🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE TEN – A DIFFERENT KIND OF FIRE 💖🔥

Inemesit had changed again.

Gone was the floral dress. Gone were the soft curls and the light makeup.
In their place was something else entirely — a short skirt that stopped high on her thighs, a tight blouse that left little to the imagination, and that smirk.

That same smirk she had used to turn my head on the very first day.

She stood at the bottom of the staircase, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loose at her side. Her eyes glinted with something familiar — something dangerous.

“Emmanuel,” she said, her voice low and playful, “I thought about what you said. About today being special. And I want to show you how grateful I am.”

She walked toward me.

I stood there, transfixed like the Statue of Liberty — frozen, unable to move, unable to think, unable to remember why I had decided to do things differently.

She stopped inches from me. Reached up and placed a hand on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her palm through my shirt, could smell the perfume she had put on — something sweet, something floral, something that made my head spin.

“Now,” she whispered, “it is time to quench some fire.”

She turned and began to walk back toward her room, her fingers trailing from my chest to my arm, pulling me gently but firmly.

And like a sheep — like a foolish, hungry sheep — I followed.

But then something struck me.

Something deep in my chest. Not my heart — my conscience.

Emmanuel, a voice said, clear and steady. You want to do things right. Don’t follow your body. Follow your mind. Follow what you know is true.

I stopped.

My feet froze on the floor. My hand shot out and grabbed her wrist — gently, but firmly.

She turned, surprised.

“No,” I said.

Her smirk faltered.

“No?”

“No,” I repeated. “Things have changed, Inemesit. I have to do things differently now. I want to do things the right way.”

I could not read the expression on her face. She stared at me as if trying to read my mind, as if searching for the lie, the trick, the hidden agenda.

I forced myself to let go of her wrist.

“Go to your room,” I said, my voice softer now. “Freshen up. Do some house chores if you want. But rest early. Today was a long day.”