DEDICATION

To every single woman like me—let’s hope Mr. Right isn’t lost in the rain, and that Google Maps can perhaps guide him our way.

BLURB 

A relentless rain… A 40-year-old man avoiding commitment. A 38-year-old woman seeking love. And a bodyguard caught in the middle. As the rain traps them, unexpected bonds form and tensions rise. Can they confront their fears and embrace the truth? And what revelations will come to light before the rain finally stops?

ONE

The pressure was getting ’wesser.’ Let Yuki breathe! Being single wasn’t a disease, but it felt as though it had become a plague, much like Covid. Yuki would neither be the first nor the last single woman to lead the Association of Single Unmarried Daughters of Nigeria; Benin City, Chapter. 

Yuki walked down one of the quiet backstreets in Nomayo, heading home from her regular choir rehearsal, which she stayed for after the evening mass. The sky was gradually darkening, bringing a dark shroud over the narrow road that seemed to be losing its battle with nature. Patches of bush lined the sides and deep gullies scarred a part of it, as though erosion had been slowly devouring the path. 

Yuki’s mind continued to churn with thoughts of societal pressure in addition to her dad’s current health situation. Lost in these thoughts, her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her back to the present.

She glanced at the screen. Ese’s name flashed. She answered the call.

“Hey, how did the choir rehearsal and evening mass go?” Ese asked.  

Yuki took a deep breath and forced a light tone. “Oh, it was the usual, jare. What’s up with you?”

“I was just wondering if you’re coming over to my place so we can see how best to raise money for your dad. Abi, have you gotten the money now?” Ese replied.

“Ha, you mean now?” Yuki asked, pausing for Ese’s response. “I’m not sure I can make it. I am already on a street in Nomayo. No vex, babe.” 

Ese’s voice carried a note of disappointment. “Oh, it’s okay.”

“As for my dad’s heart surgery, eh, it’s in God’s hands. I still have my store rent to pay and this tailoring work eh, e no move like that this week. New trend up and down. I don’t even know how to catch up with these trends. But God dey.” 

“It’s well. So, what about Madam Magdalene abi Mrs. Oduwa—or whatever her name is? How did it go?”

Yuki suddenly remembered and replied, “oh, that’s right. Babe, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” Ese chuckled on the other end. “That woman is something else. Can you believe she is still asking me if I’d marry her son?”

“Ozeba! Wahala o!” Ese said, her tone causing Yuki to laugh. 

“You don turn Rema, the artist?” Yuki teased.

“The matter don tie wrapper na. I thought she might have wanted to offer you a better job or something in your last discussion. Anyway, gist me before you get home. Let’s be talking. ” 

Yuki sighed. She wasn’t in the mood for a detailed conversation, but Ese was her best friend, so she felt obligated to share.

“Actually, she made me a tempting offer. I don’t know yet if I will take it. According to her, she found out I’m the oldest single lady in the Parish. Can you imagine? Then she was like, her son, Osaze, just turned forty and she wants me to…”

Her explanation was abruptly cut off as the sounds of a scuffle nearby caught her attention. Ese’s persistent questioning faded as Yuki’s focus shifted to three men engaged in a fierce fight. 

Yuki quickly ended the call with a promise to call back later, her eyes fixed on the chaotic scene in front of her.

Amid the brawl, one fighter stood out. His body twisted and turned with an effortless ease that was sharply opposed to the raw aggression of his opponents. He executed flawless spinning kicks and quick jabs, and his limbs sliced through the air like a skilled martial artist. Even his expressions were focused and intense as he seamlessly navigated the melee, resembling an expert in a K-drama fight scene. This guy was something else!

Yuki stood still and watched with a mixture of awe and concern. The road was rarely used except for the occasional cars that dared to drive over its worsening conditions. Normally, the silence here was only disturbed by the chirping of birds and the faint hum of the distant city. But now, the sharp sounds of the fight punctuated the air. 

Her curiosity quickly turned to alarm when one of the men, cornered and desperate, grabbed a broken bottle and lunged toward the man she had been silently admiring. 

Without thinking, Yuki rushed into the middle of the fray. What was she doing? Trying to stop them? How foolish! Before she could even grasp the gravity of her actions, the man holding the bottle grabbed her, using her as a shield and threatening to hurt her. ’Bini boys dey ment,’ she thought. How had she not thought about this sooner?

Panic gripped Yuki as she began to scream, raining down a stream of curses and invoking Ogun, the god of iron, to scare the thugs. Would that work? She watched the man she admired lock eyes with them, his voice sharp and commanding as he warned them to release her. To him, it was cowardly to use a woman—someone he didn’t even know—as leverage in a fight. He was determined to show them what real strength looked like.  

But they didn’t listen. Stubborn fools! The man maneuvered around Yuki and with swift and powerful—gbas-gbos—punches, he sent them reeling. In seconds, the men scattered like startled rats, fleeing into the shadows.

Yuki swallowed hard, her heart racing and her mind spinning as she tried to process what had just happened. She blinked rapidly, as though trying to clear away the surreal haze that had descended over the past few moments. 

The man she had been admiring was now beside her, checking to make sure she was okay. “Hey, you shouldn’t have done that. That was so dangerous,” he said, his voice filled with both concern and a sprinkle of reprimand.

“I’m fine,” Yuki replied sharply, trying to steady herself. She frowned, her curiosity getting the better of her. “What was that fight about? Una be cultist?” 

The man’s deep chuckle echoed in the now quiet street. How could she ask something like that? In Bini land, to a Bini man no less? 

“Anyway,” he said, still amused, “don’t mind those crazy guys. But please, be careful. This path isn’t safe for ladies, especially at this time.”

Yuki adjusted herself, sighing deeply, but she didn’t move. There was something about him that made her linger. Even in the darkness now, he seemed to glow, a presence that drew her in. She quickly snapped out of it, realizing she was staring. 

“My name is Yuki, and you?” 

“O…” he started, but his words were cut off by the sudden beep of his phone. A text message.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go now. Take care,” he said, urgency creeping into his voice.

Yuki nodded, trying to make sense of why he seemed so hasty, but before she could ask, he was already walking briskly away, disappearing out of sight.

TWO

Morning descended, but the sky above Benin City carried a heavy, threatening mass of rain, as it had for days now. The dark clouds made it feel as if the day had barely begun. The weather had been unpredictable, typical of this side of the world where the rain would pour heavily one moment, pause, and then return in full force without warning. 

Even with the weather’s stubbornness, Osaze, with the steady presence of his bodyguard by his side, got ready for work. He slipped into his sleek, dark suit—an expertly tailored piece that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, and on his wrist were traditional beads that added a touch of culture to his modern outfit. 

As he stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie, he marveled at his own reflection and a smile came to play. 

“Tell me, how do I look?” he asked, catching the slight amusement in his bodyguard’s expression. Osaze shot him a stern look, making his bodyguard quickly adjust his demeanor.

“Spectacular, boss,” the bodyguard replied, respectfully.

“Good,” Osaze nodded. Just as he finished adjusting his cufflinks, the sound of the doorbell cut through the air. 

Osaze frowned slightly, wondering who could be at the door so early. The bodyguard moved to check, but Osaze raised a hand, stopping him. “I’ll get it,” he said. 

Descending the stairs with dominant strides, Osaze reached the door and opened it to find his mother, Madam Magdalene Oduwa, standing there. Her sharp eyes pierced through the gloom like a force of nature. Even the clouds above seemed to gather more densely, as though to mirror the tension she brought with her.

Madam Magdalene, ever elegant, stood in her full-length floral-patterned boubou gown. The vibrant colors of her attire defied the dullness of the day and her towering headgear, wrapped classically around her signature hairdo, remained as flawless as ever. Even her melanin-popping skin glowed against the backdrop of her attire, defying the sixty-five years she had lived.

