🇳🇬🤎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 49&50
•Hospital~ Midge’s ward•
Midge sat on his bed, crying as he muttered gibberish words to Bryan.
Bryan only stared down, like whatever Midge was saying was causing headache.
“Shut up, I’m thinking”Bryan waved him, he quickly nodded.
Bryan stood up and started strolling, rolling his handgun in his hand.
“You were paid to push her in, how about I pay you with a bullet in your other arm to paralyze that arm?”Bryan raised a brow, Midge immediately shook his head.
“Please, don’t shoot this arm. It’s the only thing working. My legs are dead, my right hand is dead too”he pleaded.
“Your pleadings are making me wanna change my mind from leaving you in a wheelchair to placing you six feet under the ground”Bryan rolled his eyes.
Midge gulped raising his working hand in fear, tears rolled down his cheeks, that was his mistake because Bryan rendered the hand useless.
The bullet is silent, only Midge felt it— the sound, the fúcking pain. But he didn’t shout. He masked it, breathing and groaning as quiet as he could.
“Good. That’s just a little payment for accepting a stupid deal. Whenever you see my little angel next time, you hide”Bryan said.
“Yes… I’ll… I’ll hide… I’ll never show my face… I’ll never… ne… never breathe the same air with…her. I promise to beg her…”
“Nah. You shouldn’t block her nose with your bad breath”Bryan replied and walked out. He could still hear Midge’s cries.
A nurse got to him.
“Get on with the treatment and care. You can hurt him for fun if you want, he’s a masochist”Bryan said, she only chuckled.
“Also”he said and paused for a while before continuing. “Prepare a nice wheelchair for him. He’s better in a chair than on feet”he said and walked away.
•Dawson’s Villa•
•Ronald’s Mansion~ Living room•
July sat on the couch, munching from a bowl of popcorn seated in the middle of her folded legs.
Her eyes stayed on her phone, smiling as she scrolled through different videos.
“Who’s home?”Jeremy strolled in. He widened his eyes when he saw his goddess on the couch.
“What are you doing here?”he half-yelled.
July kept her phone, standing up and she frowned.
“I ought to ask you that question. And why am I seeing you nowadays?”she asked.
“I don’t know about the second question, but Yolanda’s mom was my sister,”he shrugged.
“Seriously? You’re Yolanda’s cousin? Cool. Yolanda’s my half-sister. Ronald’s my father”July smiled, innocently. As she’s always been.
“Wait, what?!”Jeremy walked forward, going so close to her. She moved back, falling on the couch.
“You’re what? Wait, you’re literally my cousin too? füç?!”Jeremy threw his fist.
“Any… any problem?”July tilted her head.
He looked at her and looked away, cussing.
“I’m not like Yolanda though, if that’s what you mean”July picked her phone but he held her shoulders, shaking her. Her phone slipped from her hand, landing back on the couch.
“Don’t you gerrit? You’re my goddess, I füç?in’ don’t know and I can’t tell what’s happening to me but I can’t get my mind off you no matter how hard I try. You’re ruling my damn brain!”Jeremy said.
“Okay?”July blinked.
Yolanda ran in and both attention diverted to her.
“Dad!”Yolanda screamed.
“Why do you look… mad?”July and Jeremy chorused.
“You both are mad!”she retorted. A maid ran to her and bowed, collecting her bag but she kicked her away.
The latter fell on the floor, hurting her elbow.
“Where’s my father!”Yolanda screamed.
“Master is… he’s in his private living room… the drawing room”she stuttered.
Yolanda marched to the said direction without wasting time.
July and Jeremy locked eyes and July moved his hands away from her, going under his hands. She ran after Yolanda.
Jeremy ruffled his hair, and sat on the couch, slapping the popcorn away.
“We’re no way related. No way. We’re not even close to family.”he muffled, biting his lips.
•Ronald’s Drawing Room•
Ronald sat by his window, smoking as he stared at his mansion exterior.
He has this psychotic smile on his lips. His plan has been executed.
Walters Hotels and Resorts is probably losing all their staff because just today, the company has been taken down from among top 3 to among top 20. And they’re on the 20th list.
Selena had trusted Ronald enough with everything, including the company. Ronald had just been meticulously planning to secretly take the company’s wealth which is already successful. The company is at great loss.
Ronald made that so because Selena was already backing off on the marriage plan. Now that she’s lost everything, she won’t think twice crawling back to him.
Next phase is marrying Bryan into his family to please his daughter— Yolanda, and also finally have full hand over the Walters family.
What’s more beautiful? Rest Hotels is on the top 1 list.
Ronald let out the curling smoke from his nose and mouth when Yolanda ran in, with July behind.
“Princess?”he squinted.
