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Chapter seventy-seven (I).
Almighty Mike.
By the time Angel was done with her narration, she was already a sorry mess of tears. I couldn't tell if she was really mourning the dead murderers or it was just plain sorrow and guilt, but I knew neither was necessary.
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Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapt seventy-seven (II).
"Angel–" I tried to say something, but she interrupted me by resuming the onslaught on my lips and exploration of my naked chest. I was really tempted to give in, but I figured I would be taking advantage of her vulnerability if I did and wouldn't be any different from the man that'd forced himself on her years ago.It took the knowledge that she was proba
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-seven (III).
Even when she stood right in front of me, her golden eyes daring me to act on my carnal desires, I still stood rigid, too astonished to even blink. It didn't help that her eyes travelled down to the tent my member had pitched over at my nether region and came back up to meet mine with a brightness that seemed to me taunting me."Now that we've established that y
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-eight.
Mokunfayo Badmus:Even if I would rather they killed me instead of admitting it, I really had been trying to distract myself from the entirety of the transitioning from the last year to this one. I really didn't want to dwell on the fact that the rose coloured glass at which I'd viewed the world in had shattered to a thousand pieces in just one nigh
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-eight (II).
After going through the entire conversation I came to understand how much I really hated my sister's guts, how much of a naive idiot I was trusting a man that killed and and stole for a living, and how of a mistake I'd made agreeing to come back to this hellhole of a place instead of jumping on the next available plane to some island across the globe with Amaka and Stephen when I'd had the chance to.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect Chapter seventy-eight (III).
Mokunfayo Badmus:"Uhm… wh–what are you doing here?" Was Bisi's unique way of wishing me a good morning.
Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect 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.
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.
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