After that stormy night, everything changed.
We still acted normal in front of the staff and when my father called. But behind closed doors, we were greedy. Quick kisses in the kitchen when no one was looking. His hand sliding up my skirt in the back of the car, fingers teasing me until I was biting my lip to stay quiet. In the elevator of the shopping mall, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me so deep I almost came from that alone.
Rufus became more possessive. In public, his hand on my lower back felt heavier now. Like he was marking me as his. His eyes followed me everywhere, dark and hungry.
One weekend, my father left for Abuja. The whole mansion was ours. No staff staying overnight. Just me and Rufus.
Saturday night was hot and still. No rain this time. I told him I wanted
