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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

Delia sat boredly in the car, staring through the car window as she supported her chin with the back of her palm.

The car door beside her pulled open.

Without turning around, her mind didn't waste time to recognize who it was just from the scent of his strong cologne.

Damien sat next to her, pulling the door shut before turning in her direction. He stretched out for her shoulder. "Del-"

She shrugged his hand off, refusing to spare him a gaze.

She narrowed her eyes through her veil, watching the opposite side of the road keenly.

Damien sighed once more, "Del, I'm sorry-"

"You know you just literally kicked me out like some office secretary fling, right!?" She finally turned to face him.

He scratched the back of his head. "I know... And that was my intension, I'm sorry. I just..."

"What was so serious and confidential that you couldn't let me stay in the meeting with Alice, huh?"

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