Episode 6 – A Night of Confessions
"Elo, Miss."
I heard a voice behind me.
Turning around, I found myself staring at a face I didn't recognize.
"Si je peux être utile?"
I blinked in confusion.
The man noticed my puzzled look and chuckled.
"I was asking if I might be of help," he clarified in perfect English.
"Oh… no, I'm fine," I replied politely.
"Okay then. I'm Sacha—Sacha Wells," he said, smiling as he extended his hand.
Before I could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.
"Well, it's great you've met my assistant," Shola said as he approached us.
His presence was commanding, his expression unreadable.
"Petal, meet the chairman of Wells Oil & Gas."
I quickly extended my hand.
"It's a pleasure meeting you, sir."
"The pleasure is mine," Sacha said, shaking my hand before bringing it to his lips.
"Wow, I must say, you are the most beautiful and adorable lady I have met tonight."
I blushed as he kissed my hand gently.
Before I could react, my hand was suddenly yanked away.
I turned to Shola, surprised. His jaw was clenched, and his piercing gaze could have set fire to the entire room.
He looked… furious.
What is wrong with him?
Without saying much, he took my hand in his and continued the conversation—ignoring my confusion. I merely nodded and smiled at intervals, not daring to say anything.
He kept the discussion short, wrapping things up quickly before saying goodnight to the others. Then, without warning, he firmly held my wrist and guided me out of the party.
I didn't resist.
I didn't question him.
I just followed.
A Moment of Truth
We reached the resort, and he pulled out his key card, unlocking the door to his room.
I barely had time to process what was happening before he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut.
The loud thud made me jump.
I turned to face him, and the intensity in his eyes made my breath hitch.
His gaze was heated, unwavering—like he was about to devour me whole.
A strange mix of fear and anticipation rushed through me.
"Ayo… you make me weak."
His voice was hoarse, filled with raw emotion.
"You affect me like no one else ever has."
He stepped closer, closing the space between us.
"Ayo, I get jealous of you."
My heart pounded.
"I want you."
I swallowed hard.
"I want you as my woman. I can't bear to see other men touching you or looking at you like they might have a chance. It drives me nuts."
My mind was spinning.
"No, sir! I can't—" I stammered, pulling my hands away.
"Ayo, I know you feel the same way."
"I don't! I don't even like you! What are you talking ab—"
Before I could finish, his lips crashed against mine.
I gasped, my hands instinctively pushing against his chest.
But the more I resisted, the deeper he kissed me.
And suddenly… I stopped fighting.
My body betrayed me.
Instead of pushing him away, I found myself pulling him closer.
The kiss was demanding, urgent—stealing every ounce of resistance I had left.
We finally pulled apart, breathless.
Shola rested his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply.
I could feel his heartbeat racing against mine.
And in that moment, I knew I was already lost.
"Just say yes, please," he whispered.
I was in another world, floating in the warmth of his presence.
Before I could respond, his lips found mine again.
And this time, I didn't hesitate.
I melted into him, my knees growing weak.
He caught me effortlessly, holding me close.
He smiled against my lips.
"I'll take that as a yes, then."