🇳🇬🤎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 15&16
•CIAS~ Bryan’s Private Class•
Bryan entered to see uncountable eyes on him… eyes that speak fear.
Even Freddy’s eyes showed mystification and bewilderment.
“Put this place back in order”he said and walked back out.
The decorators swang into action, removing all decors quickly.
“Did Bryan push her in a pool or something? No, she talked about where they were when…”Freddy thought and gasped.
“He pushed her into the river”he said to himself and ran out, after Bryan.
As soon as Freddy left, the room turned upside down.
•This place smells like BMW,hmmm
•That isn’t what you should be saying right now.
•Yeah,the fact that we heard every word?
•Their relationship is fake! It’s only a contract
•ohh my gawd, I’m so happy!
•Trisha and Ann’s Place•
“Yeah, love you too Daddy”Trisha mumbled with a sigh and hung up.
“Finally”Ann groaned from her bed where she’s tapping non-stop on her phone screen.
“What?”Trisha sniffled.
“You’re dad’s pet”Ann replied.
“You won’t blame me… He’s my mommy and daddy”Trisha tearily said. Ann jumped on her bed and pushed Brownie away from Trisha, taking its position.
She hugged her tightly.
“I know and I’m jealous of you, hmmm? It’s been decades I spoke with Eomma and Appa”Ann whispered, intentionally rubbing Trisha’s necklace.
“You said family is boring”Trisha chuckled wiping off her lingering tears, she slapped Ann’s hand away.
“They are. What’s fun in talking to your Gajok(Family) on phone?”Ann rolled her eyes and broke the hug.
“Well it’s fun talking to my Gajok-daddy.”Trisha pouted and Ann showed her her phone.
“Timer? 45 minutes? What happened for 45 minutes?”Trisha asked.
“You spoke to your Appa for 45 minutes”Ann replied.
“Not even close to long”Trisha scoffed.
“You’re boring”Ann scoffed.
“And that’s why you love me. You can never live without me, yunno?”Trisha teased.
Ann widened her eyes, staring at her phone.
Trisha stared at her and peeked at the screen.
“Wait. Ongoing news… BMW and Yolanda isn’t real!”Ann screamed happily.
•Michelle and July’s Place•
Both are in bed. July is shoving popcorn into her mouth as she stared at her phone.
Michelle can’t stop grinning enough. She’s also with her phone.
“I’m the happiest being alive. So Yolanda has been a proud bitch for nothing? Why then was I entering her?”she beamed.
“That shouldn’t be shocking than the part that her father is Ronald Dawson, the chairman of Rest Hotels, the third ranking hotel company in England”July said, tho her eyes looks like she wanted to say much.
“So?”Michelle looked at her.
“Yolanda is the heir. She’s the hidden heir of Ronald Dawson. All these trending rumors about her and BMW will die soon. Infact, she’ll be more crazy”July said.
Michelle rolled her eyes since the words made sense.
“True. Even tho it’s everywhere that the relationship is fake, the two families will fúcking make it real…”she muttered in disgust for Yolanda.
•Bryan’s Residence~ Bedroom•
Bryan sat on his large, king-sized bed with his phone glued to his ear.
“Bryan, Yolanda told me what you did to her. Not only that, you exposed the secret that she’s the heir to Rest Hotels!”Selena screamed over the phone.
“She’s still alive? Fair enough”he replied.
“Bryan, she’s your best friend. Why’d you do that? It’s not fair at all”Selena continued.
“Thought Y’all forgot that fúcking part!”he yelled and Selena calmed immediately.
“Bryan please, do not shout. This is exactly why we want you both together, you need her… she needs you…”And slam.
Bryan smashed the phone on the floor, standing up.
“I’m late”Freddy entered with a glass of water and pills.
“I don’t need that”Bryan snapped, shoving him aside, marching out.
Freddy kept the glass and pills on the table and brought out his phone dialling ‘mom’.
“Freddy, how’s Bryan?”Selena asked in the other line.
“He’s losing it. Can you please stop talking about Yolanda for now?”Freddy asked.
“Are you actually siding him? What do I fúcking expect?!”Selena yelled.
“He’s my best friend and I stand for the truth. I know him in and out, even more than you who call yourself his mother. All you care about is the growth of your late husband’s firm, you know nothing else”Freddy replied.
“Seriously?!”Selena gasped.