“Don’t ‘princess’ me. Look dad, I want the blackie… or brownie or whatever she is, out of Bryan’s life this minute. I’m fúcking tired! Look at how messy I am, I couldn’t sleep last night, I thought Bryan was after me. I’m hell sure he’s with her… why he hasn’t come strangle me is because he’s with her, probably fúcking her! I can’t stand it, dad, I can’t stand Bryan on the same bed with another woman, I am Bryan and Bryan is me!”she paced.
“Nah, you’re mad,”July shook her head.
Yolanda immediately charged at her, but she was quick to move away from the incoming chokehold.
“Dad, I want her out too. She’s never my sister”Yolanda faced Ronald who puffed from his smoke without saying anything.
“Dad!”Yolanda marched to him.
“You want me to kill the colored or my daughter? I don’t do two favors at once and you know it”Ronald looked at her. July swallowed.
Wait, if Yolanda says ‘Kill July’, he’ll do it?
“We can talk about the stepsister later. I want the blackie dead soon. The next news to be heard should be a good one, it ought to be the death of an African girl”Yolanda rolled her eyes, murderously.
“Consider it done, and don’t ask me for anything else till the deed is done”Ronald crushed his cigarette butt on the ashtray.
Jeremy, who had been hearing from the door, quickly left. He brought out his phone and started texting Bryan, chuckling under his breath.
“Wedding? Bryan? Suck my ass”he laughed.
Meanwhile, inside, Ronald directed his eyes at Yolanda.
“Deal”Yolanda folded her arms and walked out, intentionally brushing past July.
July immediately got before Ronald, kneeling and rubbing her palms together.
“Daddy, please. You can’t just agree to end someone you don’t know. Trisha isn’t bad at all, she’s a sweet girl, I promise. I’m not a friend but I know she is”she pleaded.
“July, leave”Ronald tilted his head.
“Bryan’s wedding to Yolanda afterall so what’s the gain in killing Trisha. Dad, you can just send her back to her country…”
“And if she doesn’t leave?”Ronald asked.
“I know she will,”July fidgeted.
“July, if she doesn’t? You know how much I value my children? More than my life. I’ll give you or Yolanda anything you ask for and this is the case, Yolanda asks for someone’s life? Someone’s life, she get”Ronald replied.
“Think of me too, dad. I’m asking for someone to be spared. If she doesn’t leave, you can go ahead and do whatever Yolanda wants but just try it out, I’m begging”July started crying.
Ronald didn’t say a word afterwards.
•Yolanda’s Bedroom•
Yolanda walked to the mirror and accessed her arse, frowning.
Unfailingly, she’ll do a BBL before her wedding. She even needs an enlarged ass to go back to France.
She wanted to go refresh when she paused.
“I can’t wait for dad. If mine doesn’t work, then he’ll go ahead on his kill plan. But for now, I’ll try my luck”she mumbled and picked her phone, dialling a line.
“I need someone to be dead on her bed tonight”she clicked her tongue, talking over the phone.
•Bryan’s Home•
Trisha yawned lazily, pushing her snacks away. She had been eating packs of cheddar and had gotten sick of it.
Salad? She’s tired of eating that.
She decided to use her phone, scrolling through the school info blog.
Her eyes widened when she saw different posts and comments about Kelly, Midge, Collins and Yolanda.
A girl included. Sarah, that’s her name.
•Kelly Intentionally drugged BMW’s Brown Skin Girl to punish her for not requiting his love
•Kelly loves the brown girl? Ewww
•I hope she kills him and buries his heart.
•Midge will never change 😂
•Kelly is so stupid to think he can steal BMW’s project. Like, BMW?
•Collins will never be respected among the FineArts students. Never again.
•He’s always been jealous of BMW. He’s stupid to think he’ll win next year’s award with BMW’s projects.
•No one’s talking about Yolanda? That jealous freak is a beast.
•She’s dying soon
•Kelly’s matter is so funny.
“Kelly?”Trisha blinked.
She heard a soft knock on the door, like the person was scared to knock. Trisha got to the door and opened it.
It’s the girl who distracted Bryan at the pool party. Serah.
She fell on her knees immediately.
“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry. I’ll be expelled if I don’t come beg you. I’ve already confessed in the blog but it isn’t enough… For BMW to hack my account and give me his home address so I’ll come beg you, it means I’ve touched the tiger’s tail. Please have mercy”she bowed seventy times on that spot.
“I don’t unders…”
“You don’t need to, just say you’ve forgiven me… all I need is your forgiveness… take, make a video, say you’ve forgiven me”Sarah gave Trisha her phone, Trisha almost took her hand away but Sarah held her, nudging her to collect the phone.
Trisha did.
“Your… your password?”she slowly asked.
“It’s Bryan Miller Walters… just type that”Serah bowed again.
