Each brother has a role to play in each stage of their little game. Stage 1 was to get their target to sleep with them in little to no time after meeting them. Stage 1 is completed by the brother who met the target first. And so far, they've never failed Stage 1. 

"Did I just hear you say you cooked?" 

 "I have to do everything I can to get through to her, so yes, we cooked together," Kwaku replied

 "Nah, I gotta put this in the group chat. You cooked? over some girl?, I have to meet her now. " Kwasi laughed 

 "Of course, but remember, I met her first, so I need time to study her more, then you can step in." 

 " So boss man, how was she in bed?"

 "It didn't happen, yet" Kwaku replied

 Kwasi started to laugh, "What? "Mr. it only takes one day", what happened?" 

"Well, she's different, so it might take some time," Kwaku replied

 "You sure you don't want me to take over now? You know, I got some tricks up my sleeve,"

 "There's no need to rush with her,"

 "Okay, if you say so, she better be worth our while. Tell me, what have you learned about her so far; I need to know every little detail about her before it's my turn. " 

 "For starters, she hates chocolates." 

 "Bruh chocolate, who hates chocolate."

 "She loves to go on long walks, she's never missed a day of church..." 

 "Hmm, you know what they say about those church girls" Kwasi commented

 "She wakes up at 4am to go to the gym almost every morning , she hates eye contact , she cooks at the homeless shelter most Saturdays, she's obsessed with Key and Peele, and she thinks Kevin Hart is corny" 

 "Oh no, not Kevin Hart, how am I supposed to get along with someone who thinks Kevin Hart is corny?" 

 "She's half Nigerian and half French, her favorite city is Montreal and she thinks zodiac signs are extremely stupid."  

"Now that I agree with," Kwasi replied

 "She comes off as an introvert, but she's actually an extrovert. Like I told you before, she has low self-esteem and is sometimes self-conscious about her body, I don't know why, yet"

 "Are you going to be the one to find out because I don't do that deep talk shit , that's not for me"

 "Oh, how can I forget, you're way too immature to handle conversations like that," Kwaku replied

 "Immature?, yet I'm the one mom chose to lead the New York office," 

 "Hmm, just for me to be the one to do all the work as usual." Kwaku snapped back 

 "You know what, let's not do this today. Is there anything else I have to know about her?"

 "She loves to talk, man does she love to talk, but every word that comes out of her mouth is intriguing, so someone like you will not get bored, I promise." 

 "Kwaku, let me ask you this: are you sure you want us to continue with her, I have a feeling this will get incredibly messy and complicated. You sound like you're interested in this girl. You've never gone into this much detail with the previous girls. You sound like you're in love with her. "

 "There's no such thing as falling in love. It is all a soc..' 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it is all social construct," 

 "I have to head back now," Kwaku replied

 "You better bring me back some actual food, not that little leftover you brought me from yesterday. She really is an amazing cook. " 

 "Yeah, but it was a little spicy, though, you know I hate spicy food." 

 "How the hell was that spicy?" Kwasi asked 

 "I told her not to make the food spicy moving forward, so remember that when you take over."

 "But you know I love spicy food...this is going to be tough" 

 "You'll be fine Kwasi, I'll see you later." 

 The next day came, and Kwaku tried again to make Stage 1 successful. Kwaku watched as Nalani cooked; the way she moved her fingers as she sliced the onions, the way she'd stop to taste what she's making and lick her lips and fingers. Kwaku was extremely turned on and wanted to know what her lips taste like. He moved in behind her and whispered, " I want you" in her ear, he turned her around, picked her up, and put on the kitchen counter. He placed kisses on her neck and lingered his fingers in her inner thighs. He felt the fullness of her breasts in his hand and how hard her nipples were getting. He grabbed her neck and whispered in her ears, " I want to be inside of you."

Nalani moved toward his ear and whispered back, " It's never going to happen."

 A wave of disappointment hit Kwaku as Nalani took his hands off of her and continued to cook.

 "I know you're probably used to getting what you want, Mr. Boateng, but I'm sorry, you can't have me "

 "Nalani, I apologize, I went too far, it's just your beauty is consuming,"

 "Let me make this easier for you , today will be my last day as your private chef, I can recommend and refer you to other amazing chefs " Nalani replied 

 "Nalani, please forgive me, give me one more chance, please," 

 "I really do respect you, but I don't think you're looking for a chef, I think you're for something else, and I am not that something else,"

 "One more chance, Nalani, that's all I ask," Kwaku begged 

 "Under one condition "

 "Anything," Kwaku replied

 "You have to come to church with me on Sunday"

"The problem is I have an important meeting on Sunday," 

 "It's been a pleasure cooking for you, Mr. Boateng, " Nalani said, taking off the apron

 "Alright, alright, I'll move my meeting."

