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Chapter seventy-nine (I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:
I was feverish through the drive back to Mike's estate and it wasn't because I was coming down with common cold, I was just too eager to remain calm.
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-nine (II).
Almighty Mike:I'd thought I was making her up when I'd returned from my high and beheld Angel standing in a daze by the doorway in a denim jacket and short shorts, but when she swayed violently and crashed her side against the open doorway, I realised that she was indeed present, and
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty (I).
Mokunfayo Badmus:Regardless of my relative calmness in handling the entire incident that'd just went down in… the asshole's suite, and my rather dramatic exit from his line of sight, I'd barely raced my way to the deserted fire exit on the other end the building before giving into to all the emotions that clamored to be let out.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty (II).
It was crystal clear that it had always been Cordelia for him, I'd just been so blind by my own affection to see that all he'd offered me was only companionship; nothing compared to the all he showered his Cherry with and now that I knew better, my resolve was very simple;Reaching my neice and nephew as soon as possible and seizing the newness of the year to begin af
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty (III).
He should have considered that 'his deputy' had taught me a lot of self-defense before going all slimy on me.I didn't wait to hear his threatening yells before taking off into the building. His shrieks, however, somehow managed to alert a few of his loyal dogs that also happened to be part of the Archangel population I wasn't quite popular with.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-one (I).
Cordelia Bachor:"Fuhad! I order you to report here right now!" Micheal screamed into the receiver of the intercom for the umpteenth time.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-one (II).
Guilt was not an emotion I normally encountered; considering how I'd love half of my life splitting couples and wrecking many homes due to my line of work, but witnessing how Mike was tearing apart broke my heart and for the first time since forever, I felt like crap for being the one to blame everything;Right from the beginning, when I'd agreed to be Fuhad's puppet
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-one (III).
He entered with his infamous smirk fully on and I just knew that he'd somehow pulled a few strings to bring Mokunfayo back to witness… this.It just had to be him; there was no other way Mokunfayo would have gotten access into Mike's private space if she didn't have a key card that only an executive could access. Maybe Mokunfayo never even left in the first pla
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter eighty-two.
Almighty Mike.Fuhad, that fucking bastard, had been right; I didn't deserve her.
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