🇳🇬🤎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 39&40
Her second puppet???
Yolanda held her head with both hands, her eyes went shut on their own.
She tried taking it all in her head, but it’s too much.
She can’t.
“July? My half sister?”she said.
“July told me you’ve talked to each other often. That’s good”Ronald said.
“Dad!”Yolanda screamed.
“Hey, step sis. I’m July Dawson”July smirked at her.
Yolanda walked forward, she did too.
Yolanda stopped at first, baffled at her boldness. Then she smiled.
A mean one.
“You’ll regret coming here, I promise”she murmured.
“I’ll enjoy it. I’ll also enjoy watching you lose everything— BMW and dad.”July whispered and walked away.
Yolanda turned to Ronald who was already on a call with Selena, both discussing the upcoming wedding.
She calmed a little. That’s what she loves.
July should just wait, Yolanda’s gonna break her soon.
She walked back to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs.
Ronald must answer her questions today.
•July’s Room•
July walked in and jumped on the bed, swinging her legs.
She’s too happy.
She felt so relieved talking back to Yolanda.
füç?, she’d have been like this from the very beginning.
Talking back to someone sometimes is good.
July will surely stalk Yolanda, know her plans and expose them to Trisha.
At least she’ll gain Trisha’s trust, then Kelly.
The thought of Kelly made her remember the scene with him earlier. Her cheeks flushed.
“Ouuuu”she squealed.
•Bryan’s Residence~Private Room•
The door was slowly opened and Bryan’s red eyes darted to the direction.
“Who let you in?”he threw the question to Michelle who immediately gulped.
“Freddy”she swallowed.
“Then what are you doing here? Turn and leave”he glared before turning back to his laptop.
Michelle immediately became horny. Just how cruel and ???y his voice sounds.
Something in her whispered ‘run’.
But she’s so down in seducing BMW. She badly wants him.
She walked forward, throwing off her gown— thank fúck it’s a loose one.
In no time, her gown was on the floor, she’s left in bikinis.
The best she has. Those are what she bought for the pool party but she put them on today to impress Bryan.
Bryan didn’t notice she hadn’t left, not until he felt her behind.
Before she could touch him, he already caught the hand, flipping her.
She flew away, landing brutally on the floor.
Bryan then noticed her dressing. His lips curled into a mean smirk as he removed his ear cans.
He stood up.
Michelle knew she was doomed for sure. She quickly sat on her butt, moving backwards slowly.
“BMW, I swear it was a mistake. It’s the wrong room”she rushed her words.
Bryan got to her and squatted before her, pulling her up by her hair.
She started crying.
“Guess you couldn’t grasp what my Little Angel said to you days ago”Bryan coldly said, his fists folded on her hair.
Michelle could feel her hair pulling away from her scalp. She yelped in pain.
“Huh?”she cried.
“That you have plastic strings and I’ll never trade her for someone like you”he replied and…
BAM!
Without mercy, he slammed her head on the wall.
She literally died.
Okay, he did that with a little bit of mercy.
Michelle felt her skull break. She doesn’t know but she could feel blood dripping from her head, behind.
It’s flowing to her back.
“Ahhhh”she screamed, closing her eyes tightly.
Bryan almost killed her there by slamming her till she gives up. His demons ordered him to do that, if not for anything but to calm the sudden anger boiling in him.
He’s boiling inside. All because of everything in his head.
Axel, Ronald and his daughter, Selena, Dax…
And now Michelle is here. Perfect for him to vent everything happening to him on her.
But why’s something in him stopping him?
Why isn’t he doing it?
“BMW pleaseee. Don’t kill me, I swear I didn’t know!”Michelle weakly cried. She already turned pale on that spot, struggling to balance her toes on the floor.
She’s literally floating. Her scalp stings. She’s choking.
Bryan threw her away, turning his back on her.
“Stay one more second, your right hand will be useless”he muttered.
Michelle immediately started crawling out, coughing and breathing hard.
She hadn’t fully left when Bryan shot her right arm.
At least, that should calm him.
Michelle screamed but never stopped moving, grabbing her shot arm until she finally left.
Bryan paced the room, he got to his laptop and picked it, slamming it on the table.
It scattered, the keys flew around the room. He kicked the chair away.
He went straight to his Atelier.
His Atelier is not the same. Strange drawings and silhouettes are now few.
Trisha’s drawings are almost everywhere.
On board. Walls.
Her front view, back view, face zoom, full drawing…
Times she’s smiling, laughing, pouting, taking cameras, frowning…
This is Trisha’s world.
Bryan tore out a drawing from the wall and walked to his long stool, barely sitting on it.
His eyes squinted as he stared at the picture.
There, Trisha’s eyes are partly closed. She’s drenched. She’s carried in a bridal style.
The day he found out her weakness. The day he was stalking her.
He rubbed the picture, being calmed by it.
His lips curled in a small smile, his eyes caught a blunt pack on the table and a lighter by its side. He picked the pack, thought for a while before throwing it back on the table.
