Mag-log inAna Ogechi Alex, one of the best writers in her country, is also the manager of a pharmaceutical company owned by her cousin. She is a strong, independent career woman, known never to mix business with pleasure. So to say, this Is the motive, of her nonstop achievements in the writing and pharmaceutical field. Equitable to her amazing writing skills, she is always appointed to write special wedding vows, speeches, and proclamations, for governors, commissioners, ministers, plus other high officials, including popular celebrities. She is also occasionally called by the president to inscribe words for national events. Despite her passion for writing, she loves her job as a manager. Her career is almost at its peak, which she is happy and content with. She rarely glimpses love as a priority, hence it gives rise to sticky situations like it gruesomely did in her past relationship. So what would she do when faith plays an uncanny role in her life, the instant she is chosen by the governor of her state, to compose wedding vows for his daughter, Emily Ije, and her fiancee, the son of a renowned senator 'Daniel Okwu'. She stumbles upon the stickiest situation of them all as she is caught in the middle of a messy scandal. What would it be?
view moreAna's POV"What the---. I mutter as I re-read the text.Who's this? I reply.Your beloved stalker My beloved what?Lol, guessI had a hectic day so my brain is drained. I can't guess.Okay then.It's your one nightstand My one night, oh.How did you get my contact because I don't remember giving it to you?Don't worry, I took it when you were sleeping."Damn, I should have put my phone on lock mode," I grumble to no one in particular.Oh, I get. I text back.So, can we meet for dinner?I sit still, gawking at my phone while pondering my response.
Ana's POV"Why the hell do I keep waking up to a ringing phone," I mumble to myself in a groan. Sitting up to glare in the location of the ringing device. I rise off the bed to snatch the crap in anger about to growl at the person who dares disturb my sleep on a Mon--"Shit it's Monday," I utter absentmindedly, forgetting I am on the phone with someone until she speaks."Yeah, it's Monday alright, and you're late." She growls her voice sounding familiar."Glory?" I suspect after I retrieve the phone from my ear for a second to see who is phoning."So you didn't even know it was me." She scoffs "And I repeat, you're late.""Wait, late for what?" I interrogate, uncertain of what she is babbling about."Late for the art exhibition at Pencildecimo's headquarters which started
Ana's POV"Hmmm?" I blurt, avoiding the question."Ogechi what are you wearing?" Dad questions, his voice sterner this time."Strippers attire," Nuel mutters under his breath, compelling me to send a fierce glare in his path."Clothes," I reply stupidly as I am sure Oluchi is rolling her eyes at my answer."Is that what you wore to church?" Mom queries, a scary look in her eyes."Uhmm." I clear my throat, unable to form sensible words."The truth Ma, is t
Ana's POVThe sound of a ringing phone wakes me from my little nap.I whine, not wanting to get up from the comfy pillow my head rests on. Hold on, it is his chest."Babe pick up your phone," he booms beneath me in a rough, sexy voice."Just let it ring," I grunt, not having the resilience or zeal to get up and answer it."Guess I wore you out again hmm?" He murmurs in my hair."You gave me a good pounding, I must admit, my thighs are so sore." I chuckle in response."Anyway beautiful, at least answer the phone, I'm tired of its constant ringing," he grumbles."Okay, but you owe me some more of that juicy cock." I wiggle, sending him a smirk."I wouldn't want to pass up on that, your pussy is heaven." He beams, pecking my collarbone."Pass me my phone then," I tell, signaling for my fone that sits o





