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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…

The Marriage Ultimatum #20

♥ Kaine felt a gratification she had not expected to feel. She had just given herself to the man she loved. She had confessed her love to him. The love that still and would always beat in her heart for him. She had experienced passion that she’d never experienced before in her life. She had felt the tender touch of a man like she would never again want to feel from another man. She had revelled in the joining of his body with hers; had cried out with that pleasure as their bodies became one with the spiralling throes of passion that had washed over them. She had loved and had been loved in return—even without the words of love. Yet despite all of that love and amazing experience, the man her heart beat for stood at the end of the bed staring at her with eyes blaring…

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…

The Marriage Ultimatum #19

♥ Dominic could not comprehend the quiet contentment that had been coursing through him the last couple of days. Once he’d realised that in his heart he believed Kaine incapable of cheating on him, a quiet peace had slid into him and with it a tender renewed passion to win her over and make her completely his. He’d always, from the moment they’d gotten to Lagos after their wedding, enjoyed her company but now he found himself yearning for the close of his working day when he would go back home to her and spend time with her. Even without sex yet in their relationship, he felt a closeness to her that surprised him. He’d never felt that kind of closeness to anyone, not to anyone outside of his family, and not even in the manner he felt it towards her. It surprised him. Sometimes worried him but he…

The Marriage Ultimatum #17

♥ Kaine woke up the next morning with a head that was pounding, a memory that was blurry and a conscience that was pricking. What was she thinking getting drunk in a party for Christ’s sake? She let out a low moan and pressed a hand to her throbbing head. She managed to lift her head and glanced around. Dominic was nowhere in sight. He probably had left the house. It was Sunday. Mia usually went for Mass and Dominic, if he liked. Still struggling with the language, she still hasn’t chosen a place of worship. And now she was a shameless drunkard wife, she feared God might have no use for her that morning. Kaine sighed and pushed back the covers. Darn it, she was still even in the dress she’d worn to the party! The thought both shamed and worried her. Last time—no, first time—she’d been tipsy,…

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…

The Marriage Ultimatum #15

Read previous episodes of The Marriage Ultimatum ♥ Dominic stared with a dissatisfied expression at the advert images. But it wasn’t the diverse models showcasing the different beautiful sceneries of La Quinta that brought on the dark scowl. He wasn’t even seeing them—not anymore. His thoughts lingered on Kaine and her leaving even when he’d wanted her to stay. She had looked beautiful—gorgeous. The red spandex dress had framed her slim physique like a second skin, flattering her subtle curves. He had chosen the dress, he remembered now, against all of her usual protestations. But then he had had to choose all of clothing as they shopped that day since she’d been torn between her sulky-tantrum and her apparent bewildered state. He’d chosen the dress but he hadn’t known it would make her that delectable. Gosh, she’d looked stunning—alluringly so. Her makeup had even been a touch different. Maybe…

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…

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