🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
CHAPTER 7&8
•In Bryan’s Car•
Trisha found herself in the car. How she got in, no one knows but after she heard him saying those words that seemed hard to grasp, she saw herself in the car.
Bryan hasn’t joined her, so it’s just herself biting her nails, almost peeling off her skin too.
She’s thinking. How does he even know her name because she’s hell sure she didn’t tell him. Or did Ann scream her name loud for anyone to hear?
Bryan finally entered the driver’s space, filling the atmosphere with his scent.
Scent she can’t decipher what.
“You don’t know where I stay”Trisha mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
“I know where you stay”he replied, placing on his seat belt like some respecter of law.
He leaned closer and she gasped, suddenly becoming scared. Bryan noticed her reaction and scoffed.
He reached out for the seat belt on her side and helped her buckle it.
His large hands brushed her little boobs. Just maybe it was a mistake.
Bryan started the car.
He doesn’t drive slow. He doesn’t drive fast either. It’s just in-between.
“Why’d you say you own me just like that?”Trisha tried killing the boredom. Really, he’s too quiet for her liking.
“You bumped into me, Trisha. Before then, I was mad at something and after then,I became cool. Let that stick to your head that there’s something about you that I won’t let go”he plainly replied.
Trisha blinked, confused, scared and surprised.
What does he mean? Cause one can definitely not see a girl and claim her, right?
And it’s definitely not the L word he’s talking about. How’s that even possible?
“Ummm… you stay on campus?”She asked.
“No”he replied. He’s not looking at her but at least he’s answering her.
He’s not so bad afterall.
“The snacks you bought…wanna give em to your girlfriend?”Trisha continued.
“You love questions”he glanced at her and focused back on the pavement.
Trisha decided to zip her lips.
She looked out through the window, staring at the beautiful London.
Since he doesn’t wanna answer her questions, she’ll just look away.
•Restaurant•
Ann walked out with bag-filled hands.
She strolled to where she parked her bike, hanging the bags on the bike’s handles.
After doing that, she hopped on her bike. She was placing on her helmet when her keys fell off.
“Damn you,keys”she groaned and jumped down, not bothering to take off her helmet.
“Wish I have the new bike model, I’m fúcking tired of taking stupid ignition keys wherever I go and…”that was all she could say, because as she tried standing up, her helmet brushed a guy on the belly.
He groaned. His car remote control fell off his hands.
“Dude, you blind or something?!”he snapped, disgusted.
Ann removed her helmet, revealing her pretty face.
Freddy’s knitting brows lit in realization that she’s a girl.
Ann went down, picked his car key and stood up, throwing it in his jacket pocket which was on a side of his chest.
“I’m not ‘dude’”she airquoted and rolled her eyes.
“And dummy, didn’t you see someone here before you brought your annoying self? Huh?”she leaned, raising her toes and neck to stare at his eyes.
His eyes ran through hers. Her eyes did too.
Not for anything but because he’s Freddy, her crush.
Freddy wanted to laugh, but he smiled instead.
Ann scoffed and moved back. “Dummy, smiling doesn’t suit you. You should check yourself in the mirror”she said.
Freddy opened his mouth to talk.
“There’s no need to paint your face to play the part of a monster”she continued.
“Jeez!”Freddy yelled.
“Yeah”she nodded and placed back her helmet on.
“I’m Freddy”He chuckled and stretched his palm for a handshake.
“I know you. BMW’s Bestie for life. Third year English student in CIAS”Ann said, she got on her bike, starting it.
“Guess I’m famous then”Freddy mumbled, pocketing that hand.
“You wish”she replied.
“Can I know the name of the witch derogating my life?”Freddy said.
“Ann. And never cross my path again cause I might just beat you up”she said and removed her helmet again.
“I don’t do guys”she mouthed, wore her helmet and zoomed off.
Freddy watched her in surprise and admiration.
His mouth refused to close up.
•Kelly’s Home~Bedroom•
Kelly groaned out, rolling from side to side on his bed.
After his stupid encounter with Collins, he came home straight, rolling and groaning.
How did Collins find out?
What’s Collins gonna do if he doesn’t help him to cheat?
How dangerous is Collins?
All these kept on whispering in Kelly’s ears consecutively.
But then,Bryan.
Byran also knows his secret and he’s kept it for two years now. That’s why he never questioned whatever Bryan wants him to do.
Even recently, Bryan asked for Trisha’s info and he gave him so why’d he betray who covered his secret and even acquit him?.
“Gawd help me”Kelly muttered.
•Bryan’s Residence•
“Quiet arsehole, I’m home”Freddy announced immediately he entered.
He looked around the large living room and rolled his eyes.
“Bet he doesn’t even come out. His Atelier is his home”he scoffed and walked to the kitchen.
He got to the fridge searching for a particular snack.
Bryan doesn’t do snacks so there’s no other snack except for one pack of Goldfish. Cupcake flavor.
Freddy frowned in disappoinment and picked it anyway.
He walked back to the living room, falling on a couch.
He opened the pack with a shrug, picked out a cracker and almost ate it.
He heard a loud bang and the full pack fell off his hand, even the one he almost ate.