“You, Dax, and the so called Yolanda’s dad. Y’all are after same thing— Fame. And Yolanda? She’s too obsessed with Bryan that she’ll run mad. Bryan Intentionally pushed her in the river for something and you’ll find out yourself!’Freddy slammed and hung up, going after Bryan.
•Dax’s Mansion•
Just like how Bryan loves staying in the balcony, Dax does too.
He’s presently relaxing on his couch, in the balcony reading streaming comments about Yolanda and Bryan’s fake relationship.
His dog, Ronnie is playing at a corner by itself.
Dax frowned. Every girl is happy. Happy that Yolanda doesn’t have to act bossy anymore.
“The hell is this obsessed comments everywhere?”he scoffed, scrolling.
A maid appeared with a tray. On it is a glass of wine and a flute, lying flat.
She gently placed the tray on the glass table before Dax, she served him, pouring the wine into the flute.
Dax opened his mouth slightly, not taking his eyes away from his phone.
The maid fed him and he waved her away as soon as he was filled.
She turned back to leave, Dax tapped her arse. She didn’t look back, she just bowed and rushed out.
Dax smirked and frowned, when his eyes caught the unending comments.
“That little boy wants to ruin things for us? Walters hotels must be top 1”he muffled and swiped the green button when ‘Mom’ started calling.
“Your son”He said.
“He badly wants to ruin things. Ronald won’t accept the proposal anymore especially now that everyone knows that Yolanda is his heir”Selena said over the phone.
“So? That’ll even Increase the chance of them being together. The stupid girls falling head over heels for him won’t think twice before killing their obsession”Dax replied.
“What do you mean?”Selena asked.
“You know Yolanda, she won’t back down. And it’s good because she’s on our side, your bastard of a son will be the one to get tired.”he answered, stroking his crotch.
“You dare not call Bryan a bastard!”Selena snapped.
“Oh sorry, an half orphan”Dax mocked.
“Dax!”
“Well, we both know we’re on the second rank because Ronald Dawson adores his daughter. He’d have gone ahead even to top 1 but Yolanda is the one keeping him in third rank, don’t let this opportunity slip,mom. If Bryan doesn’t take this relationship serious, I’ll kill him and if the Company goes down one bit again then he’ll go to the psychiatric where he truly belong!”Dax yelled.
•Back To CIAS•
Everyone’s talking about the fake relationship.
While most girls are happy, the wise ones are sad knowing Yolanda won’t back down.
Especially now that she’s Ronald’s daughter. She’ll be walking on the air.
Axel stood, staring at the gossiping girls. If he heard well, he heard someone talking about a black girl…
Bryan said she’s Brown..
It’s not his Trish, is it?
It better not be. There’re other colored girls here so maybe it’s one of them.
Bryan better not take Trisha away from him. He had taken one away, he shouldn’t take this one or he’ll regret it.
“The day I spanked that Brown girl’s ass, you took the slap for me, so generous of you”Collins said beside him.
Axel looked at him and scoffed before looking away.
“Would have told Trish it was you after she became a student but I was just being nice, cause I know my Trisha, she takes no nonsense”He replied.
“Did I hear you say Your Trisha?”Collins laughed.
Axel glared.
“Bet you didn’t hear those decorators, they vividly said Bryan is lusting after a Brown Skin, don’t you think it’s your Trisha?”Collins smiled.
Axel balled his fists, his knuckles whitened.
Now he feels like calling Trisha just to hear her voice but gosh, he doesn’t know why he can’t. And she’s not explaining things to him.
“Well, protect what’s yours cause as Bryan is claiming her, I’m destroying them both “Collins patted him and walked past him, flicking his lighter addictively.
Axel bit his lower lip harshly till it bled.
•Trisha and Ann’s Place•
“I don’t know why we’re best friends!”Trisha yelled, running around the room with a pack of Goldfish Cheddar in one hand and a plate of Salad in the other hand.
“You just said we can’t live without each other!”Ann screamed, chasing her.
“I didn’t say that, I said you can’t live without me!”Trisha replied, jumping on the last bed which is definitely for their last roomie.
“What’s the difference?! Hey get down, you don’t know how much efforts I used in dressing our last roomie’s bed”Ann pointed.
“Then lemme eat in peace”Trisha rolled her eyes.
“I want chander!”Ann snapped.
“It’s Cheddar and you’re not having one taste, you insulted me. You said I’ll grow ‘chander’ in my belly soon”Trisha replied.