Before Osaze could say a word, she brushed past him, her entrance as swift and forceful as the rain that was sure to follow. Behind her, Yuki trailed quietly, clearly under Madam Magdalene’s directive.

Osaze frowned in confusion, quickly recovering from the unexpected intrusion.

“Mum, you didn’t mention you were coming,” Osaze began, attempting to mask his irritation. He was used to her assertiveness, but this unannounced visit was unusual. Besides, they didn’t live far apart—both resided within the same axis of Benin City.

Madam Magdalene merely waved him off, her eyes scanning the living room as though already plotting her next move.

“Are you saying I can’t come and see you again? Eh, since Mohammed has refused to visit the mountain, the mountain has come to Mohammed,” she retorted, her voice edgy with growing anger.

“Mum, I get it. I’m sorry I haven’t been picking your calls or reaching out, but please, not today. I have to catch up with a business investor who arrived yesterday from South Korea. And you know how Benin weather is—I don’t want this rain to trap me at home.” Osaze tried to pacify her, noticing the deepening frown on her face.

“Osaze Oduwa, you dey craze? You dey gbo gbo ciga? E sure me say you dey smoke expired weed. Look at your life,” she exclaimed, flagging her hand up and down in front of him as though measuring his worth. 

Yuki, standing quietly in one corner, was also sizing him up, although for entirely different reasons. To Yuki, he looked smoky hot, like Jollof rice. As someone who had always envisioned her ideal man—tall, financially stable, with a well-built physique, melanin-rich skin, and a neatly trimmed beard—Osaze ticked all her boxes. Man was effortlessly hot without even trying.

“Why all this drama in front of a guest I don’t even know?” Osaze reacted sharply, hoping to rein in his mother’s outburst.

Madam Magdalene inhaled deeply before responding, “So you’re telling me you don’t know her?”

Osaze glanced at Yuki, a look of confusion crossing his face. He couldn’t quite place where he had met her before. “Who are you, please?” he asked, unable to meet her gaze fully.

Yuki, slightly taken aback by his forgetfulness, composed herself and reminded him of their earlier encounter.

Three months ago, during the youth harvest in their parish, Osaze remembered admiring Yuki as she led the choir. Osaze had been the chairman of the occasion. He attended another parish different from them. They had exchanged a few words when his mother first attempted to introduce her, but he had brushed off all subsequent attempts by his mother to talk about Yuki. Somehow, she had slipped from his mind.

“If I may ask, to what do I owe this visit? Mum, what’s happening?”

Before Madam Magdalene could reply, Osaze’s bodyguard entered to find out what was delaying his boss. He greeted them politely, but his gaze quickly shifted to Yuki. He was taken aback by her presence, and Yuki mirrored his surprise. She wasn’t mistaken—this was the same man she had admired three days ago along the eroded road. His build was similar to Osaze’s, though he had a brown skin tone.

“Do you two know each other or something?” Osaze asked, noticing the way they looked at each other, both with parted lips.

Yuki began, “Actually, on my way—”

“I have never seen her before,” the bodyguard cut in sharply, his words slicing through her sentence.

Yuki’s mouth hung open for a moment, the rest of her words caught in her throat. Why would he say that? Her eyes searched his face for an answer, but he had already looked away, his gaze fixed on something—anything—other than her.

Clearing her throat, Madam Magdalene took charge of the conversation. “Anyway, I have brought you a wife since you have made me a laughingstock. If Chief Oduwa, your father, were alive, woe betide you if you hadn’t married by now. Just look at yourself—living in a big mansion, driving big cars, running a big office, yet no woman? Look around—no sign of a woman in this house.” Then she turned to Yuki, “Osayuki, did you see any woman here when you walked in?”

Yuki smiled shyly and shook her head slightly, hoping this awkward episode would come to an end.

Osaze sighed heavily. He was clearly frustrated. “Mum, please, I promise you I’ll bring a wife. I know we have talked about this so many times. But right now, I really need to get to the office.”

“I don’t care about all that. Osayuki will be living with you. It took me a lot to find a girl like her. Just look at her,” Madam Magdalene replied. Then she turned to Osayuki again. “Oya you sef turn, you just stand like statue,” Madam Magdalene said, spinning Yuki around so that Osaze could take in her full presence.

Yuki stood poised and graceful in a sleek, knee-length dress that hugged her slender frame perfectly. The brownish colored dress beautifully complimented her medium-brown skin while her long, flowing hair, usually styled in soft waves, cascaded over her shoulders. Even Osaze, despite his frustration, spotted her expressive eyes and the calm poise she carried herself.

“I agree, she’s beautiful. But please, let me go to work!” 

Madam Magdalene wasn’t budging. “All I know is that Osayuki is going to live here starting today. You will both get to know each other, and you will marry her. E no pass like that.”

Osaze’s eyes widened in shock, a feeling mirrored by his bodyguard, whose mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Iye, I don’t understand you, o. Are we dating? Or what?” Confusion sat firmly on his face as he turned to Yuki. “And you—did you agree to something like this?”

Yuki neither flinched nor said a word. No one could decipher the thoughts swirling in her mind. She just wanted this to be over—whatever this was.

“This lady here is every man’s dream. Well-cultured. From a decent Edo home. Bini kpataki for that matter. A Catholic, just like us. If it’s the age you’re worried about, you’re only two years older than her. You both aren’t getting any younger, o. Use this chance to know yourselves. I’ve said my own. In two weeks, I want to hear good news. Just two weeks! Otherwise, Osaze, you will see my dead body.”

“Ha!” they all exclaimed simultaneously, their voices filled with shock and disbelief as Madam Magdalene stormed off. This wasn’t just a passing threat, it was serious and the pressure of her words lingered like a storm cloud, promising a reckoning if her ultimatum wasn’t met.

Osaze turned away in complete disarray, letting out a frustrated sigh as he walked off. His steps were heavy and even when his bodyguard tried to get his attention, Osaze brushed him off with a curt instruction. “Sort this whole mess. I’ll go to the office alone.”

Without another word, Osaze strode out, leaving him standing there, bewildered. He looked around, unsure of what to do next, caught between duty to his boss and the bizarre situation before him.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and extended a hand toward Yuki. “Hey, my name is Owen. Uh… did you bring any luggage or something?”

Yuki didn’t respond. She simply rolled her eyes at him. It was clear that she was upset with him.  Still without a word, she walked past him and headed for the door, where her lone bag awaited her outside.

THREE

A few days had passed and Osaze hadn’t spoken a single word to Yuki. To him, she was invisible. He stayed out late and when he finally came home, Yuki was always fast asleep.

One afternoon, as Yuki sat on the couch lost in thought, her phone rang, jolting her back to reality. It was Ese. It brightened her mood, considering how Osaze has been neglecting her. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Ese’s voice was warm but curious. “Have you and Osaze talked yet?”

Yuki sighed. “No,” she admitted.

Ese’s tone turned more serious. “Hmm… Yuki, won’t you make an effort to get him to talk to you? Remember what’s at stake here. Or are you planning to back out so soon?”

“Na condition make crayfish bend. If not because of necessity, I’ll not tolerate this. But God dey sha.” 

“Babe, just try and engage him in a discussion first. You never can tell how things will go,” Ese replied. 

Yuki hesitated, knowing Ese was right but she was unsure how to bridge the growing distance between her and Osaze.

That evening, Osaze returned home later than usual. He settled into one of the dining chairs. Owen, who had been waiting patiently, poured him a glass of Soju—a clear, slightly sweet Korean alcoholic drink often enjoyed in small glasses. It was a gift from Osaze’s South Korean investor. 

