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"So please tell us, sir. What is your greatest weakness?"
"Losing my wife", he grinned.

The hostess smiled, "Aww, that's beautiful. What will you say is your greatest strength?"
"Having my wife".

"Okay sir, last question... How would you describe your wife?" 
His lips grew into a devious grin, uncontrollably holding the hand of his heart's desire.

"The best dream no man but me deserves".

The entire audience clapped in adoration. Delia smiled, glancing at her husband then back at the interviewer.

The hostess then asked, "And sir, bonus question, how would you describe your marriage?"
"A condom". 

Delia, his wife, then chipped in, "A paranormal one, at that". 
"One that none of us can escape, unless we go boom!" He smiled.


• • •

The son of a powerful western empire, Dilen Liam, has to prove his innocence against false racial accusations by dating a dark skinned girl; all to save his family's name and businesses.

Unfortunately, things go beyond haywire when he gets intertwined with Delia Alan Ada, a Nigerian girl cursed yet gifted with the supernatural ability to see the future and speak to the unseen.

Their attraction grows stronger and deeper beyond race and ethnicity, enclosing them in a paranormal condom-like romance.

But all cards are played when their faith and love are put to the test — against powerful diabolic forces beyond their worlds had ever imagined.

Romance. Paranormal. Horror. Urban. Politics. BWWM. Demons. Conspiracy. African. Nigerian. American. Cult. Power couple.

Nerd In A Paranormal Condom

Song Recommendation: Dancing with your ghost by Sasha Sloan

Damien instantly stopped, loosening his grip on her thighs. Delia shut her legs, hidings her between from his display.

He slowly rose his head, still staring down at her thighs—not ready to look at her face.

He heard her sob, rubbing her close thighs together in embarrassment.

She began pulling the cuffs, sobbing loudly. "I want a divorce. Please", her voice cracked. She was crying.

"I'll do anything. Anything. I won't be with anyone else, I won't tell anyone anything, I don't even want a single dime from you. I just– I just want to go home. Please, Damien", she struggled again lightly, falling her back hopelessly in the bed.

Damien felt a sword go through his entire ribcage and slice it open. He then looked up, staring numbly at her face, as she shut her eyes and she cried, not wanting to look at him.

He bit his lip, turning to the floor and thought for a few moments.

Chapter 130 Divorce Me Please