MIRA POV
It was quiet in the house. The soft hum of the AC, the faint clinking of cutlery from the kitchen below—it all felt surreal. I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, my fingers tracing the delicate embroidery of the sheets, replaying the last few days in my mind.
Akanni. Just the thought of him made my pulse quicken, even after all we had been through. The divorce with Bukky had left a heavy weight in the house, an emptiness that no amount of work or routine could fill. And yet… I had been there for him through every private breakdown, every sleepless night, every moment of grief that he refused to share with anyone else.
I remembered the first night he broke down completely, after Bukky had left for good. He hadn't even cared about appearances then. His composure, that unshakable aura that everyone saw, had crumbled in front of me. Tears streaked his face, his usually steady hands trembling as he sank into the couch, utterly defeated.
"You're not supposed to be like this," I had whispered, sitting beside him, letting my hand rest on his back. He had looked at me, eyes raw and vulnerable, and for the first time, I saw the man behind the empire—the man Akanni Bamidele, feared and revered, stripped of armor.
"You have no idea how much I love you, Mira," he had said then, his voice hoarse. His fingers found mine, gripping tightly as though afraid to let go. "You are just too beautiful… thank you for everything."
I had held his hands, allowing him to bury his face in them, and the intensity of his emotion had burned through me. The way he kissed my hands, long and lingering, had been unlike anything I had ever experienced. I had seen power, control, and authority in him, but that moment revealed tenderness, desperation, and trust.
And then… the night had come.
I remembered the way he had entered the bedroom, tense but careful, the kind of restrained energy that belonged to someone carrying both desire and guilt. Our eyes had met, and for a moment, the world outside had ceased to exist. Slowly, deliberately, we had drawn closer. His lips had found mine in a kiss that was soft at first, exploratory, and then consuming, as though he had been holding back a lifetime of longing.
I had guided him, feeling the heat of his body against mine, the way his hands sought mine, gripping gently but firmly. Every touch, every movement had been a mix of hunger and hesitation, desire and restraint. I had seen a side of him that no one else could—vulnerable, real, human.
As the night deepened, he had allowed himself to surrender to the moment. There had been laughter, whispers, stolen kisses, and a shared sense of discovery. Every sensation, every heartbeat, had been magnified, leaving me breathless and exhilarated.
Afterward, we had lain there in silence, tangled in each other, the weight of the world momentarily lifted. He had pressed his forehead to mine, murmuring my name softly, and for the first time in weeks, I had felt like I truly belonged.
Now, as I sat on the bed, replaying those memories, I realized how profoundly our connection had changed. Akanni had chosen me—not out of convenience, not out of pity, but because he saw me, fully, and trusted me with his heart. It was a heavy, sacred responsibility, and yet I felt a thrill at being the one he had chosen after everything.
The intimacy we had shared hadn't been just physical—it had been emotional, spiritual, a merging of our vulnerabilities and strengths. I could feel the subtle echo of it still in my body, in the warmth that lingered on my skin, in the way my heartbeat raced at the mere thought of him.
He had opened himself to me in a way he had never done with anyone else. And in return, I had opened myself to him completely, without fear or hesitation.
I leaned back, closing my eyes, and let a quiet smile form on my lips. This was our moment. Our truth. And despite the chaos of the past, despite the shadows of divorce and heartbreak, despite everything Bukky and Demi represented in the outside world, I knew this: Akanni and I had something real, something unshakeable.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace—because I was with him, and he was finally mine.