✴️ Four Years Prior✴️

Chapter 1

“Have you ever heard about the word, blue-balls?” Hunter inquired from Troy while struggling to zip up his trousers.

Troy, pretending as though he didn't see him rubbing his genitals, shook his head, and nodded simultaneously like a dullard.

“Listen, that means, leaving a person, usually a man, s*xually frustrated by denying or abruptly ending s*xual contact,” Hunter said, looking into his face for any relatable facial reaction.

“Oh,” Troy exclaimed with widened eyes, feigning as though he had just learned about the word. Of course, he had to act normal to avoid his wrath.

“Aren't you a man? Once in a while, don't you release yourself of some substance?”

“I… I… yes, I do.”

“The omega enjoys occasionally while the Alpha starves, isn't that interesting? Why don't you get me a beautiful woman?” He got up from his seat, having done his zipper.

Troy continued to listen to the Alpha since he feared to speak up.

“Say something, Troy! I need to release myself of worry,” Hunter said to Troy as soon as he began to retreat from the dining table.

“You are the Alpha, you can have whoever you want,” Troy said with a broad smile.

Three days after Hunter was issued a call-out, he decided to visit one of the clubs in Vegas to cool off. He had always been believed to be the most powerful and fearless of all his pack members. The very same day after he triumphed over his rival, Alpha Antonio of The Starfall Pack, he assumed the position of the Alpha and, hence, needed a successor.

As the fiery Alpha, Troy didn't know whether he required further suggestions. In other not to piss him off, he proceeded to change the topic of discussion.

“Sir, your cup of coffee is getting cold,” Troy said with fear in his eyes.

Hunter turned only his eyes to him, and he regretted saying what he had said. Troy was so lost that all he could do was apologize. “Sorry, my Alpha, I'm sincerely so…”

“Will you shut the Bleep up? Is a cup of coffee a cure for blue-balls? Clear this table immediately, I'm passing the night at the clubhouse for the secret soirée.”

Hunter hawked and rubbed his neck. “Tell Beta Adolphus to get my Lambo on the driveway immediately.”

“At your service,” Troy bowed.

“Yeah, over there, I'll have enough of drinks and some good puss…” He paused, “What are you still waiting for?” He shouted out to Troy.

Troy ran off at once.

Having said that, he got up and made toward his bedroom to prepare for the night.

Coincidentally, Rosella also had a plan cooked up for the night. It was going to be her first time in the s×x working business. With her body-fitted lacy gown that revealed her hips and the tops of her breasts, she walked briskly towards The Roses Club to meet the man she had been chatting with on Tinder.

She stopped by a petite kiosk to get a cigarette paper for the marijuana in her bag. 'Tonight, I must make ten thousand bucks', she said, having admired herself before the aluminum glasses that were used in decorating the walls of the clubhouse.

There was a mask station directly opposite the club, she got her mask and put it on. At once, she rolled the paper, lit up the cigarette, and put it between her lips.

She sucked the pipe and gentle streams of smoke escaped between her succulent lips.

“Welcome ma'am, the owner of the club has ordered the waiters to give out to everyone any drink of their choice free of charge.” A man, not so handsome, told Rosella immediately after she had walked up to the door.

“Interesting, sir. May I have my identity batch?” She stretched her hand to his face.

“Don't bother, that's not necessary tonight.” He waved,

“Oh, really? Great!” Her eyes scanned the place, searching for Vladimir, the man she had come to meet.

“Excuse me,” She beckoned to the man who was still by the door. “I'm looking for umm…” She paused as soon as she spotted Hunter, walking in with two of his bodyguards. He was wearing a mask on his face!

“For whom, ma'am?” The curious man inquired.

“Nevermind,” She picked up three bottles of alcohol and walked away, leaving him at the door.

She stepped her feet into the house and walked briskly towards a sofa. She bent over and felt the foam, “Perfect!” She exclaimed before sitting on it.

Furthermore, she fetched her cell phone from her bag and dialed some codes.

“Hi, Rosella. I'm on my way, RM 007 has been booked already.” Vladimir, a tricky shape-shifter assured her. If she had known about Vladimir's true identity, she would have cautioned her legs and herself against the urge to make more money.

“You'll pay for this and if you keep me waiting for more than ten minutes, I'll get started with some other cool dude. I need money, and it doesn't matter who it comes from, get that?” She dropped the call and, again, took her eyes around the club, but Hunter was nowhere to be found.