“Fine, sowie. Now gimme chander”Ann mouthed.
“Never. Say sorry properly and lick my feet”Trisha replied.
“You…”sounds of knock on the door disrupted Ann’s words.
Trisha jumped down from the bed, stuffing her hand in her cheddar pack, chewing.
“I’ll be back for you”Ann placed her index and middle finger close to her eyes, before motioning them to Trisha who scoffed.
She started walking to the door, praying in her heart that it’ll be their last roommate.
Ann badly wants to see the girl. She’s been cleaning her space, expecting her return.
She opened the door and frowned, seeing Kelly.
“It’s the faggot”She rolled her eyes.
“Take that word back”Kelly glared and entered.
“Fine.”Ann folded her arms. “But I haven’t asked you to come in yet”she snapped.
“Kelly? Long time”Trisha airquoted.
“Hey”he mumbled and looked down.
“You wanna show we newbies around?”Ann scoffed and fell on her bed.
“Fine, I’m sorry. I’ve been harsh lately but that’s because I was tryna run from something…I just realized it’s stupid”Kelly muffled.
Saying those words, he didn’t look up from the floor.
Trisha stared at him, licking her fingers.
“You did nothing”she shrugged.
“I’d have at least be a good School Rep to you”he said.
“Awwn, cute”Ann made puppy eyes.
“I’ve always wanted a male friend!”she jumped up.
“I didn’t ask to be a friend”Kelly rolled his eyes.
She scoffed, hit shoulders with him and walked to Trisha, sitting beside her.
“So, you’ll be a good school rep to us? We can call if we need you?”Trisha smiled, oblivious of the fact that Ann’s eating her Salad and Cheddar.
“Fact. Sorry.”Kelly smiled a little.
“I won’t even need you”Ann scoffed with mouthful and Trisha faced her.
She checked the plate and pack— Empty!
“ANNIE!”she screamed.
•Next Day~CIAS•
The trio walked together.
Trisha. Kelly. Ann.
Kelly’s barely talking but at least he’s relaxed. Being free and not isolated is fúcking good.
It’s only Bryan who understands him but please, Bryan is scary to be close with.
Only gawd knows how Freddy clings with him. Well, Freddy and Bryan has been close friends since they were little, so they say.
Maybe He’s gonna tell Bryan about Collins knowing his secret.
Whatever, Kelly is feeling free and much better.
“Anyone who sees us together will think we’re three best friends”Ann scoffed at Kelly.
“Annie, where are your manners?”Trisha pouted.
“Do I look like I care?”Kelly scoffed, Trisha laughed.
“Everyone looking, we’re two girls, one guy, not three girls. Miss Africa and I are best friends and this is your school rep walking with us! He’s not a girl in case you don’t know!”Ann screamed pointing at Kelly.
Trisha covered her(Ann’s) mouth with her palms.
“What? People are gonna think he’s a girl. Look how long his hair and lashes are”Ann said.
“I’m warning you”Kelly pointed, they both faced each other, glaring.
“I’ll leave you to your witty quarrel, my other friend is here!”Trisha gushed and ran over to Axel.
“Other friend? Meaning you’re her friend? Cause I’m not her friend, I’m her best friend”Ann glared at Kelly.
“I better stuck my face in bowl of shit than waste my time being with you”Kelly scoffed and walked away.
“Hey, get back here, I’m not done! You must stuck your face in that bowl of shit because I must be with you! I must talk with you, Miss Africa is gone, you’re the only one!”Ann ran after him.
Kelly looked back and shook his head, running away.
“Hey!”she increased her pace.
“You talk too much!”he snapped.
“Stop!”
*
“Hey”Trisha winked at Axel.
“Please don’t stop doing that”he begged.
“What?”she blinked.
“Winking, you’re fúcking cute when doing that”He said.
She smiled and winked again.
“Wait, your lips? A slight mark…”Trisha pointed.
Axel swallowed.
His Adam apple danced.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
His eyes narrowed down to her light pink lips. The gloss she used is shiny.
Her lips are shinning.
Axel’s head went down.
How’s it like to kiss a Brown Skin Girl?
Sweet, innit?
Trisha’s brows twitched as Axel’s face got to close to hers.
She yanked her head backwards but he followed.
What’s worse? With dancing Adam apple!
“Axel!”she called, pushing his chest forward.
