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Nerd In A Paranormal Condom

"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.

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Chapter 114 Sleep With Me Not

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Delia laid on her bed silently, meditating deep in her subconscious when she heard the door slowly creaked open.

Heavily pulling her eyes open, she sighted the standing by the bed.

She widened her eyes. Damien stood by the side not too far from the dressing table.

"Hey, honey", he smirked at her.

Delia hissed, "What are you doing here?"

"Where?" He pulled off his suit's jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Here. My room".

"What makes this your room?" He tossed his shirt to the dressing chair, unbuckling his belt.

"How I wan take know that one? (How am I suppose to know that?) You locked me here!"

"Well, suprise, love, this is our room", he pulled down his pants, standing only in his boxers. Delia immediately tore her eyes from his tight boxers, not wanting to see his outline.

"I'm not sharing a room with you!"