misbehaving. The thing had developed a habit of switching on and off and locking her in the car whenever it chose to. But she had been too busy to fix it. And then later on, she had felt it wasn’t necessary to do so since Raheem was away at Salma’s for an extended period. She had planned to fix it the moment he got back. Nevertheless, she felt it was no excuse for her error. A good mother always foresaw danger and prepared for…

Dear High Mistress #9

And the drama continues… But before then, I want to give a special thank you to a special someone who sent me a special something to help fix my laptop. Thank you, E. You’re far too kind. And to everyone who checked in on me and sent kind words, God bless you. This episode is dedicated to Rikitava Bimbo. May your star keep shining brightly, sweetheart. Fam, enjoy this really long, two-in-one episode. . . . . “Christie, you can’t leave na. You came to spend Easter with me. Not with them. With me, Mosun. You can’t be packing your things and leaving because of what happened na. Please, stay.” Christie’s ears were blocked to Mosun’s pleas. Both women were in Mosun’s bedroom where Christie had been accommodated for the Easter weekend. Christie had already put together the few items she had come with. She was presently searching for a…

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 #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…

It’s Another Novocaine Saturday #17

Good evening, everyone… Enjoy… I’ve totally lost my mind. I don’t think I can heal from this pain. I can’t comprehend why I should be feeling it in the first place. I feel betrayed, broken and lost. I don’t know who I am or where to begin my life from. The question that keeps hounding me is who is Nididiamaka Onuora? Who am I? I haven’t eaten since that dumb Oba broke the news to me yesterday. I haven’t come out of my room either. He left the house after I kicked him out of the room the moment he told me he was crazy about me. I was hoping he wouldn’t return but the stupid boy came back and has been bugging me ever since. He thinks he can switch from being my younger brother to my boyfriend. Such an idiot. No wonder his friends call him Nasty. His…

Boys With Toys #10

Previous Episodes So many things were happening to Bankole all at once that he hardly had time to catch his breath. In a short amount of time, he had accomplished a lot and had also drifted away from Beatrice. He was scarcely home or even in the country. First, he had traveled for the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in New York with Guru and Mr. Duro. Then they moved to the UK for the Vodafone London Fashion Weekend where Guru made his first appearance on the runway as G&M’s new head designer. Upon their return, Bankole stayed long hours working in his studio at the office, preparing for the line’s first fashion show in Nigeria. He would return home only to shower, have breakfast and change, and then head back to unending hours of work. He made promises to Beatrice he couldn’t keep, cancelled dates she planned for them and…

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