Osaze took the first sip and set his glass down. 

Then Owen cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You’ve been avoiding the marriage topic for days,” Owen started cautiously. “But, honestly, it feels like your mother is serious this time. She really wants you to settle down.”

Osaze leaned back. “I’m tired. Is it mandatory for a man to get married? What is it with everyone? Why can’t I just live without a woman? What freaks me out the most is that a thirty-eight-year-old lady like Yuki would agree to this mediocrity. Is she that desperate? How can a woman just come and live with a man like that? Think about it, guy. I’m just counting down the days until those two weeks are up and then—let hell break loose.”

“Hell won’t break loose,” a voice cut in suddenly.

Both men looked up, startled. It was Yuki standing on the staircase. Although her expression seemed calm, her eyes betrayed her. Their conversation weighed on her. They had assumed she was asleep—they were wrong.

With a sigh, Yuki walked over to the dining table where the two men sat. Owen awkwardly stood to excuse himself, but Osaze waved him back to his seat. 

Finding her voice, Yuki introduced herself properly, “My name is Osayuki Amadi. Yuki for short.” 

The moment she started to talk about herself, Osaze reached for the remainder of his drink and drank it. Thereafter, he picked up his phone on the table and began scrolling through, obviously  showing his disinterest.

“Trust me, this is not how I wanted—”

“Then why did you agree to it? Are you that desperate for marriage?” Osaze’s question came bluntly, like a punch to the gut. Not because Yuki hadn’t anticipated it, but because it stung to hear it out loud.

She took a breath before responding. “Why shouldn’t I have agreed? Who wouldn’t want to get married? I’ve been called all sorts of names, and if this is going to be my last stop, then so be it. We still have time to get to know each other and make it work. Goodnight!”

With that, she turned and left. Osaze pondered on her words, struck by them in a way he hadn’t expected. 

Owen said hesitantly, “Maybe you should rest. Perhaps… you could give it a try. See where it leads. Who knows?”

The fiery look Osaze shot at him was enough to silence any further thoughts. Owen quickly kept mute and retreated to his room, leaving Osaze alone to brood over the unexpected turn his life had taken.

FOUR

Yuki walked down the stairs, softly humming her favorite Catholic hymn as she noted the quietness of the house. It had been a couple of days and yet, she glanced around, and her eyes lingered on a few things that stood out: the classic windows letting in streams of sunlight, the elegant chandelier overhead, and the sleek, modern furniture that gave the living room a polished look. Everything seemed expensive and well-designed, a far cry from the simple surroundings she was used to. She yawned and stretched, then went outside. 

She found the cleaner, who had introduced himself to her the day after she arrived. Ahmed. A short, lanky guy who also served as gardener and errand boy. He was sitting by the entrance gate, his face lowered to the phone in his hand. With the laughter toppling out of his mouth now and then, Yuki concluded he must be watching a comedy skit. 

He must have heard her approaching and looked up. Putting his phone away, he gave her a toothy grin. “Good morning, ma,” he said.

She responded with a small smile and asked about everyone. 

“Oga has gone to work, and Owen is at the backyard handling some plumbing work.” 

The news startled her slightly; she had assumed, maybe today, she was alone with Ahmed, but knowing Owen was nearby brought a mix of relief and unease. She nodded her thanks and made her way to the backyard, where the faint sounds of tools clinking echoed in the distance.

When Yuki arrived at the backyard, she paused for a moment to watch Owen work. His bare broad chest glistened with water, his muscles flexing effortlessly as he handled the tools. The sight of him, strong and drenched, made her mind wander to places she knew it shouldn’t go. It felt like a scene straight out of one of the K-dramas she used to watch—except this time, it was real. When water unexpectedly splashed out from the pipe he was fixing, soaking him even more, Yuki couldn’t help but see him in a different light. Just as Owen turned to dry himself, their eyes locked, sending a jolt through her. Embarrassed, she quickly looked away and hurried inside.

Later, with Owen fully clothed, he knocked on her door. “Do you need anything for lunch?” he asked.

Yuki couldn’t bring herself to answer. She was still embarrassed. 

“Yuki?” he called again, his voice gentle but concerned.

Still, no response came from her end. 

After waiting for a few minutes, he left and went to the kitchen. 

About thirty minutes later, Yuki wandered into the kitchen and found him focused on cooking. She chuckled softly at how intent he was on his task. 

“What are you making?” she asked, curiosity lighting her eyes.

“Black soup,” he replied, stirring the pot. “It’s Osaze’s favorite.”

She hummed softly, impressed. “Didn’t know you could cook.”

“Oh well…” he replied as a smile came to play on his cheeks. 

As she turned to leave, Owen’s voice stopped her.

“Wait… can you stay a little longer?”

Yuki paused and nodded. 

He held back a bit before finding his voice. “I know you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder since that day. I just wanted to apologize. I was caught off-guard. I didn’t want to admit knowing someone who had just arrived without understanding what was going on. Now that I do, I’m sorry.”

Knowing they would have to keep seeing each other, she sighed and extended her hand for a handshake. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Owen quickly wiped his hands on a towel before reaching out to take hers. A spark! Oh, goodness! The softness of her hand, the warmth that passed between them, left Owen breathless. He wasn’t prepared for it at all. 

It was as though Yuki also felt the blatant spark between them too. It was undeniable. She had liked him since the first day they met, but today was different. The moment his hand touched hers, her heart skipped a beat. There was something electric in the air, and she couldn’t deny the rush of feelings that surged through her.

Quickly, Yuki cleared her throat, breaking the silence. 

A smile crawled on Owen’s handsome face as he gently pulled his hand away from hers and returned to his cooking.

“Omo, your babe is lucky. See as everywhere dey scent. You go sabi take care of home,” Yuki teased, ignoring the jitter in her core.

Owen chuckled softly. “Thank you for the compliment. I enjoy doing these things, but I don’t have any babe.”

“Why?” 

“Love hasn’t been fair to me. More than that, I want my own woman. A strong woman with big dreams, someone I can do life with—grow, learn, and be happy. Also, with undeniable chemistry.”

A small smile crept onto Yuki’s lips. It sounded like what she would want to be for her man, and so they went on and on discussing.

Later in the evening, Owen set the table with carefully wrapped portions of pounded yam and steaming Edo black soup. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, making Osaze pause for a moment before asking Owen to get him something from his room. When Owen returned, he handed Osaze a fancy bag. Without much fanfare, Osaze slid it across the table to Yuki.

“I remembered you mentioning your love for K-dramas and Korean culture the other day. The investor who came by brought these Korean snacks. You can have them.”

Yuki’s face lit up with unfiltered excitement. She quickly took the bag, her eyes gleaming as she opened it. The sight of her joy brought a flicker of amusement to Owen, who watched her from the corner of his eyes. 

“Thank you!” Yuki exclaimed. Just as she was about to speak, Osaze simply shook his head and continued licking his fingers. His focus was on the food rather than any conversation. Realizing he wasn’t interested, Yuki fell silent and turned her attention to the food in front of her. 

She took a bite. “Owen, this is delicious,”  she said, praising him. 

Owen, somewhat embarrassed, closed his eyes briefly in acknowledgment of her compliment.

After the meal, Yuki decided to break the silence again. “Hmm. Osaze, do you ever take time off? I noticed you’re always either at work or heading there. Even the little time I get to see you, you are either on your phone or laptop. Doesn’t it get tiring?”

Osaze barely looked up from his phone. “Work is work. It’s not about being tired. It’s what needs to be done.”

Yuki sighed, trying to push through his cold demeanor. “But don’t you think life should be more than just work? Maybe… find something that makes you happy?”