His eyes went back to the paper and he almost flew to Windsor to bring back Trisha.
What will she be doing with the simp now? He badly wanna go back to that room, remove the drive in the ruined laptop and insert it in another to watch them.
Bryan sighed slowly.
A few hours of leaving Trisha won’t hurt.
Or will it?
•The living room•
Michelle finally crawled down the stairs after hours of battling with a wounded arm and head.
Jeremy, who walked out of the kitchen with chicken in his hand, stopped walking.
“Damn, ???y arse what happened?”he asked.
“Leave me alone!”Michelle screamed.
“Sowie”he rolled his eyes and walked past her.
Michelle groaned, she stood up, using all strength to walk out.
She’ll have to visit the clinic and after that, visit the two guys who abducted Trisha when Yolanda came back from France.
Yeah, Trisha will pay.
•Evening~Windsor•
The group walked together, observing things and noting them down.
The tiny street lights gleamed, flickering like fairies blessing the evening.
Ella looked the happiest as she held Trisha and Axel on the right and left hand respectively.
She’s in their middle.
Kiki’s in the castle, currently asleep in her kitty bed, which one of the castle’s maids had prepared.
Axel’s eyes stayed on Trisha. They had already talked, she’d told him to forget the past he had with Bryan.
She’d supported Bryan AGAIN— but Axel doesn’t care about that, as long as she’s forgiven him— he’ll forget things.
But the feelings, it’s still there. He wants Trisha. He doesn’t like how she brags and talks about Bryan.
He’s jealous.
Trisha’s eyes met his and she flashed a friendly smile.
“This is the best day!”Ella screamed.
“We should cross Eton Bridge,”one of the girls said.
“We can divide, not everyone loves seeing the river”Axel glanced at Trisha who smiled, pleased.
The second guy started walking towards the road of the bridge, the two girls followed him, eager to see the river.
“But I wanna see the River too”Ella frowned at her brother.
“Ella, Trish…”he tried explaining.
“I’m disappointed”she snapped and ran away.
“Ella!”the two chorused.
“She’s like that sometimes, lemme calm her madness”Axel told Trisha and ran after Ella.
Trisha chuckled and started walking, enjoying the evening breeze.
She walked past cafés, inhaling the smell of pastries and coffee. Children never stopped chasing pigeons.
Street musicians entertained passers-by and a few generous ones kept a few notes and coins before them.
Trisha fetched out a few pound notes, dropping too.
She walked past a store, walked back and entered, buying goldfish crackers— cheddar flavor.
She hadn’t walked a few miles when a familiar voice made her turn.
“Don’t smile at the world that long again”
Who doesn’t know who talks like that?
Possessive and same time loving.
“Why?”she asked.
He’s standing meters away from her, tall and moody. Both hands in pocket and face hidden in a hoodie.
Only his blue eyes flickered as a result of the orange street lights, shimmering.
“I own you. That smile is mine”he started walking to her.
“Hmmm…What if I decide to share it with the world anyway?”she asked, keeping a flirty smile.
“I’ll watch you like a hawk, Trisha. You won’t escape”he got to her.
“What if I badly wanna share it with the world?”she pouted.
“Then I’ll fold the world away like a map, so only we remain. This time, no world for you to smile to”he whispered, rubbing her chin slowly.
“Miller”she hugged him, missing him so much.
Like he’s not there with her.
He just doesn’t know what he’s doing to her.
Bryan hugged her back… slowly.
“I…”he muffled.
He’s not just sure if he should say that.
Trisha looked at his eyes.
“Hmm?”
“I missed you,”he murmured.
Trisha gasped happily and hugged him tighter, pressing her whole self, almost sinking into his soul.
“I missed you too,”she squealed. He didn’t wait.
He caught her lips, devouring them. The cheddar pack that had been in Trisha’s hand fell to the ground, her bag fell too.
If her phone breaks in there… it’s none of her business.
She stood on her toes, fisting her hold on his hoodie.
One hand of Bryan’s slid behind her waist pulling her closer even when there was no space between them.
His other hand held her neck behind, taking her in.
füç? where she came from and where he came from, he’s not letting this one go.
Never.
Both dived into a world of steamy kisses, eating each other up.
Eyes shut, breaths stolen.
His hand moved from her waist, down to her arse, pressing a side of the cheek slowly…
Same time, harshly.
She tumbled, moaning into his mouth.
He kissed her harder, marking her soul.
The kiss was mad.
Both drank each other’s saliva. Tongues fought for solace, entering their throats, teeth grazed on lips, blood spilled.
They didn’t stop.
The day got darker and the fairy light beamed, showing brightly above them.
Axel and Ella stood far away, watching the nightmare.
It’s a nightmare for Axel.
“Lemme guess, he’s not her brother but her boyfriend”Ella looked at her brother and gasped.
She’s been standing there with him. He successfully brought her back and they both started looking for Trisha. They both saw this scene and have been watching for minutes now.