“füç?, you almost killed me”Freddy glared at Bryan who walked down the staircase calmly like a gentleman.
He’s only in joggers so his chest to his V-line is damn visible.
He’s too ???y.
“I wish I was a girl. I’m not surprise why Yollie can’t do without you”Freddy winked at him. He literally puked.
“Yollie baby”Freddy raised his brows and brought them down, consecutively.
“You’re still mad. What are you doing here?”Bryan got to the living room and sat on a couch far from Freddy.
Freddy picked the snack pack and jumped to sit with Bryan, he rolled his eyes.
Freddy crossed his arms over Bryan’s shoulders.
“C’mon, is that how you welcome your bestie? Remember we both own this place. No,we three, Yollie included”Freddy said. Bryan’s eyes darkened, he pushed Freddy away.
He landed his butt on floor, laughing.
“Dude”he groaned playfully.
“Leave my house”Bryan glared.
“Wow, you’re better. Last time I annoyed you, you almost burnt me”Freddy sat back on the couch, beside Bryan.
“I know you miss me,you’re just a dickhead to admit that. Why’d you buy my favorite snack if you weren’t anticipating my arrival?hmm?”he asked.
Bryan didn’t reply.
“But quiet arsehole, this isn’t my brand. I love cheddar and you know it”He added, tasted the cracker and made faces, spitting it out.
“There was one cheddar left, I gave it to a girl…”Bryan muttered.
Freddy sat up.
“Quiet arsehole!”he screamed.
“So you could quit calling me that annoying name”Bryan continued.
“Dude, why?”Freddy frowned.
“For damn sake, you’re a guy. Quit sweet things”Bryan rolled his eyes.
Freddy threw the pack away angrily and leaned back on the couch.
“I met a crazy girl today”he said.
“You always meet crazy girls.”Bryan said.
“Like Yollie?”Freddy smiled teasingly and Bryan stood up, walking back upstairs.
“This girl’s crazier!”Freddy called after him.
“Not ma business”Bryan replied without looking back.
“I won’t call Yollie again”Freddy laughed.
“still not listening”Bryan said.
“I’m not calling Yollie!”Freddy screamed. Bryan fully disappeared.
“I didn’t say Yollie!”he added.
“Wait, did BMW leave without creating an ugly scene? He didn’t break anything? Or even smash something on my head?”Freddy muttered.
“Well, can’t wait for the drama between him and Yollie… what stupid modeling stuff is keeping her in France? She’s pretty my foot”he chuckled to himself.
•Next Day~CIAS•
Ann and Trisha are doing a little stroll.
Trisha got her Airpods in both ears, listening to ‘Brown Skin Girl’ as usual. It’s like the song was for her. Alone.
She’s also with a pack of Goldfish crackers. Cheddar flavor actually. She’s getting addicted.
But same time, she’s listening to Ann who wouldn’t stop talking about her encounter with Freddy.
“He’s so crazy. How dare he ask me if I was blind? Humph, me Ann!”Ann bragged.
“Geez Annie, you’ve been talking about this issue since yesterday!”Trisha complained.
“So? I shouldn’t? Miss Africa, you should support me on this. I’ve been crushing on him for a week now. SECRETLY. Then seeing me at first sight, he asked if I was blind. Oooh!”Ann touched her chest.
Trisha laughed, and moved her head to the song playing in her ears.
“You’ll laugh! Because the song you’re listening to is about you not me”Ann snapped.
“Jealous?”Trisha stuck out her tongue.
“Yunno what? I’m no longer crushing on Freddy. It’s canceled, Zeero. I understand you now, Bryan is Brown and his friend is Fried not Freddy because he looks like his heart is fried! Rubbish”Ann said.
“You talk more than I do, Annie”Trisha rolled her eyes.
“I won’t talk again”she muttered.
“Better”Trisha said.
“But..”Ann tried talking but Trisha already ran to whoever is waving her from afar, screaming ‘Axel’.
“For real! You left me for speaking the truth?”Ann yelled, running after her.
Meanwhile Michelle and July stood afar, watching them.
They both scoffed but Michelle’s was the loudest.
“Wait till Yolanda gets back, the black bitch happy smile will die within a sec”Michelle scoffed again.
“Are you really supporting Yolanda?”July asked.
“You think? I just want her attention on the black bitch. While she’s planning on how to get rid of her, I’ll be flirting with BMW”Michelle said.
July raised a brow.
“If BMW doesn’t füç? me before we graduate, I’ll die. Remember this is our last year, I have to be quick”Michelle continued.
“Isn’t this getting a little bit serious?”July asked.
Michelle’s phone buzzed, interrupting her from talking. She looked at it and smirked.
“Finally,she’s back”she moaned.
“Wow”July nodded.
“C’mon Jul. Let’s go welcome the queen of doom”Michelle sprinted away. July shook her head, smiling. She followed.
•Walters Hotels And Resorts•
•Headquarter•
The Walters headquarters is the largest in London. It rises in the heart of London’s financial district, a glass and stone masterpiece.
The building stands fifty floors high and at the top is the bold insignia ‘W’ that glows softly at nights.
