chapter 11 'Let me ask you this, if I should pick from a million women, yourself inclusive, whom do you think I am going to pick?' Ana forced her lips close to prevent the smile that was gushing out. She

Chapter 10 He followed her out of the ongoing merriment. She had been at this venue more than a couple of times so she knew the environment quite well. When they were outside, their hands instinctively

Chapter 9 A reluctant separation ensued after she asked to excuse herself. Ana realized the full extent of her want when their bodies parted. It was a fierce battle. Her gingered bust was fighting her

Chapter 8 Before she could think of falling, Kwame hardened his grip, his other hand took the other side of her waist with a natural flare, making the trip look like a dance move that they planned to start

Chapter 7 Ana was not the type that used make-ups, but on the day of the dinner she wanted to try something different. She came out something different indeed. She appeared like a divinity. It was all

chapter 6 Around dawn Ana woke up, not on the sofa she last saw herself on but on her bed. A bolt of surprise flashed in her chest upon realizing where she was. In the dark recess of her bedroom, she wondered

Chapter 5 The following day was a normal one, and a normal day for Ana meant too busy in the morning to cook, two or three meetings in the course of the day plus one or two impromptu ones, lunch, call

Chapter 4 Home, she went straight to her room, which was so unusual of her. The routine was to check up on her blue-eyed boy, Joe, before she did anything. Joe heard her car come to a halt in the compound

Chapter 3 In a green Panama hat, a well pressed white top, and a pair of green trousers, the Security of Jona Group of Companies eased up in his tracks when the frontage of one of Ana's car revealed itself

Chapter 2 Ana was up before morning broke. She had been doing this for the past decade so it had become a part of her. Toasted bread with fried egg was all her busy day permitted. In the kitchen, while

Chapter 1 The tempting harmattan breeze strode silently through East Legon, Accra. Bodies that could not take the outrageous demands of the breeze had surrendered, and were busily and delightfully squeaking