A picture of Grace just in case y'all have forgotten how she looks 😌

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Hi, guys. How have y'all been??

Here's a new chapter for you to enjoy. There might be a few grammatical errors as it's not thoroughly edited. But I hope you like it.

Happy reading!!!

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Chapter Sixty Four

FEMI

I wake up early in the morning alone and disoriented, wondering where I am before realising that I am in one of Michael's rooms. That realisation is quickly accompanied by an overwhelming headache which causes me to groan.

The events of yesterday soon begin to play in my head not long after, from the meeting with my mum to drinking all those shots of alcohol and then to cuddling with Grace. I glance at the space beside me on the bed where Grace was lying next to me and a feeling of emptiness washes over me.

I drank yesterday to help me forget the meeting with my mum but I guess my memory is more intact than I thought, even alcohol is no match for it.

The way my mum looked keeps trying to come to the surface of my mind but I immediately try to block it out. I start to sit up but my head feels so heavy on my neck that I wince and fall back on the bed.

This sucks.

From the light coming into the room, I can guess that it's morning but I am not certain of the time.

I begin to look for my phone in the pickets of my trousers so I can check the time to be sure but that's when I noticed that I am sleeping in just my boxers.

Was it Grace that pulled it off? I start to smile at the thought of Grace taking care of me but end up wincing again because the action just makes the headache worse.

Is this how I am going to keep lying on the bed all day? And where the hell is my phone?

The door to the room opens just then and I watch Michael walk inside with a cup of water and a sachet of paracetamol.

Oh, thank goodness.

"Good morning." He greets with a small smile as he notices the look on my face. My misery must be so obvious. "Don't you look happy this morning?"

"Ugh. Fuck off." I groan.

"That's how to say thank you to someone who came to care for you?" He asks.

I ignore his question and finally manage to sit upright, doing it slowly this time around.

I snatch the water and drug from his hand and take two tablets from it. When I am done using the drug, I place the water on the bedside table and lean back on the bed rest.

"Here's your phone." He pulls it out of his pocket and gives it to me. I raise my eyebrow in question, wondering how he got it.

"You left it at the bar while you were drinking your ass off yesterday. Thankfully, one of the bodyguards saw it and kept it." He tells me.

I nod and mumble a thanks.

"You never did mention how the whole meeting your mother went. Well, apart from almost telling everyone that your mum had breast cancer." He teases but I really am not in the mood to talk about my mum.

"Later." I tell him and he's smart enough to not push it.

I unlock my phone and see that I have some messages. I immediately scroll through it, wanting to know if Grace has messaged me and of course, she had. But that's when I also noticed that there's a message from an unknown number but from the beginning of the message, I already know it's from my mum.

I immediately put the message in archives without reading it and click on Grace's own instead. I will deal with my mum later.

I read through her message and can't stop grinning, she really is a blessing to me.

"The only thing that can give you a smile that big is Grace. You are so whipped for her." Michael smirks and I just shrug, not denying it. I'm totally in love with her.

"She wants to take me out on a date later. Of course, I am going to smile." I say my first full sentence since I woke up.

"Why's everyone going on dates all of a sudden?" He asks and I glance up just as he's rolling his eyes.

"Everyone?"

"Cynthia has a date with John today and I am so annoyed." He complains.

"They are going on a date?" I ask, a bit surprised.

"Yeah. Apparently, he wants to use the opportunity of the date to explain why he had lied to her for years." He sneers.

"Oh, well. She deserves to know. Why are you so annoyed about it?" I ask him, amused by the whole thing.

"Why am I so annoyed?? My girl is going on a date with another guy and that guy is John of all people." He fumes.

"Ehn ehn? Your girl? I guess I am not the only whipped guy in the equation." I tell him but he's not even having it.

"That's not the point. You know how manipulative John can be. What if he gives her an explanation and ends up brainwashing her and she realises she still likes him after all?" I would have thought he is just trying to exaggerate the whole issue but one glance at his face and I know he really is scared something like that can happen.

I smile a little, "Cynthia is smitten with you, it's something anybody with eyes can see so you don't have to be scared about stuff like that. And I don't like John but he's doing something right by trying to make her understand his point of view."

He scoffs but I continue, "What about you though? When will you make her understand your point of view? The deal between you and Peter? The ultimatum put over your head?"

His face falls and he looks speechless. I guess he wasn't expecting that but I continue.

