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Seducing Miss Perfect

One story, Two female leads. Kathleen Okorie, a very hard-working yet churchy and judgemental young lady, finds herself working for a new boss who is way younger and far more attractive than her former boss who happens to be his father. What happens when his eight years old daughter decides that Kathleen is the mother she wants? Kimberly Abamba a very immoral and promiscuous young lady from an influential family is given an ultimatum from her father to bring a husband home, or be disowned. How does she find the right man for the job? What price is she going to pay to keep this man? (PS, Cover photo isn't mine.)

Naijabooks · 现代言情
分數不夠
304 Chs

If You Say So.

"You don't have to leave yet, you know?" Kimberly asked with a pout when Pete stood up to dress up.

Pete sighed without turning to look at her. They had been having sex non-stop since they arrived at her house the previous night around eleven PM, and it was almost six in the morning already. There was only so much that a man could take, or do as the case applies.

"Come on," Kimberly pleaded as she walked up to where he was stark naked, and embraced him from behind, nibbling on his ear lobes, one at a time.

"I need to get home before my daughter wakes up." Pete explained wearily. Wasn't she tired? At the rate she was going, he was going to slump if he got into the bed one more time with her. Even his poor cock was just as exhausted as he was.

"But the babysitter is home with her, isn't she?" Kimberly asked, coming to stand in front of him and batting her eyelashes at him.

"I NEED to be home by the time she wakes up. This is her first time sleeping without me." Pete said very slowly, as he tried not to lose his temper.

As though she sensed that he was getting angry, she moved away from him and returned to the bed. "Okay. So when do I see you again?" She asked sadly, making him suddenly feel guilty. He wasn't a jerk, and he definitely didn't want her to feel like he had used her, so after wearing his shirt, he walked over to her corner of the bed.

"Why don't we have lunch later in the day or maybe tomorrow and get to know each other? Now that we've done the benefit part, we should work on the friendship, don't you think?" Pete asked, as he tucked her hair behind her ear, or rather her human hair weavon, since Nigerian girls, especially wealthy ones like Kimberly, hardly ever carried their own hair.

Kimberly bit her lips as she considered his request, "Okay then. If you say so."

"I'll give you a call later." Pete said before picking up his car keys and leaving the house. He had no intention of going out with her again after the lunch date. Even though he wasn't looking for a serious relationship, he also didn't need to have sexual relationships with someone as careless as Kimberly was. It was probably best the remain just friends or acquaintances at best.

Kimberly didn't make any move to see him out as he walked out of the bedroom. She took out a rechargeable shisha pen from her bag and took a puff. After her last sex scandal, her father had threatened to disown her if she failed to settle down before his next birthday, and she really needed to take someone like Pete home, to win her father's favour again.

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Perhaps it was because she was passing the night in a new environment, Kathleen had found it very difficult falling asleep, and then less than an hour later, she had been woken up by the voice of Amanda crying for her dad. After feeding her, Amanda had pleaded with her to remain with her until she slept off, so Kathleen had sat on Pete's bed humming random songs until Amanda dozed off.

She took her time to look around the very masculine bedroom before returning to her own room. After she tried going back to sleep all to no avail, she decided to just head to the living room and see a late night movie.

She dozed off halfway through the movie, and that was where she was, when Pete returned to the house that morning. He paused by the door in surprise when he heard the sound of the television, before seeing her sleeping at one end of the couch. He made a mental note to warn her about sleeping on the couch, and leaving the the television on at such an ungodly hour. He considered waking her up, but wasn't in the mood to talk, so he turned off the television and headed for his bedroom.