He finally looked at her, but his stare was sharp, as though her words were an unnecessary distraction. “Happiness isn’t a priority. Responsibility is.”

Yuki’s frustration simmered, but she held it back. “Okay, but what about Owen? He’s your bodyguard, but he’s also stuck here, cooking and taking care of things around the house. Shouldn’t he have some time off too? Maybe you could hire some help, a female staff member, perhaps?”

Osaze’s expression hardened. He put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, his tone colder than before. “Yuki, you’re the reason Owen is here doing all this. He’s my bodyguard, not a chef or housekeeper. But ever since you arrived, he’s had to stay behind to handle all this. You’re disrupting the order around here.”

Yuki felt the sting of his words. She had been trying to make things work, trying to find some common ground, and all she got in return was coldness? It hurt, being treated like an insignificant rat around the house. She had begun to consider if this whole thing was worth it, if she should just get up and leave. But then again, she had this feeling that things might change, so she had to stay and watch this grumpy man humiliate her with his lack of interest and sharp responses to her questions. 

This wasn’t the first time he had acted like this. It happened that on the fourth day after she moved in, during a casual conversation about marriage and values, Osaze had made remarks that still bothered her.

They had been sitting in the living room, and Yuki had innocently asked him what qualities he valued in a woman. His answer had stunned her.

“Women should know their place,” Osaze had said matter-of-factly. “Men are meant to lead, to be in charge. It’s just how it is. A woman’s role is to be behind the scenes, not in the front. When a woman tries to be independent and assertive, it disrupts the natural order of things.”

Yuki had blinked at him, trying to process his words. “So, women should just… follow? They shouldn’t have a say or pursue their own dreams?”

Osaze had shrugged. “The man is the head and the woman should respect that. That’s what makes a relationship work.”

The conversation had left Yuki unsettled. She had hoped it was just a momentary lapse in judgment, something he said without thinking. But as another day passed, it became clear that Osaze truly believed in these traditional gender roles. It wasn’t just about control—it was about keeping women out of the spotlight.

And then, just yesterday, another conversation had only deepened her unease.

They had been talking about fidelity in relationships, and Yuki had asked him what he thought about cheating.

“You know, in Bini land, if a married woman cheats, she brings sickness and curses on her husband and children,” Osaze had said casually, as though he were discussing the weather. “It’s a serious thing. She could destroy an entire family.”

Yuki had frowned, her discomfort growing. “But what about the man? What happens if he cheats?”

Osaze had looked at her with that same indifferent shrug. “Nothing. Men are free. It’s different for us. A man can be every woman’s ride if he wants to be. That’s just how it is.”

Yuki had stared at him in disbelief. “So you believe you can do whatever you want, but a woman has to be completely loyal or she’ll bring a curse on her family?”

Osaze nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s the way things work. A woman’s loyalty is different. Her actions have consequences.”

Those two conversations had left Yuki reeling. She had wanted to challenge him further, instead she had apologized for pushing too hard, not wanting to create more tension. But his words lingered in her mind, glaring red flags she couldn’t ignore.

Now her patience snapped. “So, is it my fault? You think I’m some kind of burden? You’re so full of yourself. Everything with you is about control.”

The air thickened with tension. Osaze’s jaw clenched and without another word, he stood up abruptly, leaving the dining room. His footsteps echoed as he walked away. 

Left behind, Yuki’s thoughts swirled in frustration and disbelief. Was he always this egotistic? She felt a mix of anger and regret, wondering if she had made the right decision in coming here. 

As she sat there, lost in thought, she noticed Owen watching her with pity. He didn’t say a word, but the look was enough to remind her of the complicated mess she found herself.

FIVE

Yuki’s fingers tapped rapidly on her phone screen as she messaged her friend, Ese. It had become a routine at this point—updating Ese on every detail of her life with Osaze, especially since things had been growing more tense by the day. Today, she found herself unusually perplexed. Osaze had left the house yesterday without a word to her. She had been asleep when he left, but surely, a simple message would have sufficed. 

Ese tried her best to calm Yuki down through their WhatsApp chat, but the radio silence from Osaze was gnawing at Yuki’s spirit. It wasn’t just the fact that he hadn’t bothered to say goodbye, he hadn’t even replied to her texts or returned any of her calls. It was like she didn’t exist to him. Things only got worse when Owen broke the news that Osaze wouldn’t be coming home for the next few days. 

“Business meetings,” Owen had explained, his tone neutral as ever. “He’s staying at the hotel where his investor is lodged.” 

Apparently, the seven-day rain had begun in Benin, a time when the city’s unique mix of culture and mysticism became obvious. Benin was also known for its rain-makers. These were people who inherited the ancient power to command the rain, holding it off or letting it down at will. Somehow, they could make it rain in one spot while a nearby area remained completely dry.  

However, Osaze decided to stay at the hotel where his investor was lodged, perhaps, believing that focusing on business, away from the unpredictable rain and distractions at home was the best option.

Yuki felt that Osaze was avoiding her, deliberately keeping his distance. 

Ese’s message popped up on her screen: “Calm down, babe. Take it easy, okay? Have you heard from your dad? And what about those many siblings of yours? I hope they’re checking on him. The burden can’t be on you alone, you know.”

Yuki sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone before she typed her response.  “Of course I’m hearing from him. I can’t wait to see him again, though. When I do, I’m going to ask him why he thought having eight children was a good idea in the first place.” She added a laughing emoji, though her heart wasn’t in it. 

Ese replied with a sympathetic emoji. “I can imagine. How are you holding up with everything else?”

Yuki sighed again, her mind drifting to her dwindling savings.  “All my savings from the tailoring job are gone. I’m just hoping this situation I’ve found myself in will be over and done with soon.”

Ese’s message was quick and comforting.  “It will be, babe. Just hang in there. You’ve got this.” She also tried to soothe her in their chat, suggesting that Yuki find a way to occupy her mind instead of dwelling on Osaze’s coldness. Maybe she could focus on something—or someone—else.

Yuki read Ese’s message with a frown, then sent back an emoji that showed her confusion. 

“What about Owen?” Ese sent, changing the topic to a warm one. “Since Osaze already instructed him to manage the house while he’s away, you could spend some time with him and relax. Who knows?” she typed and sent, accompanying it with a wink emoji.

Yuki held back a bit. Instead of typing, she sent a voice note: “I can’t do that, babe. Interactions with him are great.  Sure, he’s fine, hot and of course, sexy. I even liked him instantly when we first met, but you know the problem—his age.”

She clicked send, waiting for Ese’s response. It didn’t take long.

“So what? He’s just thirty-three. Isn’t that what you said before?”

Yuki rolled her eyes and sent another voice note. “No way! How can I be with a thirty-three-year-old guy when I’m thirty-eight? Impossible. I mean, yeah, he’s a nicer guy than Osaze but that age difference… I can’t get past it. If it weren’t for that, maybe I would have considered him.”

She hit send again, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. In truth, Yuki hadn’t known she was older than Owen until that day they shook hands to be friends. Their conversations extended more than they could imagine, even down to how Owen coped with Osaze’s behavior. 

She was about to record and send another voice note when a movement from the kitchen caught her attention. “Babe, I’ll be back. I want to check something out,” she typed and sent. Then walked into the kitchen and found Owen busy there.  

“What are you doing?” she asked, stepping closer.

“Annyeonghaseyo!” Owen said hello in Korean with a playful smile.

Yuki chuckled.

“I am cooking Ramen and this is a special Korean brand of noodles.” He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent already filling the kitchen.

As Owen continued cooking, their conversation naturally drifted to K-dramas.

“I love the martial arts scenes,” Owen said, stirring the pot. “The choreography is always so well done. It’s like watching a dance.”

