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| 2 | My billionaire husband’s mąnh00d was completely d£ad, so I set my eyes on his two apprentices.
I was twenty-six. Chief was sixty-two. I didn't marry him to die in poverty in the trenches of Lagos.
But for four solid years, my kponmo was an abandoned, crying desert. To make matters worse, his two wicked, grown daughters from his first marriage absolutely hated my guts.
They treated me like a glorified maid and were actively plotting to throw me out onto the streets without a single kobo the moment Chief breathed his last.
To survive in that massive Lekki empire, I needed an heir. I needed a donor with pure, strong genetics, someone completely under my control.
My eyes landed on Obi and Chike.
Obi was twenty-four, broad-shouldered, and quiet.
Chike was twenty, with a chest carved from pure stone. They were brothers who came to Lagos searching for greener pastures after their poor mother died in the village.
They lived in our boys' quarters, washing cars and acting like terrified, loyal servants to their billionaire master.
The Friday Chief flew to London for his two-week medical checkup, I decided to stop suffering in silence.
I locked the massive compound gates. I buzzed the intercom and called the older brother, Obi, up to the master bathr00m.
I told him I had a highly expensive, heavy Moroccan body scrub to apply, and the housemaids' hands were too weak.
"Take off your uniform so you don't stain it," I commanded smoothly. "And meet me in the sh0w£r."
"M-Madam?" he whispered, his voice cracking with pure terror at the thought of crossing his master's boundary.
"Are you deaf, Obi?" I asked, dropping my silk robe completely to the floor right in front of him.
His breath hitched. He swallowed hard, str!pp£d down to his boxers, and followed me into the steamy b@thr00m.
I stood under the hot water, nąk£d. Obi's rough, calloused hands shook as he began to scrub my back.
Through the thick steam, I could feel the intense, radiating heat of his gbolala standing at full attention just inches behind my vee, inside his b0x£rs.
I took the soap pretending to lather my hands and let it fall the ground.
"Clumsy me," I breathed.
I didn't wait for him to move. I slowly b£nt, making sure my @§§ was f@c£d directly at H!m.
My l£gś were slightly apart for balance, completely showing the kponmo to H!m
I froze there.
Behind me, I heard Obi gasping.
Obi didn't try to help me pick up the soap. Instead, he stepped cl0s£, his gbolala was connecting to my vee.
I let out a soft m0@n, ready to push backward and take the gbolala completely inside the kponmo right there on the slippery tiles.
But right as he positioned Mr. gbolala to break in to my vaj.
The b@thr00m glass door slid open!
"Brother Obi, Chief's eldest daughter just drove into the..."
It was Chike, the twenty-year-old younger brother.
He stood frozen at the doorway, his eyes wide with absolute shock, staring directly to The kponmo about to sw@ll0w his older brother's gbolala
"Brother what are you doing? Chief has been so... " Chike in shock was about to scream
Just then the someone opened the door downstairs and was coming in
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