Hefty body guards mounted every nook and cranny, guiding the company with their lives.
Employees in tailored suits moved swiftly, through the golden-lit corridors.
Finally,the golden door slips open. Like ten body guards walked out first.
Then Dax Walters followed behind.
Dax Walters is the first son of the Walters family, the elder brother to Bryan.
He’s the CEO of Walters hotels and resorts, twenty seven years old.
Hot. Charming. Influential.
Like other ten body guards stepped behind him, all shooing off the unending reporters flashing cameras non-stop.
Well no one dared crossed the velvet line that guards the entrance.
Dax smirked.
He’s too hot and he knows that. He could see and hear the female reporters begging him to look at them or füç? them.
He is dressed in a charcoal tailored suit, polished black shoes, dark dyed hair and dark eyeglasses that hid his sharp eyes.
Noticeably, his cufflinks are engraved with the company’s signature, ‘W’.
Dax and his body guards got to the black Rolls-Royce waiting, the driver opened the back door for him and he entered.
“Straight home”he muttered. The driving started.
Dax removed his glasses, checking his phone.
Mom: Bryan really wants us down. He’s still not gonna bend to the proposal.
Dax read that and sighed, falling his head backward on the seat’s head rest.
“That boy”he muttered.
•Evening•
Trisha walked alone, taking pictures of the street with her Polaroid camera.
Ann would have followed her but she doesn’t want that.
Even after she ran to Axel earlier, Ann followed her and pulled her away, she didn’t get to talk with him.
A black car parked beside her. She looked by her side and squinted.
Well, that was all Trisha could do at that time because two unfamiliar guys in balaclava masks emerged from the back door.
This second, Trisha was squinting, in another second, she was bundled like a thing into the car.
The car sped off.
*
Trisha slowly opened her eyes to see herself on a chair?
She’s not hurt and she’s glad but then, why’s she tied behind?
Why’s her mouth gagged?
Why’s the room or wherever this place is dark and choky?
The room smells of gin and cigarettes. She could hear crackling sounds, like laughter or something.
Trisha had no choice but to struggle and hum, telling whoever are abductors that she’s awake.
“Ohhh, you’re awake”A guy said. Another one followed him, keeping same pace with him.
The first one has a Torchlight piercing the light straight to Trisha’s face, so it was hard seeing their faces.
But one thing Trisha knows… She’s kidnapped!
Why? How?
“You’re a good sleeper. Not me almost kissing your lashes”The second gleefully said.
Trisha batted her lids.
“Keep your cock, dummy. We don’t know her, we only did as instructed”The first hit him, he chuckled.
“Buh I’m sure fúcking her after this”he replied, Trisha almost fainted.
Sounds of faint clicking heels filled the air. Looks like not only one person is coming.
The guys moved away from Trisha and lights came on.
Trisha could see the guys. Strangers. Maybe hired abductors.
Then three people entered.
The girl she bumped into few days ago, after hitting Bryan.
Another girl, smiling just like her, looking familiar. Maybe she’s also a student of CIAS.
Then a slut looking lady. Tall, a little bit chubby, glowing white skin, undoubtedly beautiful.
But note, her beauty is nowhere close to an innocent beauty, she looks like a devil’s heiress.
Black polished nails,long enough to poke the eyeballs, sharp eye liner, lips painted black and fierce.
Her heels are so long and it’s like the pencils are gonna break anytime soon, but nah, she walked perfectly.
She’s in a slim gown that exposed her shape, open v-neck exposing her cleavage and Trisha’s sure her dress is an open back.
She’s beautiful but not curvy. Infact Trisha’s gonna beat her times ten on that.
“She’s actually black”Her venomous voice filled the four corners of the room.
Trisha had goosebumps immediately, not because she’s scared of her.
Nah, Trisha’s a bitch on her own.
She just knows this is Bryan’s girlfriend. She’s sure!
“And her color stinks”Yolanda continued.
Michelle burst into laughter, July only smiled a not so genuine one.
“I told you, right?”Michelle said.
The guys stared at Trisha like she’s a meal to be devoured.
Yolanda walked forward,Trisha could swear she could see her panty.
It’s a lace. Black in color.
Yolanda leaned and removed the plaster covering Trisha’s mouth.
“Who the hell are you?”Trisha glared.
Yolanda smirked and chuckled.
“Newbie? Cause who doesn’t know me?”she scoffed.
“Well I don’t. You don’t look like someone to be known”Trisha replied.
Michelle frowned. “You’ve got guts!”she marched forward,almost slapping her but Yolanda stopped her, still keeping that smirk.
“You’re not hurt, thanks to me. You’re alive, thanks to me. And if you stay alive, same, thanks to me. But I don’t think that’s gon’ happen”Yolanda said, Trisha seethed.
“But I can change my mind if you promise never to see my boyfriend again. You’re too black and cheap to be füç?ed by him”Yolanda continued.
“What…what are you talking about?”Trisha turned calm.
“Stay away from Bryan. My sweetheart”Yolanda moved away.
Trisha didn’t grasp that.
“Bryan’s my boyfriend”Yolanda added.
TBC…
