🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 43&44
•Morning•
•Bryan’s Mansion•
Bryan walked down the stairs, he stopped at first, meeting Selena on the couch.
She stood up immediately.
Bryan rolled his eyes, walking straight to the exit.
“Bryan, should we continue doing this?”Selena’s voice broke.
“Who let you in?”he turned to her.
“Bryan…”she muffled.
“Ion repeat words”he glared.
“Freddy, he… he… left just now.”she muffled and sighed.
“I’m sorry, Bryan. I’m really sorry, I just want a good life for you…for us”she walked slowly to him.
“No, all you want is fame, entourage. You think Ronald is by our side. You think the fúcking relationship between his daughter and I will help the growth of the company, you’re too dumb to notice he’s using you. This same Ronald was Dad’s rival!”Bryan yelled.
“Bryan! Your father died in an accident! Ronald was his best friend and business partner”she shouted.
“I have nothing to say to you, mom”he opened the door.
“You didn’t deny the relationship, you made it look like you two were really dating. Why now, Bryan? Why now when our company is crashing.”
“That’s exactly what I want,”Bryan replied.
“So it’s true? You’re after a colored? You’re after a black bitch!”
That was all. This second, Selena was standing, the next second, Bryan got to her.
He grabbed her lethally by the neck, choking the life out of her.
He pinned her to the wall, her eyes bulged.
She turned red. She couldn’t cough.
“I’d have lifted you up, Selena, but I think I still respect you as one who brought me to the world”Bryan whispered, every word mean and wicked.
“Call me names for all I care, but my little Brownie? Never”he added.
Selena tapped his hands, her eyes pleading for mercy. They rolled non stop and her life slipped out of her every second.
“füç? it, Bryan!”Freddy rushed in, throwing away his nylon bag— filled with goldfish crackers.
“Bryan, are you crazy?”he punched Bryan on the face, Bryan left his mother who fell on the floor, half conscious.
He looked at Freddy and wiped his lips, which were stained a little with his blood, as a result of Freddy’s punch.
Without any nice expression, he walked out.
Freddy squatted before Selena, rubbing her wrist slowly.
“What did you say to him? You know how he can be”he snapped.
Selena coughed hard and sat on the floor, wiping her hot tears.
“You shouldn’t have punched him,”she muttered.
“Nah, he deserves to be punched sometimes, he does all the hits”Freddy smiled and sat beside her.
Selena slowly smiled, looking at him.
“Yunno, even tho you support Bryan most of the time, sometimes I wish you were my son”
“I am. My parents died last year, leaving me with wealth and no love. You’re my mom”he replied.
“Freddy?”Selena called. He looked at her.
“I’m not a good mom, am I? Is there something Bryan’s not telling me?”she asked.
“You’re kinda a selfish mom. And yeah, I’m not in the right position to tell you that. Bryan’s gonna tell you soon, IF only you listen”Freddy replied, standing up.
How’s Selena gonna react if Bryan finally shows her the video-proof of Ronald behind her husband’s death? How’s she gonna act when he tells her Yolanda pretended to have an IED just to be with her son?
•Axel’s Home•
Ella and Britney sat on different couches, stealing glances at each other.
Okay, only Britney was doing that. To Ella, she’s the only one there… caressing Kiki.
Britney wasn’t comfortable on the couch at all. Not when she’s breathing the same air with a kitty.
“I miss Trisha”Ella kissed Kiki who meowed in response.
“Who’s Trisha?”Britney adjusted.
“I wasn’t talking to you, so it’s none of your business”Ella scoffed.
“Ella!”Britney widened her eyes.
“Stop shouting. Call my name with respect”Ella rolled her eyes.
Axel walked to the living room, he got to Ella and pecked her hair, she giggled.
“I’ll be leaving for school now, Cat”he ruffled her hair.
“Kiss Kiki’s fur too,”she pouted.
“Nah, you extend the kiss to her”he replied and walked past Britney to the door.
“Axy”she called, he turned back.
“I don’t like that. Axy is for Ella”he said and walked out.
“Is he fine?”Britney asked herself, worriedly.
“Stop asking questions”Ella hissed and stood up, carrying Kiki. She started hopping to her room.
“I hope Trisha comes to see me as promised,”she muttered.
“Don’t ask!”she snapped at Britney who opened her mouth to say a word.
•The Girls Place•
“And my order is here!”Trisha gushed and ran to the door, she collected the white nylon pack, signed and waved the delivery guy before going back in.