Sluts don't fall in love, they f×ck, get their account credited and walk away. Most sluts don't render services to a customer more than once because of reasons best known to them. She cautioned herself.

Her phone rang, it was Lydia, her best friend who was in love with a Fed. “Are you guys started yet? Because you didn't remember to pick the female c*ndom.” She queried worriedly.

“Oh, my f*cking.” She hit her forehead. “Well, Vladimir isn't here yet,” Rosella responded sadly.

“Time's ticking bitch! Aren't there other men at the club?”

“Well, but we had a deal.”

“What fucking deal? He isn't serious, if he were, he would be waiting for you and not the other way around.”

“So, what do I know?”

“Get on the dance floor, afterward, you will get yourself a wealthy catch.”

“Just like that?”

“Trust me,”

“Wow, you talk like a bitch. Alright, I'm up, I'm up.”

“Make sure he uses a c*ndom,”

“Of course,” Rosella concurred with her.

She pushed the bag strap over her head and dumped it on the sofa. She pulled her gown a little above her thighs before staggering towards the dance floor.

Her dim-colored eyes shone brightly in the dark whenever she faced the direction from where the lights were emanating.

As soon as she climbed on the stage, the music faded away gradually.

Every other dancer vacated the stage as they had become intimidated by her appearance. They saw how stunning she was and expected her to show off some uncommon dance skills.

Cheering and clapping filled the air, which attracted Hunter's attention from where he had gone to take a few bottles of alcohol.

“What's that noise?” Hunter asked, turning to his Beta.  Adolphus shook his head cluelessly, with his eyes on Troy.

“I'll find out,” Troy said and ran off.

“A breathtaking damsel with uncommon dance steps has gotten on the dance floor, sir,” Troy said upon his return to the room.

Without a single response, Hunter took his glass of wine from the table and left quietly.

He became eager to discover who it was that made his club hot again.

“Splendid moves!” Hunter confessed, one hand held the glass while the other began to smooch the frontal region of his trousers.

It was dark, a good time to get naughty. “Would you mind getting me someone who will care for me tonight. Preferably a brunette.”

“The dancer?”

Beta Adolphus asked in utter surprise, pointing toward the dance floor. He was referring to Rosella.

Hunter nodded. “Yes, the drunk,"

“Lead her away.” Beta Adolphus urged Troy.




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Prologue

In a hall where the staff members of the Bang and Cum industry are seated for a seasonal meeting, their eyes are glued to Maria, a mixed bred and director in the sex foundation.

Jasmine, a disguised job seeker is leaning on a lustrous door rightly opposite the CEO's office.
She walks hopelessly through the gangway, fiddling with a certificate obtained from a Catering class at high school.

She is waiting for the meeting to come to an end, hopefully, she may be appointed as a waiter in the company's restaurant or anything else.
"The secretary, take that down immediately. Maria, you may continue." Says the CEO.
"I already did, sir." The secretary responds.

Maria calls on one of the staff in disappointment.
"Isla, you are not married yet and besides you signed up for this job why wouldn't you want to try out vaginal sex?” Maria asks directing a stern look at Isla.
"With due respect ma'am, I'd love to keep my virginity for my future husband, I don't want to..."

"Isla! Your excuse is below reasonable." The CEO roars angrily from the podium interrupting her. Standing to his feet, he snaps at Isla in the most demeaning manner.

"You are fired! Gather your belongings and by next year be sure to stay off this premises." His dark glasses hide his actual facial expression.
Isla tries to plead. "Sir I'm truly..."

"Better you shut your trap!" He holds up his right hand, and whenever he does that, he means for any mother fucker to zip it!

After a series of discussions, the staff disperses giving room for Jasmine to sneak into Maria's office.
"Hey, you again?" Says Maria in surprise.

The eyes of a few staff waiting to talk to the director dart to the door where Jasmine is seen fanning herself with a hand fan and rubbing her baby bump.

Maria, looking at Jasmine contemptuously, with furrowed brows, as if to say her worth.
"I would have asked the securities to throw you out but for your pregnancy. What do you want?"

"Oh ma'am, please have compassion on me and my babies, the doctor said that I'm pregnant with quadruplets. I need money to care for my babies."