Axel got back to his senses.
He quickly moved his head away, clearing his throat.
“Look, I…”he tried explaining, ruffling his hair.
•BMW!
•My Future Husband!
•Now that your relationship with proud Yolanda is fake, marry me!
•I don’t mind being your second wife.
•Make me a side chic
•Just füç? me!!!
BMW got down from his Corvette, hot as usual.
Even tho he’s hiding behind dark shades, Trisha could swear that he’s looking at her…
At her hand.
She looked at her hand too and gasped seeing her hand is still on Axel’s chest!
She quickly took it away, cleaning her hand on her skirt.
Bryan gave a satisfied nod and walked away.
Axel noticed Trisha cleaned the palm she placed on his chest and he held her wrist with demanding eyes.
“Is anything wrong?”he slowly asked.
“Like.. what?”she replied, her phone buzzed same time and she took it outta her backpack.
Miller: Follow the location.
Great, he just sent her a map location.
She rolled her eyes secretly. He should keep on being over rude…possessive or crazy.
Trisha didn’t save his number as Miller, his middle name. How it appeared on her screen is still a mystery!
“I gotta attend to something”She told Axel and…
She disappeared.
Axel ruffled his hair, sighing out.
•Bryan’s Private Class•
Trisha found herself in here. She hasn’t fully entered and admire the beauty of this place when the door was locked behind her.
She almost thought she was being kidnapped again when Bryan’s familiar scent filled her nose.
He’s behind her. Holding her like the first time.
She’s feeling his bulge again. So huge.
Trisha immediately started thinking dirty.
If she could feel his hugeness just by this close contact, then how is it gonna be…
No, no…Trisha snap out of it!
“Feeling me, are you?”Bryan whispered behind her. She gasped and that was when she remembered that she has to move away from him.
“Hey!”she snapped.
Bryan turned her and jammed her back on the wall, towering over her.
Ooh, He’s no longer in dark shades.
“If I’d have met you out there with that idiot, he wouldn’t have survived”he calmly said.
“You’d have punched him the way you punched Midge, huh?”Trisha fearlessly said, looking at him eye ball to eye ball.
“I don’t repeat words, little angel”he replied, tracing his forefinger around her chest.
“You’d have just killed him? Why’re you calling him an idiot? He’s my friend!”Trisha yelled.
“That stupid friendship ends now”Bryan glanced at her and got on with his business— Tracing his finger on her chest… down to her cleavage.
“Hey what are you doing!”she pushed him away but it’s like pushing a mountain cause he didn’t even flinch.
“Ahh, Your country will be full of sassy people,rii?”Bryan smiled.
Not a cute one. A confusing one.
“Huh?”she breathed, still staring at his blue eyes.
Bryan ignored her and unzipped her crop top.
Note: she’s putting on a sleeveless cropped zip-up top. A crop top with zip at the front.
And she’s putting on nothing under because really, what she was wearing don’t need a boob tube or bra but…
Now she’s regretting.
“You shouldn’t be doing…”Trisha turned calm.
“Didn’t I tell you, Trisha? I own you.”Bryan glared and bam!
His forefinger and thumb grasped her tit.
“füç?”Trisha bit her lips to suppress the incoming moan she was about pulling out.
Bryan’s eyes stayed on hers, expecting reaction.
Heaven knows how much he’s obsessed. Maybe because since Yolanda made him hate her, Trisha’s the only one he had met that calmed him.
Just maybe.
His second hand went up, pressing hard against the wall.
He pinched again, twisting his fingers.
Trisha gaped, breathing like one abnormal.
Bryan finally smirked and just as he was trailing his finger to her cleavage, the door was opened.
Whoever opened it knows his passcode and it’s not surprising.
Yolanda.
He intentionally left the passcode so she’ll come watch. It’ll be so interesting to watch.
“Bryan, what you did to me…”she stopped talking when she saw another human in the room.
Not just any human, a girl.
Not just any girl, the black girl… or Brown girl. The one she warned from seeing her boyfriend.
What’s worse? Bryan’s hand is on her cleavage.
Trisha swallowed nothing but Bryan? He smirked.
“You made it alive, Yola. I trust you.”he said and pressed Trisha’s other tit harder than the first.
Yolanda screamed and she’d have done just that if Trisha didn’t moan out.
She fúcking moaned out. And it’s ???y!
Yolanda fell her butt on the floor.
TBC…