“What’s that?”Ann’s throat bubbled.
“Salad”Trisha winked and fell on her bed, ready to destroy her food.
“Then I’m eating”Ann stood up from her bed, Courtney pulled her back and she fell on her.
“Weren’t you the one calling her a salad witch a minute ago?”Courtney asked.
“Thank you,”Trisha pouted.
“What’s your damn business about that if you’re not a we-rey”Ann snarled.
Trisha burst into laughter as Courtney frowned.
“I’m not a Yash anymore but a we… were…”
“It’s we-rey. Miss Africa taught me yesterday night. I wanted a new African language to belittle your life”Ann smirked.
“Actually it’s a Yoruba word, not really…”Trisha explained.
“Yo what?”the girls chorused.
“Forget”she winked, munching her food.
“What the fúck”Courtney blinked.
“Guess what? Her name’s A-da”Ann said. Trisha looked at her with a mouthful, feeling dramatically betrayed.
“She really looks like one,”Courtney grinned and turned to Ann.
“Fúck off, I don’t like you”she hissed.
“Neither do I”Ann scoffed and tried standing up, but again, Courtney pulled her back.
“Stop. I hate it when you stare long at me, it makes me think you’re not straight”Ann snapped.
“Eww, even if I am not straight, I can never ever, in this world and the world to come, like you okay? You’re the ugliest Korean I’ve ever seen”Courtney smiled.
Ann choked.
“How… I’m not ugly. I’m the prettiest girl…”
Courtney coughed, distracting her.
She boiled.
“I’ll kill you, ah swear”She said and jumped on Courtney.
Courtney killed her instead.
Trisha didn’t mind any of them, she smiled at her salad enjoying it. Her phone chimed and she quickly checked it.
Her expression changed into something disappointing.
She had texted Bryan countless times, but he wouldn’t reply.
Is he fine?
•CIAS•
Trisha jumped down from Ann’s bike, keeping the helmet.
“We part from here, you two beat up yourselves”She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
“Hey”Ann snapped, Courtney didn’t move from behind her. She wrapped her hands around Ann.
“Hey, get down!”Ann screamed.
“Oh, we’re at school already? Boring ride”Courtney rolled her eyes and got down from the bike, she removed her helmet and placed it on Ann’s breast, it fell to the ground.
“Oops.”Courtney smiled and walked away.
“Arrg. This girl”Ann scoffed and got down from her bike, she picked Courtney’s helmet and scoffed loudly.
*
Trisha smiled at Axel when he tapped her from behind.
“Hey”she shook hands with him.
“We don’t have class today,”he said.
“Yeah, I know. I came to see…”
“Him?”he raised his brows.
Trisha batted her lids, and nodded once.
“Fine”he let out a small smile, “we’ll see. I actually came because I know I’ll see you here.”he released her hands and saluted her.
She smiled in return and walked away.
“It’s Trisha?”Courtney asked behind Axel. He turned to her and nodded.
“Yeah. I love Trisha”he said.
“Ohh. I see”she bit her lips and smiled at him.
“Can I be your company? For now? I’m crazy so you won’t be bored”she said.
Axel stared shortly at her and nodded. They walked together.
•Pool Hall•
Jeremy was so bored in his house that he came to CIAS.
He didn’t visit Ronald’s company today (he’s among the youngest staff), he couldn’t stay at home and couldn’t go to Bryan’s since Selena is with Freddy in his home.
He’s staying low-key so she won’t spill his deep relationship to Ronald. Cause please, that old man is sensitive.
Well, here’s Jeremy, in the pool hall after walking from place to place searching for any girl who’ll accept his Adam apple.
His legs stopped on their own when he beheld the goddess in the pool.
The hall is empty so she’s the only one in there.
Her white flawless back stayed on him and her hair fell over her shoulders, she kept on brushing her hair with her fingers.
Jeremy swallowed nothing.
Yeah, he’s always smiling when he sees ???y girls but now, he’s not.
Instead, he’s fluttering his lashes.
His Adam apple moved twice, thrice. It kept on going up and down.
Damn, he’s lost in this goddess’ world. Too, too lost.
The goddess didn’t notice someone was watching her, she just stayed, heaving heavy sighs like she was worried.
Jeremy’s phone buzzed and he widened his eyes. Before his goddess could look back, he already sneaked out.
*
Trisha walked towards Bryan’s Private class, wondering if he’s okay.
