The Breaking Point
573 Words
The "Affair" didn't start with a plan; it started with a rainy Friday.
Lagos was flooded, and the office was a ghost town. Teni was packing her bag to head to the bus stop when Alexander walked out of his private suite, wearing only a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone.
"The roads are blocked, Teni. You can't go to Sango tonight. It’s too dangerous," he said, his voice firm.
"I have to get home, Alexander. Someone is... waiting for me," she said, thinking of Tobi.
"Stay. I have a guest suite. We can have dinner. Just us."
That dinner was the end of her resistance. Over wine and soft music, the professional walls finally crumbled. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and the loneliness of the top.
When Alexander stood up and reached for her hand, Teni didn't pull away. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain blurring the world outside.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you with that mop," he whispered.
And then, he kissed her. It wasn't the kiss of a boss; it was the kiss of a man who was starving. Teni melted into him, her hands tangling in his dark hair. In that moment, she forgot the slums, she forgot the secret, and she forgot the danger.
That night, the affair began. A secret romance hidden behind office doors and darkened windows.
Teni was living the "Soft Life" she The "Affair" didn't start with a plan; it started with a rainy Friday.
Lagos was flooded, and the office was a ghost town. Teni was packing her bag to head to the bus stop when Alexander walked out of his private suite, wearing only a black silk shirt with the top buttons undone.
"The roads are blocked, Teni. You can't go to Sango tonight. It’s too dangerous," he said, his voice firm.
"I have to get home, Alexander. Someone is... waiting for me," she said, thinking of Tobi.
"Stay. I have a guest suite. We can have dinner. Just us."
That dinner was the end of her resistance. Over wine and soft music, the professional walls finally crumbled. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and the loneliness of the top.
When Alexander stood up and reached for her hand, Teni didn't pull away. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain blurring the world outside.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you with that mop," he whispered.
And then, he kissed her. It wasn't the kiss of a boss; it was the kiss of a man who was starving. Teni melted into him, her hands tangling in his dark hair. In that moment, she forgot the slums, she forgot the secret, and she forgot the danger.
That night, the affair began. A secret romance hidden behind office doors and darkened windows.
Teni was living the "Soft Life" she had always dreamed of—luxury cars picking her up, expensive jewelry hidden in her bag, and the touch of a billionaire every night. She felt like she was flying.
But as every girl in Lagos knows, when you fly that high, the fall is always coming.
Three months later, Teni stood in the office bathroom, staring at a small plastic stick in her hand. Two pink lines.
She wasn't just the CEO's lover anymore. She was carrying his heir.
She was carrying his heir.
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