NightengaleBen

The Man With The Dashing Back is a touching romance story about love, friendship, deception, and the pain of hidden truths. Stella is a hardworking woman determined to build her future. She had hoped to find a job to support Peter, the man she had always known as a humble provision store owner. But when she unexpectedly becomes his personal secretary at Mars Corporation, she is stunned to discover that Peter is not who she thought he was. He is, in fact, the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in Abuja.
As Stella learns the truth, she feels hurt, angry, and confused by her strong feelings for Peter. Did he hide his wealth to test her love, or was he just trying to protect her? Peter truly loves Stella, but his lies might have made him lose her forever. Now, he’s ready to do whatever it takes to win her back, but will she ever forgive him for breaking her trust?
In The Man With The Dashing Back, enjoy a story filled with passion, heartache, and the complexity of love, where trust and forgiveness are put to the ultimate test. Will Stella give Peter a second chance, or has their love already been lost? Find out in this captivating tale of love.

The Man With The Dashing Back by Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu

After their bath, Peter gently wrapped Stella in a towel, drying her off with tender care. Taking her hand, he led her into his walk-in wardrobe, where her eyes widened at the sight. Clothes in her exact size filled the shelves and racks, each item neatly arranged as if it had always been there.

She waved at the robots in the room, and they waved back at her. Turning to Peter with a mix of surprise and delight, she raised an eyebrow. 'Peter… when did you…?'

He smiled softly. 'This morning. If you're going to be with me, I wanted you to have everything you need.'

Understanding his intentions and the thoughtfulness behind them, she felt a rush of affection. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close for a deep, lingering kiss. Lost in the moment, they forgot about their unfinished dressing, and soon his body responded, making her giggle softly when she felt him press against her. With a playful look, she released herself, picked out a silky nightdress, and slipped into it.

'Now,' she said with a grin, grabbing a pair of pyjamas from the shelf, 'let me help you with these.'

Peter chuckled, letting her guide him as she slipped his arms into the pyjama top, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through them both. He gazed at her with warmth and a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as she buttoned the top with gentle concentration.

When she finished, he pulled her close again, his hands resting on her waist. 'I could get used to this,' he whispered, his voice low and sincere. 'Coming home to you, having you here with me… it's all I want.'

Stella looked up at him, her eyes soft. 'I never thought I'd feel this at home anywhere else, but with you… everything feels right.'

They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, savouring the quiet moment. Finally, Peter lifted her up, carrying her over to the bed, and they settled down together, lying close. As they lay side by side, he brushed a stray hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

'Good night, Stella,' he murmured, his voice a soothing lullaby.

'Good night, Peter,' she replied softly, feeling utterly content. In his arms, she knew she was exactly where she belonged.

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