"I know you're in between a rock and a hard place or however the saying goes because your dad will probably get involved in the end but I hope you think carefully about your decision to tell her or not."

He doesn't say anything for so long and since I am beginning to feel better, I decide it is time to go to my place to prepare for my date.

I stand from the bed and find my shoes and trousers lying at the foot of the bed. After dressing up, I glance at him one last time.

"Enjoy your day. Don't miss me too much." I tell him as I walk out of the room, leaving him to keep pondering about whatever he's pondering on.

Since I was in no mood for driving, I call for an uber and wait for it to come pick me up.

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The time is currently 5:25pm and that means I have about thirty minutes before I have to go and pick up Grace from Cynthia's place.

I'm tempted to go and pick her up right now because I am so tired of being alone and having all these thoughts run through my mind but I don't want to seem so excited and most importantly, I would rather not run into John.

I met grandma at home when I got back from Michael's place and just one look at her face and I knew she had already found out that I had gone to see my mum.

She had pulled me close to her and told me that she would support whatever decisions I take and I honestly was so grateful. She didn't ask me about details or hound me about what I would want to do, she just comforted me in silence.

It wasn't long after that she had to leave to sort out some emergencies in the company, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.

I watched some BTS and Seventeen videos to pass time and it's always nice because time just flies by when I do so. And before I knew it, it was already 5pm.

My mother's archived message still gnaws at my mind but I succeed everytime in pushing it back and trying not to be so bothered about it.

When it was already 5, I decided to freshen up and dress up. Grace had said I should dress fancy because she was taking me to a fancy restaurant so I decided to put on a dress shirt and trousers and even some shoes.

By the time I am done dressing up, I smile satisfactorily at my reflection in the mirror. And now it's 5:25 and I still have a bit of time to kill but I can only sit for a few minutes without feeling restless. I decide to just go for a short drive around the neighbourhood before heading to Cynthia's house.

The drive around really helps to clear my head and I arrive at Cynthia's place just as a car drives out of their compound.

I watch the car drive off, feeling 90% sure that that's John's car. Just before the gate closes, I drive into the compound. I glance at the car's dashboard and see that I am two minutes late and someone is just closing Cynthia's front door.

The front door opens again, the person probably noticing the new car and Cynthia's nanny steps out and stares at my car a bit warily. She then turns her head to the back to mumble to someone. I soon realise that someone is Grace as she tiptoes from behind Nanny and beams when she notices my car.

I come down from the car just then and approach them.

"Good evening, Nanny." I greet.

"Femi, right?" She asks and I nod in response. "Don't mind me. I'm still trying to connect y'all faces with the names."

I chuckle at that and reply, "I understand ma."

"You already know the drill. You have to be back by 9." She reminds me as I nod in response.

"Yes ma."

"Alright then. Have fun." She smiles and turns to go back inside. Grace finally appears from behind her grinning. As soon as Nanny enters the house and closes the door, Grace bursts down the couple of stairs and into my arms.

I hug her tightly and she does the same, giggling when I squeeze her even more.

Her giggles soothe me, even more than the drive had and I finally release her, giving her a peck in the mouth. She smiles at that but refuses to let me kiss her again.

"You are going to kiss off my lipgloss." She laughs as she covers my mouth.

"And is that so bad?" I mumble into her hand and she nods, still laughing. I kiss her hand and stick out my tongue and she immediately removes the hand, swatting at me.

"You are so unserious." She chides, smiling.

"Only for you." I wink at her and she shakes her head.

"We have to get going. The reservation is for 6:30." She reminds me as she tries to set herself free from my embrace.

"Oh, that's true. Where are we even going? You only told me to dress fancy." I then check out her dressing, she always looks beautiful but I especially like it when she puts in more effort to look better when I am concerned.

"You look absolutely gorgeous." I tell her and she grins.

"You look so handsome too." She tells me, making me chuckle. I finally let her go from my embrace and hold her hand instead as we head towards the car.

"I told you to dress fancy because we are going to a fancy restaurant. I'm going to treat you to a very nice meal." She announces proudly just as we get to the car. Before I open the car for her, I give her another peck on the lips.

"Thank you." I tell her. I know she arranged everything to cheer me up after everything that had happened yesterday and I can't be more grateful.

This time around, she kisses me. "You are welcome."

I finally open the car door to let her in and soon, we are both leaving Cynthia's compound.