"I thought I already told you yesterday that your papers are not complete. Can you excuse us? You are not eligible to work with us." Maria says with a frown.
"Do you mind hearing me out first?"

Nearly everyone is shocked, Maria is second in command to the CEO and no one dares to speak to her face.
"Such insolence!" A certain staff mumbles from the sofa where he is seated.

"Let her speak, if she has nothing relevant to express then I will have her thrown out for being ill-mannered."
Maria says and sits back on her chair, her eyes returning to the company's magazine.

"Thank you." She bows in a curtsey. "I'm here to prove that I have the capacity to take up any available job in this company. I studied Catery Craft at high school, here's my certificate ma'am. Also, I see videos on the website, of men banging pregnant beauties. I'm not different, I can undergo a physical screening ma'am."

She exhales and lowers the paper in her hand.
"What I need for this job is not in the paper, it's right here."
She attempts to strip but she is restrained by Austin.

"Congratulations Jasmine, you are hired. Submit your details to the head of the sanitary department, you are going to work as a cleaner. The pay is five thousand bucks weekly." Maria readjusts herself and leans on her armed chair.

"Oops! A cleaner?"
"Yes, a cleaner in charge of the CEO's office, the day you fail in your duty, you will have a cross to bear because I know he will fire you before you can explain yourself," Maria warns her.

While Maria is still speaking, the door opens and Oscar steps out with a briefcase holding the doorknob. The second guard steps out of the office holding out a carton of folders.

"Leave immediately, the CEO must not find you here."
Jasmine disappears through the exit.

