Melvin slowly slid off the car, his heart weighed down by the unsettling scene he had just witnessed. He wandered into the house, his mind in a whirlwind of questions. Why had Naira chosen to go with someone else? Where was her usual driver? Even if he wasn't available, couldn't she have waited for him? These thoughts gnawed at him, a feeling of betrayal closing in.As he entered the house, a cloud of thoughts enveloped him, and he was oblivious to everything else. He had just received the most significant news of his life today, regaining his lost wealth. But the jubilation that should have accompanied this momentous occasion had dimmed. It was as if nothing else mattered except the fact that Naira was not by his side.Suddenly, a sharp voice shattered the fragile cocoon of his thoughts. "Where have you been, lazyass?" The voice belonged to Mrs. Edward, who stood in the main doorway, fixing him with a peculiar gaze.Melvin's face already bore the weariness of witnessing Naira's depar

"Naira, you know I'm just a ping away, whenever your lousy husband and irresponsible driver betray you. You can hit me up!" Jess quipped with a sly grin, his eyes shifting to Melvin, who had silently approached Naira. Tension simmered in the room as Jess slowly rose from his chair, his comment deliberately designed to provoke a reaction from Melvin.Melvin's face flushed with anger, but he managed to summon a strained smile. "Huh, I'll see you in private," he muttered through gritted teeth.Naira, ever the diplomat, diffused the situation with a courteous response. "Sure. See ya," she replied, the tension in the room now thick as molasses. Her mother, a master of social grace, chimed in, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. "Yeah, Naira will definitely ping you," she giggled in her typical manner, though her eyes conveyed an underlying message.Melvin shot Naira's mother a stern gaze, his disappointment apparent on his face. It was clear that the rivalry between Jess and Melvin was f

Her gaze followed the contours of his neck, tracing the rhythmic rise and fall as he swallowed nervously. His lips, tantalizingly parted, beckoned her in closer.Naira, pressed against the wall, quivered like a leaf swaying on a precarious branch, trembling at the mere caress of the faintest breeze. "Stop, Melvin," she managed to whisper, her voice a fragile thread of resistance.Melvin's response was a shushing gesture, a single finger pressed gently against her quivering lips. Yet, it was the smoldering intensity in his eyes that silenced her more effectively than any words ever could.Drawing closer, he bridged the chasm of empty space that had separated them. The room itself seemed to pulse with the palpable waves of pleasure, akin to a vast sea surging with desires and the ever-mounting tension of an unquenched, fiery passion."You've always been one to ride the impatient broom," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur. A glint of mischief danced in the small gap between them,

Naira's emotions flared into an intense, burning rage at the sound of Melvin's words. How dare he misbehave regarding her mother? The anger surged within her, causing her chest to heave as he loomed over her, his touch sending shivers of revulsion through her.For as long as Naira could remember, she had maintained a strict boundary, never allowing Melvin to breach the walls she had erected around her. He had never dared to come closer, always respecting her distance. What had emboldened him today, she wondered? She resolved to uncover the source of his newfound courage, but for now, the immediate task at hand was to wrestle him off.Melvin's voice quivered as he admitted, "Your mom, I don't like her." His words were tinged with an unexpected emotional vulnerability, a torrent of memories flooding his mind – recollections of the times he had been belittled by his mother-in-law. Unconsciously, he continued to twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers.In that unguarded moment, Mel

Melvind found himself locked in a silent exchange with her, attempting to decipher the cryptic message hidden within her words. He furrowed his brow, his mind racing as he grappled with the meaning behind her directive."Get out of the car," she repeated, her voice unwavering as she gestured towards a stack of files reclining casually on the backseat, almost as if they were sharing a secret. Her eyes, unyielding and determined, bore into his, leaving him to question the gravity of the task at hand.His gaze shifted from the tantalizing mystery of the files to her unwavering countenance. It was a poker face, a visage that betrayed no inkling of jest. There was no room for doubt. "What are you staring at?" she snapped, her tone commanding, like a seasoned captain of industry. "I don't have time. Do it quickly."Without uttering a single word, Melvind turned the car's key, sending the engine into slumber, and exited the vehicle. The world outside was shrouded in a sense of urgency, as i