"I'm supposed to be driving though." She says as we get to the main road.

"You know how to drive?" I ask, genuinely curious and she shakes her head.

"No." She replies sulkily. "I want to learn but mummy won't let me."

"I will teach you." I say immediately.

"I know." She smiles coyly. "That's why I lo- like you."

I return her smile while pretending that I didn't notice the way she had hesitated and changed her word from love to like.

I'm not totally certain but I think I confessed my love to her yesterday while I was drunk. That was definitely not how I had planned to express how deep my feelings are for her but I will definitely make it up to her.

I can even tell her properly today and make sure she knows.

"We are almost there." She announces, interrupting my thoughts.

"Already?" I asked her, surprised.

"Yup." She nods. "It's not that far. Just turn left here."

A few distance after turning left and we arrive at this grand looking restaurant. I glance at her with a raised eyebrow, "Are you sure this is where we are going?"

"Yeah." She nods excitedly, already unbuckling her seatbelt. She gets out before me, looking all giddy. I go out to meet her and place an arm on her waist.

"Let's go." I tell her.

"Let's go!" She repeats more excitedly and I chuckle.

We reach the restaurant entrance and the security man opens the door to the building for us to enter.

I glance around, impressed by the whole setting and I can see high class people, dining and laughing amongst themselves.

Not bad.

One of the waiters approaches us and Grace gives him the details of our reservation. After confirmation, he leads us to one of the tables with a nice view of everything going on in the restaurant and even what's going on outside.

"I like our table." Grace smiles.

"I like it too." I return her smile.

"Please check through the menu and tell us what you would like to order." The waiter instructs us.

I scan through the menu noting the food and their prices, my eyes almost bulging out at the exuberance.

And then at that moment it occurred to me that we had gone to a local food seller for our first date and we had eaten to our full, for prices that are way less than this. Looking back now, it seems so long ago. A lot of things have happened since that time.

I'm sure even the portion sold for these prices won't be up to that.

While trying to order something that won't dig too big of a hole in Grace's money even though I am well aware that she can afford it, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

I bring it out to check to see what notification it is, a part of me fearing that it's my mum once again but I am surprised to see that it's actually from Wole.

I open the message and my eyes widen at what I read.

"What's wrong?" I hear Grace ask, sounding worried. I glance up at her and see her expression matching her voice.

"Did something happen?" She asks again.

"I think Wole is about to commit murder." I blurt out. If it isn't for the whole situation, I would be amused at the startled look of the waiter who was just about to place a glass of juice in front of us.

Grace just seems lost.

I give her my phone so she can read the message that Wole had sent to me.

"Why? What's going on?" She asks me as she returns the phone.

I read through the message again.

'Come over. I'm going to kill John and if you don't come to stop me, it might be too late.'

"What's going on? Why is Wole saying he's going to kill John?" Grace asks again, looking confused.

"Wole is John's half brother." I tell her calmly.

"What?!" She screeches.

I nod, not expecting less of a reaction from her. And I think I know why he said he's going to kill John.

"Let's just go. Their place is a bit far from the restaurant. I will explain the rest on the way." I tell her as I place the menu that I still somehow have in my hand on the table. I glance at the waiter that's still standing next to our table and give him a tight smile.

"I guess we won't be ordering anything anymore." I tell him apologetically as I stand up. "Sorry for wasting your time." I remove a couple thousand naira notes from my wallet and give it to him.

Then I turn to Grace, "Babe, let's go."

She looks like she's lost in thought but she blinks back to the present when I tap her hands.

"We have to go." I tell her.

"Yeah, right." She nods as she picks her bag and stands too. She bids the waiter bye and we hurriedly make our way out of the restaurant.

I just hope I don't get there too late.

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CYNTHIA

My eyes widen at his announcement.

John is Wole's half-brother?!

I turn to John for confirmation, "John, is that true?" I ask but he doesn't reply. For some reason, the grass on the floor appears to be fascinating to him.

Wole snickers and I look up at him, "He knew I was his brother when he approached me and no, it wasn't because he wanted to bond with me. He approached me because he wanted to get back at my father." He explains but I keep quiet, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't fault him for trying to get back at him because my dad is a coward. He apparently abandoned him and his mother when she got pregnant with him but somehow, they got together again and she ended up getting pregnant again. Of course, he didn't take responsibility the second time and abandoned them again. But I guess this time, John didn't want him to go scot-free. So he decided that he had to ruin the family his father left him and his mother for." Wole continues with a bitter smile.