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Chapter 3

Jasmine

"Yes at Caravan Park" Hart said happily over the phone.
Hart, my boyfriend just spoke with me over the phone asking that I meet him at our favorite rendezvous.
Four days ago when I met him at his house, I stumbled on a pack inside his drawer.
Out of curiosity, I opened it and found a diamond ring inside of it.
"Jasmine, he wants to propose." Lilian, my step-sister said joyfully.
She was the only one in my family who cared about me. I've been through a lot of trauma after my mom passed, Mr. Smith took me to and fro hell.
However, it's a thing of happiness that she was listed amongst those who must spend two weeks away from home, a conference held for the most experienced staff at work.
"Oh my God, I'm blushing, we have been doing this for three years and I can't wait for it," I told Lilian.
"What will you wear? You need to look stunning you know." Lilian smiled.
"Yeah... But I don't have cute dresses, I think I will love to wear this one, it's my favorite."
I pulled out box of clothes to pick out my so-called best dress but Lilian snatched it from me and wrapped it up, she dumped it somewhere.
"Do you get paid each time you try to disgrace me?" Lilian asked teasingly and I chuckled.
"Yes, I'm starting to think you earn from it. Now come to my room let me find you a dress and a shoe."
I anxiously followed Lillian silently as I didn't want to get her upset.
In her room, there was a lot of furniture compared to mine, an empty room with just a wooden table almost destroyed by termites, a stupid box, and a bunk bed not forgetting a heap of useless shoes.
"Will you wear this one? It has a rope here," she pointed to the waist region. " You tie it right behind you and then there's a detachable rose flower, you just have to clip it at this point."
"This is beautiful."
"It is and here are my shoes, you are free to choose the one you will love to wear."
"The red suede shoes."
"Have it then. Hey, you are going to wear light makeup, come on, it's your happy day and you need to shine tonight."
I blushed and held my hand up to my face, I wonder why I did that.
The thought of being engaged to someone, the feeling of being married and tending to children was divine.
Here, I was being faced with marriage and family. Woah, I didn't plan for this but then, I was so eager to have it.
I watched as Lilian went about trying to put things in place for me so I could look more beautiful.
"Once it's 3 pm I want you to wake me up so I can prepare you for your date. There's food for you in the kitchen, I made dinner earlier today. Enjoy."
She left me.
I can't wait to leave Mr. Smith's house for her and start leaving with Hart, my sweetheart.
On her return from the conference, she would feel defeated and I can't wait to find that wicked witch in such condition; sad and jealous. Yeah, it will excite me.
Once I'm married, I looked forward to getting employed somewhere even if it's serving as a maid as I do not have papers to qualify me for a better job.
I lost track of time when the loud humming of a singer from a cd player broke my concentration, I realized I was almost late meeting with Hart.
"Lilian."
I began to call Lilian from my room as I headed to hers. She was still asleep, I tapped on her lap and she sprang to her feet.
"Wait for me in the dressing parlor." She said and I walked out in anxiety. I was thinking about how it will go with Hart out there.
Was he going to get on his knees? Or would he put the ring in my food or drink? Or will he leave it on my seat?
I watched several romantic proposals from video clips on my phone, from the cinema, news and some others I witnessed personally.
"Hey, smile don't give me that look. It should be your best day." Lilian teased. "Look up, a little, no not your eyes, raise your face up."
She instructed me noticing that I had become stiff and tensed.
I did. Lilian put some makeup on my face and when I stood before the mirror I smiled with great satisfaction.
"Thank you, Lilian, I owe you."
"It's a pleasure, my love."
I walked into the gown, it was a pretty gown. I slipped my feet into the shoe easily. Oh my fucking, it was not fitting well.
"It goes with the dress, you will have to manage it, Jasmine ." Lilian pleaded.
"How do I walk with this?"
"It's simple, be confident and don't slouch. People won't take their eyes down there if you don't give them reasons to."
It was so easy to say, it was only I who understood what I would be experiencing; Difficulty, not ease.
I watched Lilian rush into a gown, she ran lipstick over her lip, picked her tiny purse, wore perfume and equally poured a minimal quantity on my dress.
Sometimes she acted like a sister I never had.
"Up, up, up , shall we?" She snapped her fingers. "We're running late."
Within a few minutes, we arrived at Caravan but there was no sight of Hart.
We waited for almost forty minutes before my cell phone rang.
"I'm sorry Jasmine I'll be there soon, I got delayed by traffic." He said casually with a low voice.
I took a sigh of relief and bent backward leaning on the chair.
My eyes were busy scanning the park. Lilian brought me a glass of wine and left to meet with a friend still at the park.
Out of desperation, I left with my drink to wait on the walkway for Hart, so I could scare him out by jumping out of my hiding.
Everything was going well, until it was time to jump out.
"Haarrt!" I screamed and then, I bumped into a big man. My drink spilled on his coat, a coat I can't afford even if I had to sell everything I owned.
"Oops! I didn't mean to be this crazy..."
I call him 'big' because just after I did that shit, his bodyguards bundled me up, tied my hands to my back, and made me follow behind him like a common slave.
"Take her." He had said. My pleadings were void, I angered him. I couldn't see his face when I looked from behind for the mask he wore.
Instead of feeling pity for myself, for once, I felt a sense of relief having to follow a big man in the custody of his guards.
Everything happened so quickly as though it was acted out from a script.
He got seated at e VIP's lounge and beckoned on the men to take me to him.
"Are you insane?" He asked, my face was down, of course, I didn't dare to raise my shameful face at him so he doesn't recognize me if ever he would see me again.
Neither was I interested in knowing him, it would make no sense else it will make my knees even weaker each time I remember the experience.
His voice alone caused me to quiver, why would this be happening today?
I was starting to feel very hot encompassed by four hefty guys as though I stole their diamonds then I suddenly remembered that it was a command from their boss.
"Look up." He commanded me.
I did though slightly, I was glad that my curly hair covered a greater part of my face.
He abruptly pulled at his mask revealing his face. I watched him through my hair strands, gosh my legs wobbled at the thought of ravishing him perhaps not that, I just felt different. How different? I can't explain it in words.
That's not all, the big man had so much beauty that I could hardly look away from him, and surprisingly, he too was staring.
The only visible thing was my eyes, my face was covered with my hair as I was still smart enough to hide my shame by hanging my head althrough.
A young man, his angular face was smooth, his eyes slanted at the edge, he was like a gold figurine placed in a glass and reserved untainted for tourists where they would pay to have a look.
I found myself to be lucky as I had a look at him free of charge.
For a moment, we stole glances and I reluctantly blinked, making myself break off from the eye contact competition.
God! What was that? I asked myself noticing what I felt, well, this is not what I should be thinking about.
"Hey, I've been searching everywhere for you. Your would-be husband is here, he's been waiting for a while now."
The big man's eyes turned to Lilian with hate and I begged without words that she should just run away and never come back, I was ready to bear his wrath alone.
"Take her too." He said in an evil manner but the men hesitated. "I said, take her!" He raised his voice.