Yuki grinned. “Yeah, those scenes are great, but let’s be honest—it’s the sexy actors that make the dramas worth watching.”

Owen raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, really? So, it’s all about the looks for you, huh?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Not just the looks! The food too. Have you seen how good their food looks in every scene? It always makes me hungry.”

He chuckled, glancing at her with a soft smile. “Well, you’re in luck. Maybe after this meal, I’ll be one step closer to K-drama food standards.”

Yuki laughed out loud. “Who knows? You might even become my favorite K-drama chef,” she teased.

Owen paused and looked at her for a moment longer than usual. “You know,” he said, almost casually, “You’re really beautiful.”

Yuki froze for a second, her cheeks warming as she smiled shyly. “Oh, um… thank you,” she mumbled, avoiding his hot-looking gaze. 

Owen smiled, noticing her reaction, and then quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, I can’t wait to be your favorite K-drama chef.”

Yuki giggled softly, still feeling a bit flustered. More than that, her eyes trailed how Owen moved around the kitchen with ease. The flick of his wrist as he tossed the noodles looked like something straight out of one of those K-drama cooking scenes that always seemed so perfect and, yes, sexy. She found herself watching him with a little more interest than before.

When Owen was done, he served the ramen in a bowl, twirled the noodles around a pair of chopsticks, and gestured toward Yuki. “Open up,” he teased.

Yuki leaned forward, ready to take a bite, but Owen pulled the chopsticks back at the last second, grinning mischievously. 

She laughed. “Come on, stop playing around.”

He leaned in again, this time slowly bringing the noodles closer, only to pull away once more at the last minute. 

Rolling her eyes, Yuki swiftly grabbed his hand, guiding the chopsticks toward her mouth and finally taking a bite.

As she chewed, their eyes met and lingered on each other much longer than necessary. The atmosphere suddenly grew heavy with silent tension. 

There was something about Yuki that made Owen’s heart race from the moment he first met her. But he had to control himself. She wasn’t his. Not in the way he wanted her to be.

To break the tension, Owen teased, “So, is it your love for Asian culture that made you shorten your name to Yuki instead of using your full name?”

Yuki chuckled, playfully raising an eyebrow. “And what about you? Why did you pick a feminine name?”

“Come on,” Owen grinned. “Owen is a unisex Edo name. It’s versatile.” 

They both laughed so hard that for a moment, they forgot everything else—the tension, the complications, and even Osaze. There was something so pure and beautiful about the moment. The way Owen had effortlessly been making her laugh since yesterday and even a few days before. She wished Osaze was like him in some ways.

After a brief silence, Owen shot a serious expression at her. “You know,” he began, “I don’t understand why you put up with Osaze. You’re just too beautiful, too… amazing to be treated like you’re anything less.”

Yuki’s smile faded slightly. “You won’t understand,” she replied, her voice quieter now. “You’re not an old woman like me, and my situation… it’s different.”

Owen nodded, feeling a bit belittled by her words. He knew his age was a factor in her eyes. Still, he felt frustrated. If he had his way, he would…

“It may be out of my place, but you don’t have to be desperate to be with a man. I believe your own will love you more than you can imagine. The other day, you said you have been loved less, but don’t give up. Or rather, don’t give in to any pressure. You will find a man who truly loves you. Okay?”

Rather than responding to him, Yuki said, “I’d like to visit Osaze at the hotel where he’s staying. Will you take me there?”

Owen blinked, surprised. “Seriously?”

Before he could say anything more, Yuki placed a gentle finger on his lips, her eyes pleading with him. “Please,” she whispered. “I just want to surprise him. Maybe if I show up… maybe he’ll start taking me seriously.”

“Yuki, I don’t think there’s any need to see him. Come on, I mean, it’s obvious he’s not into you.”

“Please, Owen. Just do this for me. After this, I won’t say anything about it again. I promise.”

Owen’s heart grew heavy as the situation pressed down on him. He shifted his gaze away from her, trying to hide the conflict in his eyes.

Owen navigated the rain-slicked streets along the Airport Road axis. The relentless rain on the windshield paired with the blaring horns of traffic and their headlights slicing through the evening made every turn more precarious. 

Abruptly, the vehicle in front of them stopped. Owen reacted quickly, slamming the brakes. The sudden stop caused Yuki to jerk forward, almost colliding her head on the dashboard. Fortunately, Owen’s hand shot out instinctively, pressing gently against her forehead to stop the collision.

Somehow, that simple gesture warmed Yuki’s heart. She hadn’t felt this kind of care in a long time. In fact, she had stopped dating at thirty due to the many heartbreaks and poor choices she made and somewhere along the way, she had forgotten what it felt like to be looked after. But Owen… he was different. He made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected.

Owen extended his care further by gently adjusting a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her face. Yuki bit her lip, her cheeks heating up, and quickly averted her gaze from him, pretending to focus on the raindrops racing down the window.

Owen smiled shyly, catching her brief glance before returning his attention to his driving. 

Neither dared acknowledge what they felt, but the undeniable tension between them lingered.

As Owen guided the car into the narrow, dimly lit lane leading to the hotel, the heavy rain created a curtain of water that blurred the view. The area was somewhat secluded, making it feel like a private enclave rather than a busy street. Yuki’s eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar vehicle, half-hidden in the shadows of the lane. Her heart skipped as she recognized Osaze’s car, despite the rain obscuring much of the view. Without a second thought, she flung open the car door and dashed out, her movements frantic and unmindful of the soaking rain.

As she neared, her eyes caught sight of Osaze and the scene unfolding before her. Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth fell open, unable to process what she was witnessing. There, she saw Osaze in an intimate embrace, kissing and caressing someone she never expected. Her heart sank. How could he? Although they hadn’t defined what they were to each other, still it felt like a disappointment to her. Sadness flooded her chest as she thought of his mother. He wasn’t willing to try, not even for his mother’s sake. She swallowed the lump in her throat, struggling to process what she had just seen.

Owen, catching up quickly, held an umbrella over her head, shielding her from the rain. His stare, though focused on the scene, reflected a deep empathy. 

Noticing Yuki’s distress, he instinctively placed his palm over her eyes to block the view, trying to shield her from the disappointing scene. 

Back at the house, Yuki sat quietly in her room, struggling to keep her emotions in check. She blinked back the sting of unshed tears, but one or two slipped down her cheeks despite her efforts. It wasn’t just disappointment in Osaze that weighed her down. Deep inside, a small part of her had hoped—maybe, just maybe—he would see her differently. That, for once, she might be someone worth loving. More than that, she wished to find love. True love. Was this even possible at her age?  

From the edge of the ajar door, Owen’s heart ached as he watched her in despair. He wished he could erase her sadness, regretting more than ever what he had unintentionally caused. He took a deep breath and stepped inside. 

Yuki remained still, her body sagging as water dropped steadily from her gown to the floor. Owen got a towel from the bathroom and gently attempted to dry her, but she didn’t respond. He lifted her feet to clean them and in that fleeting moment, Yuki’s eyes shifted to him, filled with raw vulnerability.

“Why are you younger than I am?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why couldn’t you be older?” Her words, laced with frustration and sorrow, cut through the room’s silence.

The truth was, despite everything, she couldn’t deny that Owen’s kindness had left a mark on her. But the age difference—that was a barrier she just couldn’t see herself crossing.

Right there, she didn’t know what hurt her more: the staggering scene she had just witnessed, the wasted time, or the painful realization that Owen might be the one she truly wanted but couldn’t accept. But one thing was clear—she was hurt and unhappy. 

In a swift, tender movement, Owen pulled her close, his warmth and sincerity enveloping her. “Age is just a number,” he whispered softly, like a tender lullaby slipping through the night. 

