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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 096 Too Good To Be True - 2

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Delia gingerly stretched her limbs, pushing herself up from her bed. She glanced around her room, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight. She glanced at the clock.

"Noon!!? Jesus! Am I okay!?" She wiped her eyes, slowly pushing herself off the bed. Landing her feet on the floor, she supported her heavy head.

"How did I get on the bed sef? Where's Dilen?" She got up, stretching her lips out as she walked sneerly to the door. She walked out of her room and straight to Dilen's.

Yawning loudly, she pushed the door without knocking.

She continued to yawn, "Guy, why didn't you wake me—" Her eyes almost left her socket to the scene in front of her.

Dilen stood at his study desk—with his pants down—having his head arched back and his fist in the red hair of the woman on her knees mouthing between his legs. He continued to sigh in pleasure as she thrusted the woman's head back and forth.