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Narrators standpoint

"You this piece of shit! What are you doing here?
And why did you bring in your filthy feet in here?" She was too impatient to wait for answers to the questions she asked after she had seen Richard at their door step that morning. She moved further and leaned on the door frame with her arms folded,she weighed him with her eyes.

"Leave!" She pointed to the gate. "Immediately! Do so before I hurt you!"

Richard drifted three feet back and began to plead. He was begging and explaining when Davis Moore disappeared and reappeared in a few seconds with a gun in her hand.

"So will you leave in peace or rest in peace? Of course you would'nt rest in peace after I have blown your useless brains out." Richard turned around with his hands raised above his head.

"Alright... alright Davie easy..." He was moving towards the gate.

"You better stop turning behind else you'd be a corpse. There's a cemetery down the west and I've got fuel in my car." She followed behind him with the empty gun pointed to his head.

Mama Freda stepped down the stairs because of the noise made by her daughter. She hid the gun in her cardigan when she heard her footsteps.

"Davie is something wrong?" She walked towards her scanning the room in the process.

"Oh nothing. Sorry I brothered you."

"What's going on here?"

"I had a phone call from the office."

"Richard was here, I can smell his scent."

"That's right!" She started climbing the stairs in a bid to end the conversation. But her mother called her back,she wore her headphones and kept climbing.

When she'd entered her room,she took out the painting on the wall,three pairs of jean trousers,a silvery wrist watch and necklaces,a jacket and a gown. She made sure she cleansed her room of all that Richard had purchased,then after she'd burnt them she buried the ashes outside the compound.

At eve while at her study table,she heard the horn of a car,she tilted her head and wow...she got a new car? She wondered when Melanie must have got herself a new car. She hurried down the stairs to meet them.

Her two year little girl started smiling at Davis Moore as she stood before the car waving happily. Here's the boundary,she made an invisible line on the ground with her leg, the walk way was decorated with kerb stones. After Melanie stepped out they spent some moments hugging each other for a while.

At night after she'd set the table for dinner. She went ahead to invite her mother and afterwards,she went to Melanie's room,a room Pa. Moore personally choosed for her sister. As she approached, Melanie could tell it's Davis Moore from the dull sounds her flip-flop made on the marble floor, so she stretched forward immediately and grabbed her baby's doll and hid It under the duvet.
And she cried. Davis Moore hasten her steps to know what could make Estella cry in such a manner as she did.

"What's wrong with her?" She stood close to the door. The little girl babbled and pointed to the duvet.

"She should be hungry." She lied, Estella on their way had eaten all the snacks bought by her mother.

"Dinner is served downstairs, I came to invite you to the table. It's your favorite" She smiled at Estella but suddenly sighed and left with a bemused countenance.

"Davie! Hello..." Melanie had moved to the door already,she pondered over why she acted that way. After she'd turned around,she saw Estella combing the doll's hair. She sighed and scratched her eyebrows.

"You... Why did you take out that...?" She pointed at the doll.
Her niece wasn't to blamed for being multi phobic and maybe the things she hated had a psychological effect on her so she had resolved to apologize to her niece. Little Estella didn't know the effect she'd created with her play tool,she was busy playing, smiling and talking to herself.

At the table after Melanie apologized to Davis Moore,she decided to tell them about the nightmare she had a night ago.

Mama Freda watched them as someone who was flummoxed. She said nothing,she just got up and wished them a good night.

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"I'm Andrew the guy you refused to talk with in Uyo."
That was the first thing he said after he stepped on my way.
This afternoon as soon as I stepped out of Day Spring Supermarket, I laid the chicken indomie carton on my head and started walking down the road in search of a keke rider. A certain stranger whistled behind me and when I tuned around he pointed to a picture on his phone.
"This is your picture. Can you remember when you came to Pergusus lounge for Toria's birthday?"
My hand was on my chest, I looked up at him unblinking with surprise I think I was shivering too. Yes, he was a really tall guy.
"I don't know you." I said taking few steps backward as I brought down the carton from my head and clasped it to my side with my right arm while my left hand clutched on my purse. I was actually prepared to run if I had to.
"Don't be cared please it's just a picture I took because I like you and wanted a time away with but you seem to have been so busy with a lot of things ."
"Ohh.." I gasped. I was near death. A picture of me? On his phone? I muttered under my breath Phew.�
"Please can you make a more better explanation? I don't remember you." I tried to be brave, my eyes rambling the ground.
"The guy who who gave you a seat?" He responded with a question.
"Oh oh yay so it was you? I never noticed that .. I'm so sorry."
"It's alright, come over here I can drop you off." He moved sideways towards a toyota camry. "Here's my car."
"What? No no no please my children are at home and are very hungry in no time my husband will be calling me on the phone. I need to go now." I lied, I had to.�
"You are married?" He popped out his eyes in fact his eyes were almost falling out from their sockets.
"I am." I said with a firm look avoiding a smile.
"Oh it's okay sorry ." He started to leave. "I'm very sorry." He said yet again and turned away finally, he didn't look back.