“What truly matters is how we feel about each other, the moments we share, and the memories we create. You mean so much to me, Yuki. I see you for who you are, not just your age. Even if it seems impossible, I would cherish every fleeting moment with you. To be honest, I have fallen for you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

His words were a balm to her aching heart, soothing her pain and stirring emotions she had tried to suppress. Owen’s embrace felt like a promise of something beautiful, despite the uncertainties. Yuki’s tears slowly subsided, replaced by a new, fragile hope.

Just as she got up from the chair, Owen gently pulled her away from him, their eyes locking as though they were trying to read the very secrets of their souls. 

For Owen, his gaze was deep, the kind of look that whispered, ‘na you be the only sugar wey dey sweeten my tea.’ No pretense, just raw emotions.

Both standing now, Owen used his palm to tenderly wipe away her tears, then planted a soft kiss on her slightly closed right eye. When she opened them again, the look in his eyes was as hot as fresh atarodo pepper. She found it intense and wanted to turn away.

Just before she could, he held her face captive and kissed her, suckling her upper lip…

No way! her thoughts screamed. She hadn’t anticipated this at all, much less now, after what felt like ages since any man had come this close to her.

Beyond the fact that he was irresistibly handsome—with smooth brown skin that gleamed like polished wood, a low-groomed beard framing his defined jawline, and a tall, toned body—he was a fantastic kisser.

Just like that, Owen captured her mouth fully and his tongue danced with hers in a way that made her moan. Right or wrong, she didn’t care anymore; all she wanted was for no other thoughts to intrude on this sweet, consuming moment. On and on, Owen relished her lips like ripe, juicy mangoes bursting with tropical sweetness. 

Shortly, they paused, breathless, as their heartbeats synced with the rhythm of the raindrops against the windowpane.

SIX

The day started with rain and the air was crisp and chilly. Yuki shuddered as she pulled the ends of her cardigan together to stave off the cold. Thoughts of cuddling somebody to keep warm ran through her mind. The popular saying, ‘weather for two’ definitely applied to the rainstorm today.

As Yuki was on her phone, chatting with Ese, she noticed Owen coming down the stairs, sliding his thumb over his phone screen before shoving it into his jeans pocket. He seemed to be on a call when he walked in. Yuki quickly ended the chat, curious about what Owen was up to, and shifted her attention to him.

Noticing that she had tied up her hair, Owen flashed a playful smile. He walked over to her and with a stylish move, he gently removed the rubber band, letting her hair flow freely.

He winked at her, admiring how pretty she looked. But then, her expression changed, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

“What is it?” he asked. 

Yuki hesitated before speaking, “I’ve noticed for a while now that you’re always on a video call… and I often hear a woman’s voice. Two days ago, with everything that happened, I couldn’t bring it up, but… I’ve been meaning to ask.”

Owen chuckled softly, leaning closer to her. “Are you jealous?”

She fell silent and looked down at her hands. 

Without saying a word, Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He opened his recent calls and showed her. “That’s my mother,” he explained gently. “She is in the United States of America. My dad passed away a long time ago, just like Osaze’s.”

Yuki looked at him, a mix of relief and curiosity on her face. “Oh in America? Wow! Did you live there too or what?” 

Owen let out a deep breath, carefully choosing his words. “I grew up in Nigeria with my grandmother and yes, I have lived in America too then returned to Nigeria.” 

“So why did you come back? And more importantly, why are you working as Osaze’s bodyguard?”

“Like I said before, Osaze was my senior in boarding school. I wanted a life different from what my mother had planned for me. She preferred that I stay in America and take over her business, but I didn’t want to be tied down by her expectations. I wanted to live life on my own terms. I’ve always loved martial arts ever since watching countless K-dramas, so I decided to train and pursue my passion. Eventually, I established a security agency here in Nigeria. When Osaze’s business started facing threats, he needed protection, and I stepped in. Ordinarily, I would have sent someone else, but Osaze is my friend. He wanted me personally and honestly, I wanted to be there for him too. It wasn’t just about the job—it was about making my own choices and helping someone I cared about.”

“You don’t say! Big boy!” She chuckled, but a hint of uncertainty still lingered. She glanced at him, biting her lip before asking, “About Osaze, hmm—you are not like… like him, right?” 

“What do you think?” Owen asked, his voice low and steady. “Look at me.”

Yuki met his smoldering stare.

“What do you see?” he asked in a soft tone. 

Yuki didn’t utter a word. But she felt sincerity in them. A raw honesty that told her he wasn’t just playing games. He truly wanted her, and the realization made her heart drum fast.

Owen cleared his throat, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Yuki… why are you really doing this whole thing? Living with a man like that?” 

Yuki’s expression changed instantly, and she brushed off the question, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. Even when he gently asked if she had a job, seeing that she seemed stuck in the house, she could only reply, “you won’t understand.”

Owen could sense there was more to it, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he decided to ease the moment for her. 

“You know,” Owen began, glancing at her with a gentle smile, “you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But just so you know, I’m here whenever you feel like talking.”

Yuki looked up at him, her expression softening. “Thanks, Owen. I appreciate that.”

He nodded, keeping his tone light. “No rush. We all have our stuff to work through. I just want you to know you’re not alone.”

She smiled faintly, feeling a bit more at ease. “It’s just… complicated. I don’t even know where to start.”

Owen gave a small, reassuring grin. “Whenever you’re ready, you can start wherever it feels right. I’ll listen.”

There was a comfortable silence before Yuki finally said, “Thanks for being patient with me.”

“Patience is my specialty,” Owen replied, his voice warm. “Take your time.”

Yuki nodded. 

“Do you have anything in mind to eat?” he asked, changing the subject with a lighthearted tone.

Yuki’s eyes lit up. “Yes, plantain and Owo sauce.” A unique meal to the Binis. 

Owen raised a brow, chuckling. “Well, we’re out of plantains. Unless you want me to send Ahmed out in this rain, which I can’t do—it’s been raining cats and dogs for days now. But… I could order the plantains.”

She smiled at the suggestion and nodded.

“But where are you going to get it from?”

Owen casually picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a brief pause, he said, “Done. I just called the number now.”

Yuki looked at him, confused. “Wait… but you’re calling me?”

Owen winked playfully, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Exactly.” His smirk was almost too much—a perfect ‘come-eat-me’ look that left Yuki blushing hard. She laughed, shaking her head at his antics.

Owen’s heart warmed at the sight of her blush, her face lighting up like the first rays of sunlight after a storm. Her teeth, perfectly aligned and gleaming, were like pearls strung together in a joyful dance, and he couldn’t get enough of that view.

SEVEN

It may have been difficult to admit, but the absence of Osaze and the simple presence of Owen was bliss for Yuki. As the clap of thunder flew through the night, she walked into the living room, finding Owen asleep on the couch. She approached him, her eyes tenderly admiring him. He looked so peaceful, like a cool sea under the sky.

Gently, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Just as she was about to turn away, Owen’s arm suddenly reached out, catching her by surprise. Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her back toward him.

“Wait,” he whispered, his voice low and warm. “Were you trying to sneak away without saying goodnight?”

She stared at him, eyes wide in shock. “I—I thought you were asleep,” she stammered, feeling a blush creep across her cheeks. 

Owen smiled softly, adjusting his position on the couch. He sat upright and gently drew her across his thighs, their faces inches apart.

“I wasn’t,” he murmured, his gaze locked on hers. “How can I sleep when you’re this close?”

Oh, goodness! Her breath caught in her throat. His words sank in, making her heart sprint. For a moment, neither of them moved, just staring into each other’s eyes. If ever there was a perfect match for a staring contest, it was them. It was as though they were peering into the very heart of the ocean through their stares.