 "Great" Nalani replied

 "I have a meeting in a few, I'll see you later, I can't wait to taste what you made today, it smells amazing , oh and before I forget, here are the keys to all areas of the Penthouse, and here's my card, use it to buy anything you want and anything you need. If you need the driver, press on the intercom, and he'll take you anywhere you want"

"But you already gave me money to get all the ingredients and supplies,"

 "I know, but this is for you," Kwaku replied, placing the card in her hand 

 "You know I can't accept this."

 "Well, I'm not taking my card back, so goodbye for now, and I'll see you later," 

 "Be safe," The moment she heard the elevator door close, Nalani felt like she could finally breathe. She felt a wave of anxiety taking over her body and had to talk to someone. 

"Alana! are you home, open the door" Nalani called out 

 "What are you doing here, I thought you were working today,"

 "I left the chicken in the oven and ran here," 

 "Babes breathe, is everything okay?" Alana asked 

 "I have to tell you something, but I need my best friend Alana, not Pastor Alana."

 "Oh shoot, I don't like the sound of this, what'd you do?" 

 " My new boss is seducing me, and it's working," Nalani said, falling into the couch 

 "Nalani! you've heard me preach about lust several times and how it only leads to destruction. "

 "I asked for my best friend , not my pastor."

 "For your sake, I have to be both right now," Alana replied 

 "You know me, I don't easily fall for these kinds of traps, that how I've remained a virgin all these years."

 "That's the devil honey, creeping into your life, and God is watching to see if you'll allow it to happen." 

"It's not even about him touching me. It's about the way we can talk about anything for hours and the way we laugh together." 

"Nalani, snap out of it. If the connection is truly genuine, why is he trying to seduce you then?"

 "Because he's a man," Nalani replied "And men will always be what?"

 "Men will always be men," 

 "Exactly" 

 "Let me head back before the chicken burns,"

 "No problem, and remember, don't let the devil in." Alana stressed out

 "I'll stop by after work," 

 "Okay honey, see you soon," Alana replied, giving Nalani a hug goodbye 

 As Nalani made her way back to the Penthouse, Kwaku went to visit his brother at the hotel again. 

 "How's it going bro"

 "Let's just say I officially failed stage 1 " 

 "We've never failed Stage 1 before. Well, you know what this means,"

 "I don't think we should do that yet," Kwaku replied 

 "You know we have to move on to Stage 2" 

"How about this? Give me one more week. If I still don't have her in bed by then, we'll move on to Stage 2"

 "Deal," Kwasi replied 

 On the way back, Kwaku decided to get Nalani roses as his final attempt for the night. 

 "Wow, okay, Chef Nalani, I see you. You're going to make me gain a lot of weight."

 "What do you have behind you?" 

 "Oh, just these," Kwaku said, pulling out the roses from behind him 

 "Blue roses!, these are gorgeous," 

 "I knew you'd like them, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier. It's not in my character to act the way I did," Kwaku explained 

 " I understand, you're forgiven. My job is done...enjoy and I'll see you tomorrow"

 " Wait, you're not staying for dinner,"

 "I should really head home," Nalani said, grabbing her purse

 "So, you're just going to leave me here to eat all this food all alone."

 "Okay, I'll stay but only for 30 minutes." Nalani replied 

" Fair enough, do you prefer red or white wine?"

 " Oh, I don't drink alcohol," Nalani replied

 "Hmm, you just keep getting more and more interesting," 

 They spent the whole night together,talking without noticing the time go by. 

 "I'll get started on the dishes," 

 "No need, I'll call one of the attendants to come up and take care of it," Kwaku insisted. 

 "You're kidding right , it's 3am , I mean, I know you're a billionaire and all, but you can still wash dishes, you know." Nalani laughed

 "No comment," Kwaku replied 

 "Get up and let's start washing these dishes." Nalani insisted 

 Kwaku's phone began to ring, and when he saw it was his mother, he started breathing rapidly. Nalani grabbed his hand and started rubbing her palms against his. "Thank you. I needed that,"

 "Who's got you so scared and worked up?" Nalani asked

 "Scared? seriously? no, " Kwaku nervously replied   

"You know it helps to talk about it. Talking about it will take away the anxiety and prevent your panic attacks. If you don't want to talk to me, I can refer you to an amazing team of therapists. "

 "I don't mind telling you, but it's a long story"

 "I love long stories" Nalani replied