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Chapter 1

Her Fantasy
Delilah

One could begin by telling the story of a fulfilled life after birth and the triumphs accumulated.
One could even begin with the dark ordeals, capturing the bittersweet experiences of life like I would be doing now.

I, Delilah, loved to lie in an open field on a mat inter-woven with fine stretchy strips of foam rubber and wool most evenings.

Watched the birds fly from one tree to the other, building their nest with straws, and others tending to their little birdie.
I would giggle and smile. Yes, I was starting to lose my mind.

Something was wrong with me and I was resolved to have my sanity back.
Well, l started changing at the age of twenty after I lost my father.
I kinew about that but it was one of the shits about myself that I could not amend.

Virtually two years ago at the Gold Coast Private Hospital, that turbulent moment when I was jolting between life and death.
My father, a former District Attorney in the Broken Hill local court was right beside the bed where I was laid.

His eyes were filled with concern and fear but to strengthen me, he wore a jovial countenance desiring to make me smile.
'Dearest Lilah' He began, planting kisses on the back of my palm, and giving me his usual assuring smile accompanied by a nod. 'I know you will make it because you are a powerful woman, and don't you forget that I love you so much'

These were the last words I heard from my father before I was wheeled into the theatre.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I was told that my father was no more. I slumped out of shock and when I recuperated, I was never the same again.

Some folks said I was weird and I take that, while others considered my 'choosy' attitude as a personal preference, and some others concluded that I was being pretentious but I didn't give a damn about them.

I became multi-phobic. Doctors could not determine what could have led to my sudden change of behavior even mom as a doctor reckoned that it was natural.

I was different, even Dorothy my little sister would ask mom secretly. " Mom why is big sister a weirdo?"
When I was starting to put up a different character I caught her a few times whispering behind mom's ears,
Mom never had an answer for her though so she would give me a shooting stare and walk away.

I always made sure that there was nothing like dolls or any human-shaped molten image at home and most of my room furniture had only blue or pink, my favorite.

I detested the sound of a moving vehicle, so in that case, I usually wore my headphones whenever I was alone at home since our house was situated in a busy part of town and abuts the road.

My mother worked as a medical doctor in the hospital, she was a daring workaholic.
She had to make daily provisions of food amongst others for her children because her husband had disappeared.

Our house was a three-story building that was initially painted red but was replaced with blue paint at my request after persistent persuasion.
It had a sunshade opposite the garage and low grasses decorated the exterior surfaces of the house.

I grew rose flowers in the window boxes and around the house as well because of their scent, it always gave me the feeling of being in utopia.
The balcony on our second floor had flower vases at its four corners and a reading table was placed beside the window, that was where I attended to pending tasks from the office, and later on, I started using that as an excuse to steal glances at the new handsome neighbor who possessively swept me off my feet.
I occupied the office of a Senior Editor in Howells Publishers.

My short curly hair was usually let loose over my face except on weekdays when I was at work.
I detested many things and would not even have a look at them with my eyes. I hated the colors orange and red. I didn't love to wear heels or suits, I hated to appear formal but I was never under-dressed for once.

I hated jam on bread but preferred to use fried fish. I didn't use to throw my hands back and forth while walking as others do, and I never forgot to look back occasionally as I was being conscious so I would not fall into the same hands of those who might have abducted my father.
Mom always said to me "Lilah my love, your father disappeared after he was asked to donate his blood for you when you were dying and now he's likely married to another woman."

Then she pulled down her dark glasses with her forefinger. "Or am I no longer pretty? But Lilah I'm only 42."
Mom spoke to me but her eyes were on Sir Valentine's magnificent portrait hung on the wall. Mom talked to herself more often than she did with others.

