All Chapters of Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Mokunfayo Badmus:With all the recent events going on around me, I didn't think anything anyone said could actually shock me anymore, but Mike's revelation totally threw me off guard and regardless of the fact that I'd already mentioned this over a thousand times, I knew other surprises could never hold a candle to this one. I was enthralled. "I…" I didn't know what to say. I was totally dumbstruck and my swaying announced that the shock was affecting me physically as well. "You should really rest your leg. You can't keep up with this position. Come, let me help you…" I didn't even know he had moved close enough until his right hand wrapped around my shoulders as he helped me steady. I wordlessly allowed him t

Mokunfayo Badmus:Mike was livid, I could tell. It was the danger force that radiated off him that made it so obvious. I plastered myself deeper into the wall after the small woman with short locks yelled in her heavily accented Yorùbá of how huge of a whore I was. She wasn't that far from the truth. "Bass, I'll warn you one last time, that woman isn't a whore." His tone was cold but deadly , he tried as much as possible to not associate with me, he warned her for the last time. How could she not see how angry the man she claimed to be her brother was?! "I know how my baby brother fights for the right of a woman! But I'm  calling a spade a spade. No slut will come between us to ruin the family bond we…" 

Almighty Mike:Even though I'd already predicted what her action would be, shit still stung deeper when it happened exactly as I had envisaged. I was sure that in her silence, she was judging me, crucifying me to every cross that there was and planning her safest escape route out of here with hopes that she would never see me again. I couldn't judge her. Every lady in her shoes would flee in the opposite direction after hearing the motivation behind my beautiful looking, double coloured, life size phoenix tattoo.I was stupid assuming that she would be fine with that aspect of my life just as she was fine with my past —which, now that I thought of it, were very different things— so I might as well bear the consequences. I was currently in my kitchen, cleaning the utens

Almighty Mike:"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Angel yelled as she banged the door repeatedly. Her frustrated voice, coupled with the surprising noise the show-off's expensive door was making, echoed down the almost-empty hallway.It even went as far as startling the sugar baby and daddy that seemed to be content with making out in the presence of an audience. I leaned on the wall opposite the door. Angel seemed to be keen on breaking down in boredom. This scene was not one of which I enjoyed. From entire floor screaming the kind of opulence that opresses a less fortunate guest; polished floors covered with fucking red carpets, overpriced paintings, boring colours, to the couple —in which the girl had to be a minor and the man a seventy-year old pig— insistent on peeling the skin off their respective faces, to

Mokunfayo Badmus:"Do you fucking mind?!" I yelled in near hysteria and stoned glares towards an unapologetic looking ex before dragging my stare towards my pale sister. "Shouldn't you be resting now?" I proceeded into the room after gaining my wits about me and tried to yank Richard as far away from Bisi as possible. I was only successful in embarrassing myself. "Mokunfayo, she is not a child." The asshat had the audacity to say. "She can make whatever decisions she pleases and just so you know, we've done a lot more than what you just witnessed." His smirk grew bigger by every word he said. I knew the fucker was gloating, but I wasn't ready to indulge him. "I'd like to speak to you, Bisi." I addressed my sister instead, but Bisi only averted my eyes and turned her face the other way.