Midge walked past her and stopped, walking back to her.
“What exactly is your problem? Your oddness is odd”she said.
“On Friday… Please don’t blame me. I really need that money. The amount is too huge to ignore”he said and placed on his hood, looking more odd.
“I hope you’ll understand,”he smiled and walked away.
Trisha squinted and shrugged, continuing her walk.
•Bryan’s Private Class•
Bryan walked in and went to his couch, unlocking his phone.
He got to Trisha’s text, reading them all.
Since he left home, he’s just coming. He had to attend to something only he knows about. Even Freddy doesn’t know this one, not yet.
He’s been opening all her messages but he intentionally left them. He didn’t read. Not until now.
He read a few lines when the door was opened.
“Miller”Trisha called, he looked up and their eyes met.
She looks disappointed.
“You’ve been with your phone… and…didn’t you see my messages? I’ve been hell worried about that…”
“I’m fine,”he replied.
“Good, I’m happy you are.”she nodded. Bryan’s brows furrowed.
“I guess I shouldn’t be here, I can see you’re busy”she turned to leave.
“Trisha”he stood up. She stopped walking, but she didn’t look back at him.
“Look at me,”he said. More of a command, than a request.
Trisha turned back, his eyes softened when he saw tears welled up in her eyes.
But he didn’t move, maybe he doesn’t know he should.
“Do you know how I get worried every time I don’t see or hear from you? Do you? Ohh, you don’t. Maybe to you, I’m JUST Bryan’s calming PILL like Freddy called me. But to me, you’re more than BMW. Every fúcking day… I think about you, I always wanna know if you’re feeling well…if you’re fine, I told myself I worry so much because of what Freddy told me, but.. but there’s more to it and I don’t know if…”
“Trisha”Bryan’s hand moved.
“I’ll just respect myself and be there whenever you want me. I made a promise and I’m not going back on my word, Bryan. Bye”she muttered and walked out.
Bryan stood there.
Gloomy and cold. But there’s more to those in his eyes. He looked down at the useless hand that moved earlier.
Why didn’t the useless hand hold her from walking away or something?
He raised the hand and folded it in a fist, he stared at it one second and in another second he punched the wall.
His knuckles bled at that one punch and he walked to his couch, burying himself in it.
Maybe he should not really chase after her for now.
Meanwhile Trisha walked briskly out of the hallway, she doesn’t wanna let her tears fall. Not now.
“Excuse me… sorry… pardon”she bumped into students as she said that.
She rushed into the female’s washroom and turned on the lever, washing her face.
She looked at her image in the mirror and smiled as tears fell on both sides of her cheeks.
“Fool”she cursed herself and sighed, rubbing her necklace pendant.
Minutes Later
Trisha walked out of the washroom meeting Michelle.
Michelle looks worse. Like she’s sick.
“Excuse me”Michelle shoved her aside and entered, walking with legs wide open.
Trisha almost laughed, but she didn’t. She walked away.
Michelle made sure no one was in the washroom, she walked one of the toilets and sat on the flush toilets, spreading her legs wide.
“I’m so sore. It’s not fair”she cried for real.
That’s her twenty-seventh time crying today.
•Night~Street•
Yolanda paced, checking the time on her phone every second.
She’s in the darker area, the street lights and moving camera coming from a distance didn’t get to her.
A guy hidden in hoodie with hands in its pocket walked up to her.
“You’re late”Yolanda eyed him, her phone screen was on so her wicked face shone clearly.
“I’m not working for you. I’m working for myself”he scoffed.
“You are, third puppet. As far as we have the same goal, ‘make the brown girl leave my man’… Then you’re working for me”she rolled her eyes.
“We’re not hurting Trisha,”he said.
“I know bro. That’s IF she lets him go after she falls in the pool. I’m hell sure he’s killing you, she’ll know Bryan isn’t a soft person and she’ll run from him, then you’ll have her… ohh, pray you’re alive to have her tho”Yolanda rolled her eyes.
“I’m really sick of hiding my feelings from her,”he replied.
“I can’t believe I’m going low so as not to kill her”Yolanda scoffed and brought out a substance wrapped in white paper.
“Do it flawlessly, pour it in her drink.. I don’t know how you’ll push her but I need her to drink all the water in the pool”she gave it to him.
“I fúcking know what I’m doing”he snatched it from her. She grinned.
She turned on the flashlight on her phone. He came into view.
His green eyes flickered.
TBC…