I started to be crazy when a new male neighbor started leaving in The Macdonalds, the enormous building rightly opposite ours.
The house had large glassy windows around it and a healthy gigantic bingo which was always waiting at the gate to growl and frighten robbers.

When Dorothy told me about a man packing into The Macdonalds newly I waved it aside thinking it was an everyday man but no, I started tripping when my eyes met this new neighbor. My heart was beating in my chest, I felt it but it was uncontrollable.

You know that feeling when you got a crush on someone and you just need to capture his heart immediately so he would also feel the same way?

Yes! That feeling.
But why was I doing that?
I was choiceless, that was my kind of dream man.
I found it difficult to look away from him when from my window I peeked at him stepping out for workouts every morning.

My eyes did follow him from his room down to the stairs and to his car which had tinted glasses till he was completely gone.
Bleep! What else was he looking for?
I mean he already had that alluring masculine structure. The first time I had my eyes on him was on a certain evening.

Mom had angered me, so I stormed into my room wanting to be left alone.
I was drunk from attending a party my boss arranged for his most hardworking staff and fortunately though surprising, my name appeared on his list.
I staggered to the door of my room to shut it lest mom came bashing into my ears for being drunk.

All I could remember was that I was over-excited. I felt I was in another world, a never-never land I didn't want to come back from.
But on the contrary, my hallucinations vanished the instant I went to my bed and saw him from my window.

I paused for a while and slowly, I pulled the window glasses to the left and took out the awnings, I watched as he fiddled on his guitar.
All I saw was perfection, his eyes were closed as he nodded his head to the rhythm of the music but when he opened them I saw flames.
Was that a flame? Yes, flames because they burned me. I noticed that even when we never really had eye contact.

I stood there and watched for a while. He didn't notice me nor was he looking in my direction but I felt so.
Oh, such an effect!
That was the first time I saw a man so handsome and with such splendor since I started reading about them in tales.

I'd never fallen for a man nor had a relationship in the past. I could not find someone who could take hold of my heart, my emotions, the entirety of me like this new neighbor did.

His long dreadlocks flowed down to the floor and he tied a ribbon over it.
I was already in awe as I wondered about how well he was crafted out of the earth.
His very dark brows, and pointed chin, in summary, he had a chiseled good look.

From my window, I would be there staring unblinkingly, smudging my tits. I imagined how I would feel if he were mine or if he came a little closer to me so that I smell his scent.
Have I told you about his smile? While he fiddled, he lifted his face and smiled. Even in the state of alcohol I knew I was beholding something divine. His smile was the best I had ever seen.

He had a nice dentition, his beards were well trimmed and he was shirtless. Now he was a temptation!
So every evening before I go to bed I had a romantic movie to watch because his windows were always left open for my hungry eyes.

That was when I suddenly started to get on the brink, asking google amusing and silly questions on how to snatch a man from his partner, how to subdue a man's heart, and all of that.
I wonder why I felt he had a relationship going on but anyone would think so too because he was too cute to be single.
Incessantly after some days, I started to see women trooping in through his gate daily.

Different women, cuter than me I speculate. And after they'd ascended the outer stairs, my eyes would be waiting for them in his room and after a while, his door would open and he would stand to embrace them.

Was he really a casanova or was he doing that because he was as single as I was? Though I never really saw them making out, I knew they had something mutual, something they revered.
That should not have been my business anyway but certainly, I knew I would let him devour me if ever he would notice the window lady.
I needed someone who would take me to the skies, the planets too. I had fantasies! I wonder why I was still a virgin at twenty-three.

That unfulfilled desire, wanting to explore, to expand my horizons, to learn about s3x and the different styles because I was already tired of only watching video clips on my cellphone.
But I knew if I would ever change my mind, surely it would be with this new fascinating neighbor.

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Delilah Valentine is a young virgin falling in love for the first time but her so-called new lover turns out to be a seasoned assassin on a mission, he is named Gerald Malcolm.

She is head over heels in love with her charismatic new neighbor, the assassin. Mr. Allan, her boss, who is irrevocably in love with her is out with strategies to make Delilah his at all costs.

Gerald is being sent by Hon. Howard to kill the newly appointed Minister for Justice or kiss his pregnant wife goodbye.

Soon, Delilah will uncover the truth about her father's death and taste weather love can heal a wounded heart.

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