Ranye stepped out from behind the counter, wrapping her in a comforting hug. "I didn't want to worry you. You've already got so much on your plate."
"I tried calling him," Lia said, her voice tinged with frustration. "His number's disconnected. And his family just... vanished overnight. Packed up and left the country without a word."
Ranye nodded grimly. "No one knows where they went. They put their house up for sale and disappeared into thin air."
Lia sighed, her worry evident. "Tandi's cousin Segilola from the Engineering department works at the airport. He said he saw them boarding an international flight, but they were in such a hurry."
"I'm sure he's okay," Ranye reassured her.
Lia nodded, though her worry didn't entirely fade.
"By the way," Ranye asked, trying to change the subject, "heard anything from Rhys?"
At the mention of Rhys, Lia's demeanor shifted. She turned away, avoiding Ranye's gaze.
"Why would I hear from him?" she said, her tone defensive.
Ranye raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because he's Rhys?"
"Drop it, Ry," she snapped.
Ranye held up his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. Touchy subject. Moving on."
Lia sighed, leaning against the counter. "I spoke to Professor Daphne. She's going to meet with me after the year-end party."
"About your deducted thirty points?"
"No. That's a lost cause," she admitted. "She wants to discuss something else."
"Any idea what it could be?"
"No clue."
Ranye glanced at his watch and let out a gasp. "We're running late!"
Lia checked her phone and cursed under her breath. "Let's go!"
They quickly tidied up the shop and locked up before heading to Ranye's place to get ready for the party.
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The low hum of the chandelier's light flickered across the room as Rhys adjusted his cufflinks, staring into the full-length mirror. His reflection stared back, sharp and calculated, a man who had faced countless storms and emerged, though battered, still standing. Tonight, however, felt different. The stakes were higher, the risks heavier.
"Padrino," Andy's voice broke through his thoughts, hesitant but firm. He was Rhys's trusted right-hand man, someone who had been through thick and thin with him. "Since Seyi took over, is it really necessary to attend this party? I mean, it's practically his turf now."
Rhys turned slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Tell me, Andy," he began, his tone calm yet laced with intent, "if I decide not to go, isn't that the same as admitting defeat? Do you think I'd let all of T City believe they can mess with me just because my power isn't what it used to be?"
Andy paused, the weight of the question settling in. It wasn't just a party; it was a spectacle, an opportunity for alliances to be formed, for rivals to size each other up, strategic moves and declarations included.
"And besides," Rhys continued, his eyes sharp and unwavering, "why do you think this party is happening? Who do you think will be there?"
His padrino's intentions became clear in that moment. Rhys wasn't just attending to socialize—he was making a statement. This wasn't just about appearances; it was a game of chess. Rhys was no pawn, and even if he'd been knocked off his pedestal, he wasn't out of the game. The man never acted without reason. His presence at this party was a bold, calculated risk that could either reassert his dominance or leave him vulnerable.
Andy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But the risks—"
"I'm aware of the risks," Rhys interjected smoothly, his voice firm yet measured. "But the end determines the means. Not attending will make people think of me as a joke. That's not how I play."
Andy nodded reluctantly. He admired Rhys's courage but couldn't shake the worry gnawing at his chest. His job wasn't just to assist his padrino; it was to keep him alive. And tonight, the dangers lurking in the shadows seemed endless.
"I'll make the arrangements," Andy said, bowing slightly before leaving the room.
Rhys took a deep breath, returning his focus to the mirror. His tailored suit was immaculate, every detail precisely as he wanted it. The navy-blue fabric shimmered subtly under the light, and the silver tie clip gleamed like a hidden blade. He looked every bit the part of a man who still commanded respect, even in the face of diminished power.
"Tonight's crucial," he muttered to himself, adjusting his tie. He hated the limitations that had been forced upon him. His once-vast network had been reduced, his influence crippled, and yet he remained steadfast. If tonight went according to plan, it would remind everyone in T City that Rhys was far from defeated.
When Andy returned, his expression was that of resolve. "The car is ready," he said.
Rhys nodded, straightening his jacket. "Let's go."
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The school grounds were a testament to opulence, its sprawling lawns bathed in golden light that cast long, elegant shadows. Luxury cars lined the driveway, and the rhythmic beats of Afrobeats music drifted through the air, guiding the guests toward the grand auditorium where the year-end party was in full swing.