“There’s something special about you, Yuki. I can’t help but feel drawn to you,” he said softly. “Every time I’m near you, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be,” he confessed.

“Owen…” she began, but the words seemed to dissolve before they could form.

Just like that, Owen’s fingers began to trace a delicate path along her skin.  It sent waves of sensation across her body, until they reached her bosom. Yuki subtly turned her face away and Owen, understanding the cue, slid a strand of her nightgown aside. His eyes feasted upon the exposed curve. Woah! His mouth found its way to her right bosom, enveloping it with a tender embrace that elicited a soft, involuntary moan from Yuki. Tasty! That was an understatement—no word could quite capture the sheer delight of the moment. But, as though a sudden realization had struck, Yuki abruptly halted.   

“I’m just afraid. Is this right?” Yuki whispered, uncertainty swirling in her voice.

Owen sighed softly, looking straight into her eyes. “Do you want it or not? You don’t have to be shy. I will stop if you want me to stop…” 

“Let’s forget the world outside. I want to know what it feels like to be with you, even if it’s just for a moment,” she said. 

“If you aren’t comfortable, I won’t go further. Just that this… what we have—it feels real. And I want to explore it with you.”

She couldn’t find the words to reply again; instead, a shy, hard smile crept across her lips.

Without holding back, he pressed his lips on hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

She whimpered at the sweet sensation, tangling her tongue with his that sent waves of pleasure down her body.

Owen pulled off her nightgown completely, leaving her bare before him. His eyes devoured every inch of her and without hesitation, he took off his shorts and T-shirt. Now naked before her, Yuki’s breath caught in her throat. What a perfect-looking body to carry the mass between his legs. Her heart ran with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

In one swift move, he pulled her onto the couch. He lifted her legs and hung them on his shoulders. Then he lowered his head to her mound. Oh, heavens! What was he planning to do?

Yuki’s eyes widened in shock, completely taken aback by his reflex action. She hadn’t seen that coming. 

Notwithstanding, she was in for a long, sweet ride on his warm, brown face. Excitement streamed through Yuki as Owen’s tongue slipped into her wet love tunnel. Owen stroked her, slipping in and out with reckless abandon. Oh, sweet mercy!

It felt so good that her toes curled as pleasure melted over her skin like ice thawing under the sun. Man could eat! 

Goodness gracious! Yuki’s chest rose and fell with the rhythm of their mutual heat. It was too good to be true, so she gripped Owen’s head firmly, pressing him deeper into her wet channel as she rocked in ecstasy. Like Oliver Twist, she pleaded, “Yes… right there… Give it to me, baby…” 

Owen continued to dig into her, drowning his tongue in her moistness. Oh, heavens! He was making her lose her sanity, urging her to beg for more. 

“Oh! Please, don’t stop,” she moaned loudly. 

“Oh damn,” Owen groaned, getting up. He lifted her off the couch, carrying her and gently laying her on the floor. He spread her legs and positioned himself above her, ready to bury himself in her welcoming heat. 

The door burst open with a loud thud. 

Owen froze, darting his gaze towards the source of the interruption. His jaw slackened as shock sliced into him.

Beneath him, he felt Yuki’s body go stiff, and a gasp escaped her mouth when she realized they had been caught.

Standing at the entrance was Osaze, his face a mixture of disbelief and rage. How? Why was he here at this moment? But how could they think he was disrupting anything—it was his house, after all.

The sight that met Osaze’s eyes left him gobsmacked. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined walking in on them completely naked. 

The living room descended into chaos as Owen and Yuki scrambled to grab their clothes and cover themselves. Osaze’s eyes burned with fury, his fists clenched at his sides, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

“What the hell is this?” Osaze roared, his voice thick with rage. “Are you two seriously doing this in my house?”

Panic in their eyes, Yuki and Owen struggled to put their clothes back on. 

“Don’t you even think about getting dressed,” Osaze growled. “Stay right where you are. I swear, I’ll record this and make sure everyone knows what you two have done!”

Yuki’s hands trembled as she tried to fix her clothes, but Osaze’s sharp words cut through the tension like a knife. “I can’t believe this, Owen,” he spat, his eyes blazing with betrayal. “You… my so-called friend. And you, Yuki? An ashawo? That’s what you are—nothing but a cheap whore!”

That was it. Yuki couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes flashed with defiance as she stood, meeting his gaze head-on. “Ashawo? You call me an ashawo? How dare you, Osaze! You’re the one hiding behind lies. You’re gay!”

The room went deathly silent. The weight of that word hung in the air like a dark cloud. Osaze’s face hardened, and his lips curled into a mocking smile. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” Yuki said, her voice unwavering. “You’re gay. I saw everything. When I came to the hotel, I saw you kissing another man. A man, Osaze! That business ‘investor’ of yours? He was no investor. He was your lover, and you tried to fool me.”

Osaze’s face drained of color, his eyes darting to Owen as though looking for an explanation. But it wasn’t Owen who spoke; it was Yuki who continued.

“You don’t need to look at Owen. Face me. I saw it all with my own eyes. Instead of telling the truth, you lied. And do you know what’s interesting? Your mother—paid me to live with you. Three million naira. I was desperate, Osaze. My father was sick in the village and I used up all my savings to bring him to the city for a proper medical checkup. He had to undergo heart surgery. My tailoring business has not been booming. I have been trying to make ends meet, and my siblings are struggling. Even the economy isn’t smiling on us. Life hasn’t been fair to me.” She paused for a moment and continued, “I didn’t even get a chance to go to the best schools. My mother left us and I don’t know where she is. I moved to Benin City, hoping things would get better, but it hasn’t been easy. I needed that money, and I foolishly agreed to this… this charade. I was hoping that, aside from the money, this could be a good way to connect with someone. Who knows? Maybe something beautiful could come out of it. I’ve always wanted to find true love, somehow… But no more. I’m done!”

Both men were stunned into silence. Yuki’s confession echoed in the living room, leaving an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air. Without another word, she stormed out. 

Owen swallowed hard, guilt washing over him. He turned to Osaze, ready to speak, but Osaze cut him off with a sharp yell. “Get out! Get out of my house, Owen. Now!”

Owen stood there for a moment, his heart heavy with regret, before he nodded silently and walked out, leaving Osaze standing alone, seething with anger and betrayal.

EIGHT

The next day, Osaze sat with his mother, his heart heavy with disappointment. After sharing his bitter experience with her, he hoped for some support—some kind of solace. But what he got instead was far from comforting.

Madam Magdalene stood and looked him squarely in the eyes, and said, “you think I didn’t know you were gay? Homosexual? But what Bini mother will accept such nonsense? I had to step in, Osaze. I thought that if I brought a woman to live with you, maybe seeing a woman would trigger something in you. But I was wrong. Your father… he must be weeping in his grave right now. I feel bad, but I’m not even bothered that Osayuki found someone else for herself. If only you had done the right thing. Why… a man? If you had been sleeping around with women, I would have at least begged you to get one pregnant, so I could carry a grandchild.”

Osaze shut his eyes as pain and frustration boiled inside him. “Mummy, enough! You knew all along and acted like a saint? Do you even know how I struggled in boarding school? Do you? I was surrounded by boys, so what did you expect?”

“Shut up your mouth!” his mother snapped. “Are you the only boy who went to boarding school? Didn’t Owen go, eh? And what about the other boys? You’re just talking nonsense. Quiet!”

Osaze’s shoulders sagged in defeat. He was tired of living a double life. He hated the fact that he couldn’t be himself around his family and friends. 

