Throne or love?

"Come on," Bola whispered, tossing her head from left to right as she peered through the hallway. She gently opened her door, slid inside, and stood in front of the grand entrance to ensure no one was in sight. Tunde, her boyfriend, was very shy and nervous. "Are you certain no one is around? My gut tells me to hold back," he whispered tensely. Bola shut the door slowly behind her as she smirked at Tunde while walking towards him in a seductive manner. The soft ambient light, provided by a combination of chandeliers and table lamps with fabric shades, dimmed around her as she showcased her elegant white teeth. "Don't be afraid, babe," she whispered into his ear, wrapping her hands around his shoulders in a seductive manner. "Even if we get caught, there is nothing anyone can do because this is my father's house." "Hmm," Tunde smirked at the reassuring statement, grabbing her curvy waist. "Does that mean we can still have another round?" Bola gave him a flirtatious glance. "Don't you get tired? We've had more than five rounds. We've been having s*x since 11 am when you got here, and it's almost 4 pm already. My dad will soon be home," she gestured, glancing at her luxurious curtains. Tunde gave her a pleading glance. "Baby, but you know your beauty is irresistible, right?" He grabbed her waist tighter with his left hand while rolling his index finger in Bola's face with his right hand biting his lips and narrowing his gazed alluring her. "Please, just one round," he pleaded in a childish manner. "Okay, fine, let's make it quick before my father comes back," Bola slowly ran her lips over Tunde's as they started kissing roughly. They fell back on the fluffy bed made of satin material, covering themselves with the soft duvet made of silk, throwing the plush pillows together with their dresses on the marble white tiles. below and behold the rest was history. few moments later after they where done havin fun, Tunde tiptoed out of the room following his girlfriend as they walked through the corridor, well-designed with beautiful flame and painted pure white, the elegant marble floor helped them to leave no sound. Tunde couldn't help but chuckle silently at how disorganized Bola's curly 4c natural hair was after all the rough cuddling as he was behind her. Bola took the lead to confirm no one was at home before signaling with her hand for Tunde, who was behind her, to come while she was standing in the parlor. The curtains were made of velvet fabric as they stood tall with their affluent look; the incorporation of opulence of the light added more sense of grandeur to the parlor. Tunde could only gasp as soon as he entered the parlor since they had come in through the back door. Bola stood in front of the splendid doorway, waiting for Tunde to walk towards her as he was tossing his neck around in amusement at such luxury. "Of course, Tunde was frightened of getting caught by Bola's siblings, but he covered his fear with a tight-lipped smile as he gestured at Bola." "I'm so thrilled to have you," Tunde grinned at Bola as he walked towards her while they had a goodbye kiss. Bello turned the doorknob and got irritated by the first thing he saw after a long day at school. Bola and Tunde froze for some seconds in shock upon seeing Bello, but Bola confronted her fright facing Bello with the consciousness that she is older than him and it's her father's house. "What? Why are you acting like you just saw a ghost?" Bola widened her eyes, spreading her palm as if there was nothing wrong with what Bello as just seen. Bello looked at Bola in disgust. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You are supposed to be the eldest in this house, but no one behaves as childishly and mannerlessly as you do," he shook his head, gesturing his gaze to Tunde irritably. "I don't ever want to see those ugly feet of yours around this house again or else," he yelled furiously. "Or else what, Bello?" Bola screamed back at him, turning red. "I'm older than you; you are nothing but trash," she pointed into Bello's eyes fearlessly. "I've always said it," Bola started ranting, "this boy we took in is going to grow up and turn himself into our enemy." Bello narrowed his gaze, baffled by whom she's talking about as he considered himself to be the last son of their father. "Bola, please calm down," Tunde interrupted her in dumbfoundedness, as he tapped Bello's shoulder. "Guy, calm down," he whispered in his ear with a shameful voice, trying to be a man due to the energy that Bola is giving. Bello got speechless for a while before confronting Tunde. "Get out of my house," he moved away from the entrance for him to pass as he peeked at him wrathfully with his palm folded as if he is ready to strike. "Tunde walked out of the door, head bowed in shame, as Bola followed him, shooting hostile glares at Bello. I'll deal with you,' she uttered, slamming the door shut in a fit of rage. She walked Tunde to his Toyota Venza, exchanging goodbye kisses. Returning to the house, she found Bello seated on the edge of the lavishly adorned couch, nervously tapping his legs with both hands clasped under his chin. 'What is this i***t still doing here?' she muttered to herself, heading towards the stairs. Bello stood up to confront her, incensed by her earlier address. 'I've told you countless times to stop treating me like a child, Bola. I'm 19 already and you need to stop calling me trash,' he said furiously pointing at Bola. 'Hahahahaha, look who's talking? This helpless orphan,' Bola scoffed, climbing the stairs. 'I don't want to talk to you. I'll patiently wait till Dad comes back because I've had enough of you,' Bola retorted, following him. Bello felt a pang of remorse at Bola's reference to his orphan status whenever they argued. 'You're so shameless,' he said, his tone softening. The words stung Bola, who had already ascended halfway up the staircase, prompting her to run towards Bello. 'Did you just call me shameless?' she asked, advancing quickly. Bello took a step back. 'You better respect your self ...' Boom! Boom! Boom! The parlor erupted into chaos as Bola delivered a thunderous slap to Bello, and in retaliation, Bello unleashed his fury, resulting in a fierce fight that nearly marred Bola's beautiful face. Thank goodness, The maids and guards where around as the rushed in to separate them. Amid returned from his office, where he served as the CEO of BOMA's oil company, to the sound of his daughter's loud crying from the parlor. Wondering what had happened, he hurried to her side. He found Bola in tears, calling out for her mother who divorced their father seven years ago. 'What's going on?' Amid asked calmly, his eyes filled with empathy. 'Look what Bello did to me!!' Bola cried out. 'Bello?' Amid asked, both stunned and furious. 'He called me shameless. I tried to confront him, but instead of apologizing, he started attacking me,' Bola explained tearfully. 'It's okay, my princess. I'll handle this,' Amid assured her, opening his arms for her embrace. 'Stop crying like a baby; you're 22 already.' 'Bring that foolish boy to me,' he ordered one of the guards standing nearby. As soon as Bello appeared, Amid delivered a hot slap that momentarily stunned him. Without needing an explanation, Amid ordered him to go back to his room and warned him never to lay a hand on Bola again, forcing him to apologize. Amid escorted Bola to her room, but she declined, recalling the empty condom packets on her floor. Instead, she asked to stay with him in his room for a while, which he agreed to. 'Actually, Dad, Mom was right when she said it wasn't right to erase Bello's memories after his parents died. Even though Bello was just 8 then, I've always known he would grow up to be our enemy,' Bola uttered furiously as soon as they entered her father's bedroom. 'Shut up,' Amid snapped. 'I don't ever want to hear that from you again, under the sun, moon, or stars,' he warned, causing a wave of unease to wash over Bola as she prepared to leave for her room. 'Did you tell Bello that?' Amid asked, his curiosity piqued. Bola shook her head slowly in fear as her father's rage flared. 'No, Dad.' 'Good,' Amid sighed in relief. 'Go to bed,' he instructed Bola calmly. Bola froze in fear as she spotted Bello approaching the door immediately she turned the handle and pushed it open. 'What are you doing here?' she asked, bewildered. 'I've come to apologize to you and Daddy,' Bello said, wearing a crestfallen expression."