Inside, the extravagance was even more pronounced. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the polished floor. The mingling scents of expensive perfumes and fine champagne created an intoxicating atmosphere. The hall was immaculately decorated, bustling with students, teachers, chaperones, and board members exchanging greetings and laughter. The room buzzed with conversations and music blending seamlessly.
Lia entered the room hand-in-hand with Ry, their outfits turning heads as they navigated the crowd. Ry was the one exchanging warm hellos with friends, while Lia offered polite smiles to acquaintances. They eventually found a quieter corner where they could catch their breath.
"What do you want to drink?" Ry leaned in, his voice rising above the music.
"Tequila shots!" Lia yelled back with a grin.
Ry chuckled. "Tequila, huh? Let me see what I can find. If not, I'll bring you something fun."
Lia nodded, watching him disappear into the crowd. She sighed, already feeling out of place. Crowds weren't her forte, but with Ry by her side, she'd learned to tolerate them. Still, tonight felt different—a little off. She caught herself fidgeting, trying to blend into the background.
A hush fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed. A striking young woman with a shaved head but an undeniably charismatic presence stepped onto the podium. Her confident voice echoed through the hall.
"Welcome, students, esteemed guests, and faculty. My name is Nike, and it is my absolute pleasure to host this year's party."
Applause erupted, and Nike smiled warmly before continuing. "Every year, Trestwood League University produces remarkable individuals in all fields. This is thanks not only to our talented students and dedicated professors but also to our incredible board members who create such a nurturing environment. Tonight, we are graced with the presence of someone extraordinary. Please give a standing ovation to Madam Chairwoman, Nelly Nwigwe."
The applause turned into a thunderous roar as an elderly woman in her late seventies was wheeled onto the stage. Frail yet commanding an aura of immense authority, she waved graciously. A young man accompanying her adjusted the microphone, stepping aside as she began to speak.
"I told them not to do this, this year," she began, her voice tinged with humor, eliciting laughter from the audience. "But they never listen, do they? I believe they are going to make me do this till I am Ninety" More laughter followed.
The crowd hung onto her every word as she continued, blending wisdom with humor and leaving them inspired. She ended with a heartfelt message to the students: "Work hard, but don't forget to live. Step out of your comfort zones, and most importantly, take care of your health and persevere."
The room erupted in applause, but as the sound began to die down, another wave of whispers swept the hall. Rhys had arrived.
Even in the dim light, his presence was electrifying. His powerful aura and magnetic charm turned heads, leaving the room in stunned silence. Every movement he made seemed deliberate, calculated, and commanding. He sauntered to the front, taking an empty VIP seat, his expression unreadable yet dangerous. Andy, his ever-watchful shadow, scanned the room for imminent threats.
Seyi, sitting nearby, seethed with barely contained anger. Others in the room shared the sentiment, their unease palpable. Yet Rhys seemed unfazed, popping a grape into his mouth with a casual air.
"Relax," he murmured to Andy, his tone playful yet firm. "They won't try anything stupid in front of the students."
Andy visibly relaxed but remained alert. Across the room, Madam Chairwoman cast a sweet smile in Rhys's direction, but Andy knew better. That smile was a facade, hiding irritation at being upstaged.
Meanwhile, Lia stood in her corner, nursing the mojito Ry had brought her earlier. She couldn't help but steal glances at Rhys. Lia couldn't deny the flutter in her chest at seeing him again. It had been weeks, and he was even more magnetic than she remembered. She couldn't deny his effect on her, but she wasn't about to admit it—especially not to Ry, who had been endlessly teasing her about Rhys's undeniable charm.
"Talk about power," Ry whispered, nudging her. "Your owner sure knows how to make an entrance." Ry teased, nudging her playfully.
"Shut up," Lia retorted, her cheeks flushing. She hadn't told Ry about the kiss she and Rhys had shared, and she wasn't about to now."Why don't you go hang with your friends? They probably hate me for keeping you here."
Ry's smile faltered. "You sure?"
"Positive. Go. I'll be fine," she insisted. "Besides, I need some alone time… to prowl."
They both laughed, and Ry gave her a reassuring nod before disappearing into the crowd. Lia took a deep breath, relishing the brief solitude. But it didn't last long.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and she froze momentarily. Before she could turn, a familiar voice spoke.
"You still owe me a passionate night."
She smiled, recognizing the voice. Turning, she accepted the champagne flute Tobi handed her.
"Didn't think I'd see you here," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Well, I'm glad I came now," she replied, her voice dripping with coyness. The air between them sizzled with unspoken desire.
