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.
There were a lot of questions running through my head; how I felt so sure that I was in love when earlier that day I'd still been questioning my feelings, or how it came to be that my heart chose a murderer to beat for, what the next step was after disclosing to him that I felt the same way he felt for, what the future held for us, if he was going to break it off with Cordelia to be with me…
The lots of questions were the kind I didn't have answers to, but for the first time in forever, I wasn't bothered about this fact, I was just very eager to get to Mike and tell him my latest discovery. Seeing the look on his face when I told him I loved him was the
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.I collapsed on to the top of the rusty staircase, that had collected enough dust to shade my skin a tone lighter, and let all of it out;—The tears.It was first of bitterness and anger; I felt so angry that someone I trusted enough to feel for would actually betray me in such a manner.What manner exactly, y'all aren't even together.
Cordelia:"Fuhad! I order you to report here right now!" Micheal screamed into the receiver of the intercom for the umpteenth time.And for the umpteenth time as well, I visibly flinched at the murderous intent he seemed to be loaded with.It wasn't as if I was scared of Micheal lashing out at me in frustration when I decided to sit as far away from him as possible and not interfere in his nervous break down since Mokunfayo had left the room.I was perched on the satin sheets of his bed, all jittery like a bundle of nerves, because I felt really bad.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 wi
Almighty Mike.Fuhad, that fucking bastard, had been right; I didn't deserve her.I didn't deserve everything I had either as it came from hurting the people I loved, but admitting all that crap to myself didn't help the hurt go away.If anything, it only doubled up and spread through my entire being that it became very difficult to even breathe. All I needed was another chance to see her one more time and assure her that she was the only woman I had ever loved and will forever love, but I knew the chances of that were very slim now that she was out of the estate.Angel was determined to leave and never come back; it would be very hard to track her whereabouts and she had made it clear that she never wanted to see my face again.
Almighty Mike:Even after we had now settled into metal benches at the waiting area as the family members for Angel, Trigger still kept staring at me like I'd grown two heads and the other head became permanent. I guess I'd really surprised him by such a show of weakness, but then I'd surprised myself as well.I hadn't expected to throw caution to the wind and sob in Broad daylight, and that in the presence of a subordinate, but I'd had it coming from years of suppressing the urge to;That was why I hadn't been able to stop when the dams broke. The tears flowed freely until the reservoir went dry, but I felt lighter and my head felt clearer to think about positives.Trigger had, in a calmer tone, explained how he'd come to find several people hovering around a deserted expressway
Almighty Mike.The brightly colored room was deathly silent as both occupants of the room, seated on woven basket chairs that were opposite each other, had busied themselves with a battle of death like stares. Fuhad didn't look like he was going to give up soon, and I definitely wasn't going to back out from a challenge like this without coming up as the victor;At least not a challenge with Fuhad involved."You can not do this Micheal!" He finally thundered without breaking his stare. "You will not even dare–""I can and I will, Fuhad." I blatantly cut him off. "Considering your recent evil deeds and all your illegal activities to which you've funded with the estate's resources, consider yourself lucky that I'm merciful enough to give you a way out."
Mokunfayo Badmus:"I don't deserve you, Angel. I don't deserve your heart," he sniffed slightly and gently pressed his lips to the back of my palm before slowly placing it where he'd picked it up from.I struggled around for what to say, but found out that I didn't have anything appropriate.I just wasn't expecting Mike to shed tears when I was around. Hell, I was used to believing Almighty Mike wasn't capable of tears!"I'm sorry about that though," he sheepishly apologised for his unexpected behaviour after a noisy sniff. "It's just been… I've been so psyched with a lot of emotions lately and I was so scared that I was going to lose you; that I wouldn't ever get to see you again and it was just so…"He trailed off proba
Mokunfayo Badmus:"We've done a full body checkup miss. I've sincerely never seen a faster recovery from such a serious accident before." Doctor Deji, Ayodeji precisely informed with a face beaming with joy."It has been seven months doctor," I replied with slight disinterest. "And I still look like a Tiger with all these scars on me.""Well, considering… all that has been–""Considering how my hands will remain shaky for life, how my fallopian tubes are equally damaged for life and how your shrinks are pretty certain that I've got PTSD?" I completed for him and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat."The scars will take a while to go away, considering how fast it was to heal from all the wounds, it won't take t
Mokunfayo Badmus:I was cool with Cordelia, even before she died; regardless of the fact that she once told me—on an impromptu visit with Bisi—that she was flaunting Mike on purpose to show me how much of a gem I'd foolishly thrown away, I still mourned, in my own way, when I heard of her passing two weeks ago;It was probably because she 'dashed' me her personal journal—on that same visit with Bisi—and that account gave me a glimpse of the horrors she'd lived through till the point where she discovered of her ailment, or probably because after all I'd read of her, I couldn't find it in me to blame or judge or hate her, but we were cool.However, regardless of the fact that I bore no grudges with the deceased, and I also felt bad about the painful course of her passing, I wasn't intent on attending her funer