🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE ELEVEN – THE WALLS COME DOWN 💖🔥

Her eyes flickered. Something crossed her face — surprise? Pain? I could not tell.

“I have been thinking,” I continued, “and I now realize how insulting it was for a married man to ask someone like you to be his girlfriend. What was I thinking? What did I think would happen? That we would date? That we would hold hands in public? That I would introduce you to my friends?”

I laughed — a bitter, hollow laugh.

“No. I was not thinking about you at all. I was thinking about myself. About what I wanted. About how good you made me feel.”

I looked down at my hands.

“A married man asking a single woman to be his girlfriend… what does that mean? It means he wants to eat his cake and have it. It means he wants to keep you in the shadows while he lives his life in the light. It means he wants to mortgage your future for his own pleasure.”

My voice cracked.

“And that is not fair to you, Inemesit. You deserve more than shadows. You deserve more than secrets. You deserve a man who can stand beside you in the sunlight, not one who has to hide you in the dark.”

I finally looked up at her.

She had not moved. She was still standing by the door, still watching me, still unreadable. But her eyes — her eyes were soft. Pools of something deep and warm and dangerous.

“So I am sorry,” I said. “I am sorry for asking. I am sorry for putting you in this position. I am sorry for every time I looked at you and saw only what my body wanted. Please… forgive me.”

I could not maintain eye contact anymore. I looked away — at the wall, at the floor, at my wristwatch, anywhere but her face.

Her beauty was too much. Too bright. Too blinding.

I could see her soul in her eyes — an innocent soul, a wounded soul, a soul that had been beaten down by life but had refused to die. And looking at it made me feel like the smallest, most selfish man in the world.

“I should go,” I said, turning toward the door. “Goodnight, dear.”

I took one step toward the door.

And then I felt it.

A hand. Warm. Soft. Wrapped around my wrist.

I stopped.