Trisha typed just that and it unlocked, she scrolled to the camera app, making video.
“Hey Serah, I’ve forgiven you”she awkwardly said.
“Thank you so much. Thank you…”Serah kissed her feet, she quickly moved back, handling her phone back to her.
Serah collected it and ran out.
“Strange”Trisha murmured, scratching her hair.
•CIAS•
Kelly prayed in his heart for him to be shot on every part of his body.
The hatred whispers about him is too much.
He kept walking, ignoring the shame even though it’s eating him badly.
Today’s Saturday and yet, a few students are in school to mock him because they know he’ll be here.
Mrs Reed asked to see him in the Dean’s office.
Really, how did everyone know he’s helping Collins for the art project? Wasn’t it a secret?
He got to her office to meet Bryan standing by the wall, face blank like nothing’s going on.
That made Kelly gulp in fear.
“Kelly”The dean muffled, her eyes showing she’s disappointed.
Even Mrs Reed sat before her, staring at Kelly.
Only Bryan’s eyes are down.
“I’m not talking about trying to use another person’s project but endangering someone’s life? What if the water had killed her?”The dean asked.
“Boring. You called me here to discuss this?”Bryan rolled his eyes and lifted himself off the wall.
That scared the life out of Kelly. One thing entered his head ‘RUN’
“No!”he screamed and turned to run out but from nowhere, his arm was shot.
Okay, from someone. Bryan.
The dean and Mrs Reed screamed in horror.
Bryan ignored them, walking to Kelly.
“Haven’t you been taught in elementary? Listen to your elders. They’re your elders so be a good boy and hear what they have to say”he tapped him and walked out, jamming the door noisily behind.
Kelly immediately ran mad seeing blood flow out of his hand.
He hates the sight of blood.
“Arrrgggghhh!”he screamed. Mrs Reed and the Dean rushed to him.
•Walters Hotels and Resorts•
Dax ignored Ronnie’s barks. It got to a point where he picked the dog like a thing, throwing him in the changing ward. Ronnie has been there for long, barking.
His assistant entered again.
“What again?”Dax barked.
“Boss, seven staff are asking for their work money”His PA said.
“Why?”Dax frowned.
“They’re leaving too. And it’s worse because they’re among the assistants…”
Dax pushed him away before he could complete his words, he narrowed his brows watching Dax as he ran out.
He wanted to go out when he heard Ronnie’s barks. He got to the ward and opened it, there’s Ronnie purring.
“Come here, buddy,”he smiled.
•Selena’s Mansion•
Selena got tired of reading the ongoing news about the sudden downfall of Walters hotels and resorts.
If the HQ is down, that means the branches for sure will be shut down temporarily… till everything becomes normal.
She sighed and stood up from the couch, glancing at a house worker, walking out.
She called her.
“Please bring my tea to my bedroom, if you don’t see me there, just keep it”she said and walked upstairs.
She got to her room and opened a door, walking in.
It’s a room where old memories come to life. Photos and frames hung on every wall are the pictures of the once happy Walters family.
The happiest family.
Selena walked to a frame where Alexander (her husband) was carrying eight year old Dax while she carried little Bryan in her arms, laughing.
In reality, Selena laughed tearily. “Dax wasn’t your child, but you loved him more than anything”she muffled, rubbing her husband’s picture.
He looked so much like Bryan.
Same blue eyes, unreadable expression and sharp jawline.
She left there, walking to the other side of the wall where awards are arranged side by side on shelves.
She walked to ‘Bryan’s special shelf’ (that’s what she calls it). They’re many awards there.
Glass frames, glass awards, medals… you name them.
Bryan never accepted any award since he started winning them. It all started in elementary, he doesn’t receive them so Selena always does.
She’s been collecting his awards, storing them till last year’s art project award. And she knows he’s winning this year too. It’s his last year in college and it’s gonna be special.
Selena sniffled and touched one but Dax barged in, she flinched.
“Dax?”
“Did you read the news? I know you did. Walters Hotels and Resorts are number 20. From one to three, now we’re flung to number twenty! You know what this means, right mom? We’re doomed. No joint contract with the Chinese, the… the Italians, the…”Dax screamed, shaking her vigorously on the shoulders.
“I know Dax and I’m heartbroken!”she snapped.
“We’re nothing without Ronald and you went ahead talking back at him? Why won’t he leave us to our fate? You must go back to him…”
“Stop shouting, I already spoke to him. The wedding’s a week today”Selena muffled, he calmed, leaving her alone.
Selena sighed. Freddy told her Bryan will reveal what he wants to, about Ronald, soon, she hopes he does before the wedding.
Because she doesn’t want the wedding to commence. Not anymore.
•Night~The girl’s place•
Courtney and Ann are glaring at each other.