Tobi leaned closer, his gaze fixed on hers. "Shall we take this somewhere private?"
Before she could answer, the lights dimmed again and the fashion show the fashion department had prepared for the occasion commenced. A firm grip pulled her away. She turned, startled, and her breath hitched. Rhys.
"Disappointed?" he asked, his grin wicked.
Lia didn't have time to respond before he hoisted her over his shoulder effortlessly, carrying her out of the hall. Andy opened the car door, and Rhys slid in, pulling Lia into the backseat with Andy in the driver's seat.
"Put me down!" Lia exclaimed, though her words lacked conviction.
Her arousal heightened, especially knowing Andy could hear everything. Rhys pounced, pinning Lia beneath him. His lips found hers in a searing kiss, full of hunger and urgency. Lia tried to speak, to protest, but her words were lost as he deepened the kiss.
"Wait—" she began, but before she could finish, his lips crashed into hers, igniting a fire that silenced her protests. The kiss was urgent and hungry, leaving her breathless and craving more. His hands roamed over her body, fingers brushing against the delicate straps of her dress.
With a sudden snap, the strap broke, and the fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist. She shivered at the sensation of being exposed, his ravenous gaze sweeping over her, drinking in every curve.
"God, you're stunning," Rhys murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You drive me crazy." His eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and need as he traced a finger down her arm.
"Do you know how long I've wanted this?" he breathed, closing the distance between their bodies. Lia's hands instinctively moved, her fingers exploring the outline of his bulge through his pants. A low, animalistic growl escaped him, sending tremors of excitement coursing through her.
Inside, Andy's gaze flickered, frozen in the driver's seat, conflicted as his hands grabbed the steering wheel so strongly his knuckles went white, his eyes not daring to look anywhere else aside the steering wheel caught in the sizzling tension that engulfed the car. "Padrino—" he began, but Rhys's growl silenced him.
"Leave us," he commanded, his tone laden with urgency. Andy nodded, stepping out of the car and closing the door behind him, the tinted windows shielding their intimacy from prying eyes.
Inside, the air was charged, heavy with anticipation. Rhys slowly shed his suit and shirt, revealing a body carved like a statue. "So perfect," he murmured, his eyes devouring her. Each inch of her skin felt like a canvas he wanted to worship, igniting the flames of desire within her.
"Come closer," she whispered, her voice sultry as she beckoned him. The moment hung like a promise, tantalizing and electric.
Meanwhile, outside, Tobi dashed toward the car, panic etched across his face as he banged on the window. "Lia! Are you okay?"
"Step aside!" Tobi demanded, urgency in his voice.
Andy remained a stone wall. "My master is in an important meeting. Please come with me," he replied, his expression unreadable.
Inside, Lia's fingers danced along Rhys's skin, sending heat waves cascading down his body. She bit her lip, steadying herself against the car door as Rhys's mouth found her neck, trailing kisses that made her dizzy with pleasure.
"Do you like this?" he teased, his voice a low growl. "Knowing they can hear us?"
Her only response was a breathless moan, body arching as she surrendered to the intoxicating currents of need zipping between them. Rhys's hands moulded perfectly to her waist, grounding her even as her cheeks flushed with undeniable thrill.
With each kiss and caress, the car became their private cocoon, the world outside fading away. Their movements grew frantic, rhythmically bouncing the car as passion culminated in a crescendo of gasps and cries—an exquisite symphony of desire.
They collapsed together, bodies entwined, panting in the aftermath of bliss, the scent of their ecstasy hanging thick in the air. "We should probably clean up," Lia joked breathlessly, glancing at the tattered remains of her dress.
Rhys grinned mischievously, pulling her closer just as she playfully blamed him for the chaos. "You loved every second of it," he replied, his fingers brushing her chin as he leaned in, hovering tantalizingly close.
Just as their lips were about to meet again, a startling crack echoed through the air. Rhys immediately sat up, pulling her onto his lap as he expertly draped his suit over her nude body, protecting her with his presence.
"Don't worry," he whispered, his voice calm yet firm. "The car is bulletproof."
Yet, the thrill of danger only deepened the heat between them, a wicked thrill that promised more.
Just then, Andy jumped into the driver's seat, his movements swift and precise. "We're leaving," he announced, starting the engine. The car sped away, with Lia clinging to Rhys, her heart pounding as they hurtled into the night, the echoes of their passion mingling with the thrill of danger.