Again chapter 20 V I break into a sprint, running from room to room. My heart clenches in fear. My pulse spikes.

My body has memorized his touch, his kisses. He signed them into my skin.

I was celibate for two years.

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Nneoma’s pov

My feet slide across the cold tiles.

I break into a sprint, running from room to room. My heart clenches in fear. My pulse spikes.

The person I am running from is dark in an inhumane way. I can’t seem to place the person as human.

When the human captures me, its form is void of emotion stabbing me in bits.

I can feel the dig of the sharp metal across my cheekbones, my body resigning in fear. I sense a hint of familiarity, yet I can’t place their face.

My shoulders sag in defeat.

I jolt awake with force.

My breaths are ragged, as though I ran a marathon physically while I stayed still on my bed. Sweat glides across my skin.

It takes me minutes to bring my breathing back to normal. Slowly, I take in my surroundings.

I am still with my girls. I can’t find the strength to stand. Instead, I lay there like a weakling, praying.

Nightmares are back. They constantly plague me like an August visitor. They come when my senses are low when I let my guard down by not praying or reading scriptures.

Sleep feels so foreign. I force my eyes open.

Sigh.This is going to be a long night.

I mostly sleep lighter when Wale is by my side. That in itself is dangerous. I love Wale, but I get scared… humans are fickle.

Speaking of which I should sneak into his room. With all the events happening, we haven’t had much time alone.

While still deep in thought, I sense someone kissing my inner thighs.

Up.

I already know who it is. My body has memorized his touch, his kisses. He signed them into my skin.

He kisses me until he reaches the crane of my neck and rests his head there.

I silently soothe him, gently on his back. I have missed him.

I was celibate for two years. I almost fainted from human touch. Every guy turned me on even interactions, even just seeing them in passing.

I hated those dates I was shipped to by force.

I dared not act on it. It was so hard to keep my cool and not give in.

I couldn’t bring myself to trust any guy. I wasn’t looking to hurt myself again, like I had done with Diadem.

I couldn’t tell if I wanted to keep what happened between us alive… or if I just couldn’t allow anyone else to touch me after him.

I shove those thoughts aside.

Wale’s breath sends shivers down my spine.

Nightmares again?he asks.

I nod.

He slowly carries me in bridal style to his room. The air feels chilly. Despite the white short-sleeve silk robe and the shorter, slim-strapped one I wear with nothing underneath I am still frozen from my nightmare.

Wale’s pov

I raced to the room Nneoma is staying in with her girlies.

Loneliness drove me. There was this sense of longing I had for her. My bed felt so empty without her.

I can’t imagine what Chuwkudera goes through every day losing his partner. A deeper grief fills my chest.

I cradle Nneoma closer. The dark circles under her eyes become obvious as I look at her. She’s trying and failing to stay awake.

I gently peck her head.

Good night, love. I’m here now, I whisper.

I wish I could fight those demons for her. But it’s been like this for a while. It comes and goes sometimes weeks, sometimes months.

Sigh. I’ll just pray for her.

I feel helpless again. I leave a trail of kisses all over. I don’t know if there is a cure for this.

But I wouldn’t mind holding her forever. She looks so fragile like this.

It doesn’t take long before I catch myself falling asleep with her in my arms.

Nneoma’s pov

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Yagi pounds the door without patience.

Me and Wale jolt awake.

I’m coming! I scream in frustration.

She smirks. Did I interrupt an orgasm?

Thankfully, Wale is still frozen on his bed.

She tells me we’re running late. Half awake, I’m shoved to rush and bathe.

I wore an off-shoulder corseted dress. Pink beading up top, giving a magenta vibe.

The downside of the dress is light pink, beautifully laced with touches of magenta. The stylist puts a tiny silver neckpiece on me.

My inchafu (head tie, like gele) is perfectly tied.

Makeup is light too much was already going on with the dress. Gold eyeliner like Ayra Starr’s signature look. Brown and pink lipstick.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My makeup artist really outdid herself. I’ll triple her payment.

I love my outfit.

Silver Louboutins with diamonds in the front the ones with the red soles at the back.

My girls wore similar dresses. They hyped me up so much.

The nightmares were a ghost of yesterday.

We take pictures. We shoot videos. Mid-laughter, my phone pings at the same time as Valerie’s.

A message flashes across the screen:

Production code on fire. Apparently someone pushed the wrong thing to production. I can bet my whole salary on the culprits.

Me and Valerie look at each other. We don’t respond. Not now.

Diadem Kenechuwku Obi! I scream.

Barbie’s pov

I needed more action.

Imagine my joy when Wale was kissing her from her thighs up only to stop when he saw her frozen.

Nightmares can be a bitch. I wish our girl a sound sleep.

And Diadem… too quiet for my liking. Finally, he broke his silence!

We’re going to have a long day ahead.

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