"And man, was he successful. He made my mum leave the house and made his mum the housewife. My mum left home three years ago and I haven't heard from her since then. I admit my dad was an asshole and I'll never forgive him for what he did but it doesn't necessarily mean I have to accept what John did to my family."

Oh, Wow. This is serious.

I don't even know how to respond to this.

"But do you know what annoys me the most?" He asks and I gently shake my head, too stunned to speak.

"It's the fact that I allowed myself to be used. He made a complete fool out of me because I genuinely thought he was my friend!" His voice rising with anger towards the end. 'I really liked him but he was never ever sincere with me!" Wole adds.

But it all makes sense now. I can now understand why he and Wole don't see eye to eye, why they totally dislike each other and why the others also dislike John.

I mean John really did all these? Seriously?!

I really want to hear his side of the story but his silence isn't helping.

"John." I call in a soft but firm voice and that must have gotten to him because he finally stops staring at the grass and looks at me. "I'm going to ask you one last time and I want you to tell me the truth." I say.

He stands from the floor and comes to stand right in front of me. I notice the look of hurt in his eyes but I just want to know the answer to the question.

"Did you do everything he said?" I ask nevertheless.

"Cynthia, do you really believe his words?" He asks in return, staring into my eyes and I do the same, trying to read his emotions but all I can see is that he is hurt.

That might mean he is disappointed that I'm thinking this way about him but then he could also be acting. I mean he acted a lie consistently for two years so this isn't new. And everything Wole said sounded so true.

"It's not like you've done or say anything to make me believe otherwise." I reply his question.

He takes a step towards me and tries to put his hands on my shoulder but I take a step back. It was done subconsciously, my body definitely knows that the last thing I want right now is for him to touch me.

The small movement seems to have made him really annoyed because the next thing I know, he turns to Wole and grabs him by his shirt.

"How dare you?!" He shouts into his face, making him confused. "How dare you tell her such lies? What will you do if she doesn't trust me anymore?!" He shouts and Wole bursts out laughing.

"You really are something else." He says between laughter before continuing in a serious tone, "You took my mother away from me. You took Tiwa away from me and your priority now is that she won't trust you? Really? You are crazy." He spits at him and John gives him a punch that makes him stagger backward.

"You are the crazy one for thinking any of this is my fault. And I think deep down you also know the truth." He asks mockingly but Wole only glares at him. John continues, "Your mother leaving was always and will always be your father's fault. And Tiwa?" John asks with annoyance. "You never cared for her. You couldn't cater for her needs. You never really understood her. You neglected her. You never listened to her when she was actually trying to tell you her feelings. Now tell me, how am I the killer?" John asks with a laugh.

His words seem to have hit a nerve in Wole because he charges towards John angrily.

"You know nothing! I was there for her!" Wole shouts and John chuckles.

"Really? Then why are you so triggered right now?" He asks and Wole replies with a punch.

"How would you know? You are only jealous because she ended up with me! I loved her! I cared for her! I listened!!" He screams, sounding so much like he's trying to convince himself that it's the truth. That it has to be the truth.

John scoffs before replying and wipes his mouth which is now bleeding, "Is that what you tell yourself before you sleep at night? To convince yourself that she didn't die because you neglected her?" He asks and Wole punches him again.

"Don't you dare try to make me feel guilty for her suicide when it was clearly you who led her to doing so. You sent her those freaking pictures and those demeaning messages!" Wole shouts and John smirks, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"What if I did? What if I did all those things you just accused me of doing? What are you going to do about it? Hand me over to the police? You don't even have proper evidence." He mocks and Wole goes rigid. I stare at John, wide eyed.

Is he insane? Did he just admit to...?

"You fucking bastard!" Wole shouts, soon recovering from the shock Aand aims for him again. He tries to punch him but he ends up receiving one instead. This soon turns to a brawl but I'm too shocked from the whole situation to try to stop them.

Is John really capable of doing something like that? To someone he claims to love?

And then a question comes nagging at the back of my mind, 'Would he ever do something like that to me?'

I give him a long, hard stare as I watch them fight.

Is he capable of doing that to me? 
Would he ever think of doing that to me?

You mean after you made him think that you like him only for you to run to his enemy, I'll go with yes.

My subconscious can be a bitch sometimes.