“I told you, I like Axel. I kissed him back because I thought he was over Trisha. I really don’t want him with Trisha because I want her happiness! We both know she loves BMW not Axel!”Courtney snapped.
“So? What…”
“We shouldn’t be talking about that. We should be talking about the fact that Kelly…”Courtney said.
“Yeah. I never liked him for once. He really is a snake and I must commend his pretence. He’s good at acting”Ann rolled her eyes.
Courtney shook her head. “He shouldn’t have gone that far. Making Trisha fall in the pool after knowing she’s allergic? Stealing BMW’s projects? That’s stupid”Courtney said.
“Hmm”Ann nodded in support. They locked eyes and almost smiled but hissed, looking away.
“I hate you so much,”Courtney rolled her eyes.
“I could kill you for a bowl of shit yunno?”Ann folded her legs.
The door was opened and someone in a mask entered, they screamed seeing a gun with him.
“Where’s your last roomie?”he asked. They shook.
“Where the hell is your last…”he was shot in the head immediately, he fell dead on his face.
Courtney and Ann almost died, they clasped their palms on their mouth to stop them from screaming.
Freddy entered, smiling at them. He shot the guy.
“It’s my first kill. Thank fúck I took Bryan’s pistol with me… just felt I should”he winked at Ann, walking to the dead guy.
He removed the mask, he’s unfamiliar.
“Yolanda’s work. Does she really want to die?”he chuckled.
“Fried!”Ann screamed in tears, jumping on him. She wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist respectively, kissing his face— lips, lashes, brows, cheeks, eyes, everywhere.
“You saved us”she hugged him.
“Didn’t I say I’ll prod off anyone’s eyes who looks at you twice?”he said.
“You didn’t,”she laughed.
“Yeah. I didn’t. But I killed him anyway”he whispered.
“Ahem”Courtney coughed, laughing.
•Bryan’s Residence•
Trisha was already tired. Tired of waiting and not seeing Bryan.
She walked upstairs. She’d visited different places in the house. There’s nowhere she doesn’t know now.
Except his Atelier.
She walked towards the Atelier and tried her luck. The door opened.
She lost her breath immediately she entered. This is her world. Almost ALL drawing is HER.
“Oh my!”she screamed before she could hold herself. She started running to every portrait, screaming happily.
Her eyes stopped on one picture and she pouted, frowning funnily.
It’s her cute, ???y reaction when Bryan’s finger found its way into her coochie.
She stared at it for a while, her cheeks swelling in bashfulness.
She heard light footsteps behind and before she could turn, large hands hugged her from behind.
“Miller!”she gasped.
“Guess you caught me… let’s stay this way”he buried his face on her shoulder. Her hands went up to his large ones, holding him.
“Reason why you extra locked your Atelier? So I wouldn’t see this?”she pouted.
“Hmm”he nodded, sniffing her.
“You”she shook her head, looking at the drawing.
“It looks so real. Will you sketch me while I watch, one day?”she asked.
“You already asked that before,”he said.
She pouted.
“Consider it done”he rubbed her boobs, intentionally.
“Thanks. Umm, I can’t remember what happened yesterday but the ongoing rumors says Kelly…”
“They’re not rumors, Trisha. And about that imbecile, he’ll kill himself soon. Trust me”Bryan whispered, she gasped.
“I… you…”
“Forget. Soon, you’re gonna hear the death news of five people. Two of which you know are going first and I won’t lay a finger on them”he said.
Trisha frowned in confusion.
“I really don’t understand. Also, why’d Kelly…”
“I’m sorry”he cut her off. She paused, blinking.
“I’m sorry for making you feel less valued, I really cherish you, Trisha,”he said. She released herself off his grip to stare at him.
His eyes? Softened, with a little bit of affection. She fluttered her lids.
“Bryan Miller Walters!”she screamed and hugged him, he raised her jaw and went down to her level, claiming her lips. She stood on her toes, closing her eyes.
They kissed obsessively.
Not too fast, not slow.
Perfect.
Her hands went to the back of his neck, her fingers buried themselves in his hair, rolling.
He squeezed her arse, enjoying her mellifluous moans.
The kiss was broken, their eyes locked and Bryan smirked. He pushed her to the wall, easily his shirt which she’s wearing.
In no time, the shirt was fully unbuttoned, looking like a nighty jacket.
Her ???iness came into view. She’s just in a ???y panty.
Her beautiful, tiny titties stood erected.
Fawk.
Her nipples and areolas are already hardened and that’s füç?!
“Love how you’re always ready for me, Little Angel”Bryan smirked and rubbed a nipple gently.
“Mhmm”Trisha’s eyes went shut.
Bryan pinched that one and bent to the other, rubbing it.
“Two little brown babies”he whispered and took one into his mouth.
He pinched the other, harshly.
TBC…