His mother forcing Yuki’s presence in the house against his will had irritated him because he didn’t want Yuki or any other woman. So, he’d poured out his frustrations on Yuki. But it wasn’t her fault. It was his. 

All his life, he’d tried to do the right thing, to please his mother. But no more. He could no longer carry on hiding his true nature. He was gay. And proud of it. He loved his mother, but if she couldn’t accept him for his sexual preference, he had to let her go.

Osaze’s fists clenched as his voice lowered to a harsh whisper. “Oh, this has always been you. You shut me up whenever I have a problem, never letting me speak my mind. But not anymore. This is who I am. Take me as you see me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving his mother to slump into the couch. She was speechless, drained, and lost in thought as she stared at the floor, the thickness of his words settling on her.

“Osanobua, la hor,” she whispered under her breath in Bini, meaning “Lord, have mercy.”

NINE

Owen, clothed only in a towel draped beneath his waist, was on his way to the bathroom when a knock sounded at his door. He paused, wondering if it was Musa, his gateman, but then quickly went to get it. Upon opening the door, he found Yuki standing there. Her beauty mesmerized him, making his heart flutter. It had been five days since he heard a word from her.

After that incident, Owen had tried calling and sending text messages, but she hadn’t responded. Desperate to see her, he’d sent his address via text, hoping she might visit since neither of them knew the other’s house. Now, seeing her standing in front of him, his heart leaped.

Clearing his throat, he welcomed her in. She stepped inside, her eyes wandering as she admired his minimalist home. It was similar to Osaze’s, but with a simpler style. 

She dropped her black purse on the couch, and continued to look around as they made small talk. Even when Owen offered her a seat, she remained standing, her gaze shifting from the living room to his bare chest and down to the towel wrapped around his waist.

Feeling a bit unsettled by her intense look, Owen tried to steer the conversation. “So… what’s up with you? I thought maybe you had settled things with Osaze… somehow.”

Yuki sighed. “His mother called me. She said the deal is off. She didn’t go into much detail.”

Owen nodded slowly. “I see… What about your dad?” 

“Everything is under control. I understand you have been worried.” 

Owen sighed and continued, “I found out that the night Osaze walked in on us, he had just broken up with his boyfriend. They had some issues.”

Yuki looked at him curiously. “How do you know?”

“Osaze sent a series of messages to my WhatsApp that night. I saw them later when I left the house. If I had checked my phone before falling asleep, I would’ve known he was coming and… well, maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did.” Owen smiled shyly, a bit embarrassed by the memory.

“So… what does this mean for us?” Yuki asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

“I don’t know. What do you think? You’ve been avoiding me for days now,” he replied, closing the short distance between them. 

Yuki felt a pang of guilt but managed to respond, “I’m sorry. I just needed some time to think. I couldn’t face you after… everything…”

Owen gently pressed his index finger against her lips, silencing her. 

The touch sent a jolt through Yuki’s body. He slid his left hand down to her waist, slowly pushing her back against the wall. With his right hand planted on the wall beside her, his left finger traced her red lipstick softly.

“Not hearing from you troubled me. I don’t know if I can move on without you. Of course, I am not a perfect man and I know we haven’t known each other for long. We probably need more time to get to know each other, but… I’m so sure of what I feel. I want everything about you. You make my heart race. I love you… I just wish we…”

“Fuck?” Yuki interrupted his confession.

Owen was momentarily stunned by her boldness. Sure, he liked her enough to want to do that, but that wasn’t what he was thinking at the moment. He couldn’t find the words to respond.

Yuki chuckled at his silence. “I like you, Owen. We have great chemistry and I really don’t mind taking things to another level, you know? You have made me smile in ways I never imagined, and I want to make sweet memories with you. I don’t even care how it ends… ”

He interrupted her lips with a kiss. “Don’t think much about it. One step at a time. Everything will work out well.” 

She smiled. 

“Why did you say the f word? That’s not what I meant…”

“Tahh! You act like you’re the only one who can rizz someone.” She winked, biting her lip playfully.

Owen laughed softly. “I’ve really missed you.”

“I have missed you very much, my prince charming,” she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

“Huh! Prince charming?” 

“Of course yes, my bodyguard.” She smiled hard. 

“I love you,” he confessed, his voice filled with emotion. “Damn! You’re driving me insane right now!”

Yuki’s heart raced at his words. “I love you too,” she admitted. 

Before the moment heated up further, Owen pulled back slightly and added, “I told my mother about you. She can’t wait to meet you. I told her I was going to ask you to be the queen of my kingdom.”

Yuki’s eyes lit up with excitement. “You did? And… what did she say?”

“She was happy. And so… Yuki,” Owen said softly, “would you be mine?”

Yuki’s heart pounded in her chest as she smiled so hard it hurt. “Yes, Owen. Yes.”

Owen enveloped her in a warm hug, both of them finally feeling the relief they had craved the past few days. When they finally pulled apart, Owen grabbed his phone from the table.

“Hold on,” he said. “I can’t miss capturing how you look right now.”

Yuki giggled. “This guy sef, ah-ah, but why are you…?”

He snapped a quick photo of her smiling, and then put the phone down. “I did that so you know how beautiful you looked when you came in because right now, I’m about to eat you, silly.”

“Eat me? How?” she asked, genuinely curious.

In a swift move, Owen turned her to face the wall, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Touch your toes, Yuki.” 

BIO 

Precious Osikha began writing at the age of eight. Although her mother insists she started at six, her memories from that age are a bit hazy. Nevertheless, she still has her journals and diaries from when she was eight, which serve as a reminder of her early passion for writing. Born and raised in Nigeria, her stories explore the broken interconnectedness of cultural diversity, identity and social injustice, amid intriguing and compelling storylines that will keep you at the edge of your seat. She is a Legal Practitioner and  founder of Precious Pen Kreations: Africa’s Number 1 Writing and Business Solution Company for professionals, celebrities and leaders across the globe. Through her Kids Writing Academy, she teaches children how to write and publish books while her School of Writing has helped adults within and outside the shores of Nigeria to birth their intellectual properties and published assets.  She runs one of the fastest growing global YouTube Channels dedicated to raising highly paid writers and talented individuals, equipping business owners as well as promoting Korean culture at large. She is a K-creator (K-Influencer and Honorary Reporter) for the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism, South Korea as well as a member of the Guild of African Thriller Authors. She is a recognized Creative Writing and Storytelling Tutor at SEE HER ELEVATE PROJECT organized by Simisola Ogunleye. Her book White Whispers was shortlisted for the BookHouse Prize in 2020 while Dodo Island and other stories was shortlisted for the Akada Children’s Book Festival in 2024. She is an award-winning author, screenwriter, book trailer creator, visual/video artist, voiceover artist, entertainer, and a bundle of talents. She can be reached on Facebook, TikTok, Instagram and more via Precious Osikha. 

Email: preciousosikhabooks@gmail.com

WhatsApp: +2348160525580 

OTHER BOOKS BY PRECIOUS OSIKHA 

The Wellspring Series (A four-part historical fantasy romance thriller) 

The Wall and The Flower: Book 1  

The Wall, The Flower & The Petal: Book 2 

The Wall and The Flower: Awakening: Book 3 

The Wall, The Flower, The Petal and The Knight: Book 4 (March 2025)

The Lovebirds Series (standalone novellas) 

Love and Flames (A paranormal romance thriller)

Love and Colours (A Korean-Nigerian Interracial Romance, April 2025)

Novels (Standalone) 

In The Heart of Queens (A contemporary romance thriller, June 2025)

OTHERS   

White Whispers (short stories) 

Dodo Island and other stories (children’s literature)

All books are available in eBook and paperback formats. Also available  on platforms like Selar, Amazon Bambooks, and Nigerian bookstores.