But he just confessed his undying love to me. He thinks I'm still coming back to him, so he will never do that.

And there's the fact that it isn't certain John was behind her death. He didn't deny it but I can still give him the benefit of doubt... Right?

I'm still thinking of all the worst things John may do to me when I see something sparkly and purple in my line of vision. It seems weird because that's exactly how the dress Grace is putting on looks like.

And that's when I realize... Grace is here?!

I blink out of my thoughts and Grace's face comes into focus.

"Cut it out!" Femi's voice says loud enough for Jane to probably hear from inside. The sudden male voice must have startled them because they pause in between tearing each other's clothes to look at him.

I look up at Femi and he doesn't look happy. Grace who is behind him has her hands covering her mouth as she takes in the scene and I can't blame her because seeing the drink, glasses and the boys all scattered on the floor is surely a sight to behold.

"What the hell is going on here?" She finally asks while Femi separates them and helps Wole up. No one talks so she turns to look at me. I don't know what expression she must have seen on my face to make her conclude that she won't be getting the answer from me because she looks at the boys again.

"I think I deserve an explanation!" She continues, her voice beginning to rise. She is obviously beginning to get angry. "Femi left our date before it even began because of the text he got from you and even though he told me that you guys are half brothers, I still think I deserve an explanation."

Wole who looks admonished begins to apologize, "I'm sorry. I didn't think that he might be with you before I sent that message. I guess that's a mistake on my part."

Femi gives Grace a chiding look and shakes his head, telling her without words not to push it.

She was so excited for their date and at the prospect of Femi confessing his love to her while sober, I don't blame her for being annoyed.

"This is not the place for that talk." Femi says calmly to her and then turns to Wole. "No matter how annoyed you are, you should have controlled yourself!" He scolds him but Wole is now sending death glares to John.

"You would have done worse if you were in my shoes so don't you dare take that tone with me." Wole finally replies. "Just get me out of here. I don't wish to stay in the same place with this murderer." He says menacingly and Grace gasps at his words.

"Did he just refer to John as a murderer?" She asks and then glances at John who rolls his eyes at her and settles his stare on me instead.

"Let me take you home." John offers.

"Femi, can you drive me home too?" I turn to him. "Thanks for the date, John." I add a bit unsurely and turn to leave.

To say he looks hurt is an understatement but I don't think I can put up with anything he has to say. My mind is still processing a lot of things and what I crave more than anything is my warm bed and pillow.

And maybe a call from Michael.

I leave the venue of the date first and retrace my steps into the house. Jane has fallen asleep on the chair - I'm amazed at the fact that she could sleep with all the noise outside - and as I watch her sleep for just a moment, I remember Wole talking about his little sister being obsessed with PJ Masks too then I realize he was talking about Jane.

She is his half-sister but he must love her so much because he didn't describe her like he has an enmity with his brother or mother, he did like he would describe a loved one.

"Your brother loves you." I say to her quietly before heading outside the compound.

"Madam." The security guard who had welcomed us on our way inside says with a smile but the smile is soon clear off his face as soon as he sees my glare.

"Why am I a madam?" I ask and he looks momentarily confused.

"You came inside with Oga John now, that's why-

"That's why nothing! We don't have anything together, is that clear?" I say coldly and he looks taken aback.

"Yes mad-, He starts to say but quickly corrects himself. "Yes, ma." I start to feel bad for lashing out at him but I am just so drained and confused.

I look around for Femi's car and go to wait patiently beside it. I can already feel the beginning of a throbbing headache and I'm more than grateful when Femi, Grace and Wole finally decides to appear.

No one says a word as we all get into the car and Femi drives out of the compound. Even the security man didn't dare wish us goodbye.

The drive to my house is silent, everyone seems to be thinking. Grace asks me once if I'm okay and I give her a tight smile in response.

When we finally get to our house, both Grace and I alight from the car but as I turn to go inside, Wole calls my name.

I walk back to him and he lets out a slow breath, "Cynthia, you really need to be careful of John. And now, I think you have more reasons to steer clear of him. I can't stop thinking of that message, 'If you don't belong to me, you belong to no one else'. He might deny it but he's the only one who can send that type of message and if he decides to apply that same mentality to you, I can't even begin to think of what he might do to you. He might seem like he is okay with you and Michael now but no one knows what goes on in his head." He warns and I nod, trying to assimilate his words.

"Thank you." I say with a small smile and turn to go.