But Ella didn’t notice what’s wrong with her brother until now.
Axel’s crying. He’s not crying out loud but his eyes are red, tears streamed down like rivers on his cheeks, wetting his shirt.
But still, he didn’t look away.
It’s like he’s watching his doom. Suffering but still watching.
“Big bro”Ella tapped him. He didn’t move.
“Trisha likes you but as a friend, don’t feel too bad”she continued.
She sighed since her words are useless. She walked away and came back with a chair.
She climbed on it, and covered Axel’s eyes with her little palms.
•Back To Heathrow~Bryan’s Place•
Kelly had been with Jeremy and Freddy.
Jeremy just wouldn’t stop talking about pussies.
“Can I go now?”Kelly groaned, he’s stuck in the middle of the guys.
“Wait, hear this one”Jeremy said. He rolled his eyes, Freddy laughed.
“My first séx happened on my ten year birthday. Umm, that was twelve years ago… It was a gift from a girl who was crushing madly on me. She was ten and we…”
“That’s enough, I’m leaving”Kelly pushed himself out, breathing hard.
“I’m not done,”Jeremy complained.
“You’ve just been here for two hours, you don’t like hanging around guys”Freddy teased.
“Stop,”Kelly rolled his eyes.
“I understand, he’s nineteen. He’s turning twenty in a week and half days”Freddy tapped Jeremy who laughed.
“füç?”Kelly groaned.
“Ohh, poor baby. But, dude, your girlishness is crazy. You sure have a cóck down there? Lemme see”Jeremy stood up, walking to Kelly.
He tried unzipping Kelly’s pants but Kelly pushed him away, running out.
Jeremy burst into laughter.
“Stop the game, let’s go listen to whatever the losers have to say”Freddy said, his seriousness suddenly coming back.
“He’s so dumb, bro. Says why he’s nineteen”Jeremy laughed.
“Regretting why I developed sudden likeness for him,”Freddy scoffed.
“I like him tho”Jeremy grinned, they walked upstairs.
*
Kelly walked in the quiet street, making sure no one was watching or following him.
He diverted to a corner, walking in a building which is obviously abandoned.
Collins is sitting on the window, flicking his lighter.
His eyes lit up when Kelly entered.
“My private business buddy,”he smirked.
Kelly didn’t say anything, he only brought out a large paper from his pocket, spreading it out.
It’s a drawing of a human without facial features.
No eyes, nose or mouth. He looks broken. The drawing is Bryan’s. Obviously.
It’s the sketch he’d have used for the next drawing show.
But Kelly stole it. Maybe took it.
“It wasn’t easy,”he grumbled.
Collins jumped down from the window, patting him.
“BMW will be using this feature before Mrs Reed, luckily his name isn’t written under, so you can write your name and claim it’s yours. On that day, when he’s drawing something like this, yours would have been prepared so you’ll submit before him, it’ll increase the chance of you claiming he copied you”Kelly explained.
Collins smiled proudly, collecting the paper.
“He loves Gothic drawings”he scoffed.
“I’ll be taking my leave now,”Kelly said and walked away.
Collins laughed sickly.
“Watch me take your shine, Bryan. Including Yolanda”he faced the ceiling, yelling.
*
Kelly got out and stood, reminiscing the day he walked to Mrs Reed’s office and saw Bryan’s projects.
He actually took them.
•Flashback•
Although it’s Saturday, Kelly’s around, walking to a lecturer’s office with the necessary documents occupied in his hands.
He imputed the password and entered, looking around.
He got to a drawer, unlocked it and kept the files.
His eyes caught other files, he suddenly became intrigued. He picked them, flipping through.
All those are Bryan’s projects and most importantly, they’re not yet signed on.
That means, they haven’t been recorded.
Kelly looked around with a beating heart. If he takes this project work, Mrs Reed, the fine arts lecturer won’t even remember.
Maybe she’ll even think Bryan is losing seriousness.
Kelly shoved off the thought, kept the files and locked the drawer.
‘You’re hiding something, I know that thing’ Collins’ voice rang in his ears.
He covered his ears with both palms, suddenly becoming hot inside.
He can’t afford to expose his secret. Everyone is gonna see him as a killer.
Even tho the man didn’t die and Bryan helped him, Collins may expose him.
Collins won’t give up just like that.
He’ll always threaten him.
Kelly opened the locker and took back the projects.
Mrs Reed hasn’t seen them, so he’ll give Collins to use them for his own art work, submit them and be ahead of Bryan.
Then, Collins will win the yearly art award next year.
He won’t have to expose Kelly anymore.
Now, Kelly ought to win the heart of everyone around Bryan.
God forgive him.
Kelly walked out with the files.
•Flashback Ends•
Kelly took a deep breath and walked away. As gently as possible.
Unknown to him, Jeremy, Bryan and Freddy already knew.
Unknown to him, Jeremy already inserted a recorder in his pocket, when he was trying to unzip him.
Unknown to him, Collins lighter is a recorder and it has everything he just said.
TBC…
