Sugar Daddy Duties

Miss Rose seethed with anger, her words carrying the weight of frustration. "Yes! The company's façade may boast a valuation of 900 million naira, but we're all aware it's nothing more than smoke and mirrors, hinging on the value of this building. They expect me to either sell it off or part with half a billion."

J Cole, a silent observer of the unfolding drama, couldn't bear to witness the unraveling of Miss Rose, the once regal and unshakable goddess. She was now adrift in a turbulent sea of emotions, her spirit inching closer to a cliff's edge, one step away from plunging into a deep abyss of despair, all because of the relentless pursuit of those coveted green notes.

Miss Rose's agitation reached a fever pitch, and in her desperation, she began a tumultuous inner dialogue. "A mere 80 million is all I've saved," she muttered, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Should I swallow my pride and call my father? But that would be a heavy burden for him to bear. My brothers... they'd undoubtedly report my failure to Father. I can't confide in my friends either; they'd surely distance themselves from me. How can people be so blind to reason? This is our golden opportunity to salvage the sinking ship, yet those myopic, middle-aged executives are hell-bent on liquidation! I'd rather bear the crushing weight of disappointment and summon the courage to ask my father for help, even if it means wearing the badge of disgrace for a lifetime."J Cole's heart ached as he watched the storm of emotions torment Miss Rose. With unwavering determination, he closed the distance between them and enveloped her in a warm, comforting embrace. Miss Rose clung to him as though he were her lifeline, her tears a deluge of unspoken anguish and vulnerability.

J Cole's heart ached as he watched the storm of emotions torment Miss Rose. With unwavering determination, he closed the distance between them and enveloped her in a warm, comforting embrace. Miss Rose clung to him as though he were her lifeline, her tears a deluge of unspoken anguish and vulnerability.

J Cole's whispered assurance, "As long as I am alive, you will never know shame," sent a shiver through Miss Rose, her body quivering in his comforting embrace. His words were an anchor in the storm of her emotions.

Jcole didn't pause his words but continued.. "How much is it again? Whatever it is, I'll let you clean your tears with my currency" !!

And that single statement made her heart tremble so much that it hurt, she softly punched Jcole and looked up to him with a tear stained face, "you've already seen me at my worst, there's no need to act cool now". Miss Rose said.

J Cole's eyes bore into hers with an intensity that melted her defenses. "If you could just believe, let go of everything you think you know about me, and simply believe," he murmured. His magnetic voice held her spellbound, and with a racing heart, Miss Rose watched as J Cole leaned in, capturing her lips in a moment that transcended words, a kiss that carried the promise of unwavering support and a connection deeper than any challenge they faced.

Moments ago they were venting with heated words, their voices a battlefield of frustrations and pent-up emotions. but now their tongues became more active, battling in each other's mouth. It was as if they've wanted each other for a long time, and a torrent of desire flooded their senses. J Cole's hands moved with purpose, tracing the contours of Miss Rose's body. Miss Rose felt like her heart would explode anytime soon as their light kiss deepened into a French kiss. It had been so damn long since she felt a lips on hers and a hand exploring her body, she liked every touch and caress, but unlike other ladies her business became her first love after Nelson's passing, so she reluctantly pulled back from their passionate kiss.

Her chest heaving with a mixture of longing and inner turmoil. Her business had been her refuge, her solace, ever since she lost her husband, and she couldn't let herself be consumed by this newfound desire.

J Cole, however, was intoxicated by the moment, and he followed her lips like a man possessed, seeking the warmth and connection he had yearned for. Miss Rose knew she was tempted, but she couldn't give in just yet. With gentle determination, she blocked his advance, her eyes filled with an irresistible mix of desire and restraint.

'J Cole,' she managed to whisper, her voice quivering, 'can we talk about the shares now?' A perfect distraction, she thought.

'Oh, about that,' J Cole replied, his voice husky and filled with an unwavering determination, 'why don't you call their lawyers and the company's lawyer too, because I'll be buying them today.'

His words hung in the air, heavy with the promise of a transaction that could change everything, and the unspoken desire that still simmered between them."

Miss Rose's confusion was evident in her furrowed brows and a perplexed look in her eyes. "We're talking about 500 million naira here," she said, still trying to wrap her head around the magnitude of the deal. However, she couldn't deny the seriousness in J Cole's gaze, and after a stern moment of consideration, she decided to trust his words. With a resolute nod, she picked up her phone and made the necessary calls.

Within the span of three to five hours, the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. Two middle-aged men, accompanied by their teams of lawyers, emerged from the negotiations with radiant smiles on their faces. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and the tension that had filled the room had dissipated. They exchanged relieved glances, silently acknowledging the success of their negotiations.

"I wonder who got our share?" the white-haired man mused, still somewhat dazed by the sudden turn of events.

Joel, the pot-bellied man, chuckled heartily. "It doesn't matter," he replied, his jovial tone carrying a hint of relief. "Your next question should be, 'What's next?' I don't know what you have in mind, but as for me, I will be leaving this God-forsaken country."