"One more thing-

He starts again and I stop in my tracks then turn to listen to what he has to say, "If you suddenly feel something is going wrong in your life. Something so bad that it makes you depress that you might consider suicide, it's all John."

His words definitely unnerves me but all I can do is nod and continue to walk towards the house where Grace is already waiting for me by the entrance. Nanny opens the door for us to enter and immediately frowns when she sees our expression.

"What's wrong?" She asks the both of us.

"The date-" Grace starts to explain but I cut her in between. I don't want to listen to her narrate what she knows to Nanny and even worse, see Nanny's reaction.

"Nanny, I will go to bed now." I say and kiss her on the cheeks.

"Are you sure you are all right?" She asks worriedly but I don't reply.

"Goodnight." I say instead and head for the stairs.

I know both Grace and Nanny are watching me as I climb the stairs but I'm too exhausted to care. They will probably start to talk about my date with John as soon as I'm out of sight.

How did the date go wrong so terribly? I wasn't hoping for too much in the first place. I mean, I agreed to the date because I really wanted an explanation and I had actually gotten it. But then, I got the whole event that happened afterwards too.

Grace probably doesn't even know the half of it so she won't have much information to tell Nanny but I can still imagine both their reactions when they discover that John led Wole's ex-girlfriend to committing suicide.

No matter how much I try to justify his actions in my head or try to defend him, it doesn't seem right. I know he can be manipulative and deceiving, but to that extent? Pushing your friend to suicide and destroying your friend's home?

I enter my room and strip out of my clothes. I grab my towel and head straight to the bathroom. I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom but I'm surprised to find that Grace is yet to be in the room by the time I'm out.

She must have understood that I need to be alone. I change into my pajamas and snuggle into my bed. I thought I would fall asleep as soon as I lay on the bed but I'm not even close to doing so.

The dinner I had with John just keeps replaying itself in my mind. Our conversation, his declaration, Wole's intrusion, John's reactions, everything keeps playing in my mind and there's also that one question.

'Would he ever do something like that to me?'

Wole's words also choose that moment to replay itself in my mind.

"Cynthia, be careful of John. Now, I think you have more reason to steer clear of him. I can't stop thinking of that message, 'If you don't belong to me, you belong to no one else' and if he decides to apply that same mentality to you, I can't even begin to think of what he might do to you. He might seem like he is okay with you and Michael now but no one knows what goes on in his head."

"If you suddenly feel something is going wrong in your life. Something so bad that it makes you depress that you might consider suicide, it's all John."

Wole's words seem to answer my question and it worries me a lot. What worries me the most is that I still can't wrap my head around the fact that John can do such a thing to me.

He just told me that he is willing to wait for me to come back to me so he can definitely not do that... Right?

The door to my room opens and I catch a glimpse of sparkly purple before closing my eyes to pretend like I have fallen asleep.

"Cynthia? Are you asleep?" Grace calls gently but I have no strength to reply. After receiving no response, she sighs and heads towards the direction of my wardrobe.

When I can hear the sound of the shower running, I look for my phone and find it in the bag I took to John's place.

My first instinct when I remove the phone from my bag is to talk to Michael. The last time I spoke to him was when he had looked disappointed after he had found out that I was going on a date with John in his secret room and it seems like he's still giving me the silent treatment seeing as he hasn't messaged or called me since morning. And although it was just yesterday, it seems like such a long time.

I also realize that I miss him and I want to hear his voice. I want more than anything for him to assure me that everything is going to be alright.

I open my phone contacts and my finger wavers over his name as I wonder whether to call him or not. He told me he was going to confess his feelings for me and I am really hoping he does that soon. But what happens if he asks me out? Do I say yes?

I stare at my phone, his contact waiting for me to dial it. But I can't bring myself to do it.

The shower stops running then, a sign that Grace is done taking her bath so I quickly drop the phone in my bag and lay beneath my duvet again.

I close my eyes tightly and listen to her footsteps as she moves around the room until I slowly begin to fall asleep.

A moment later, I feel a cold hand squeeze mine gently and even though she can't see me, I smile. She might not know it but that gentle squeeze just assured me that everything will be alright.

Not so long after, I fall asleep.

***

Whoops! I'm glad the whole John and Wole fight is over now. It wasn't really easy to write and I went over it more than twice.

What do you think about Wole's warning to Cynthia?

And I am actually curious to know which of the ships are your favourite.

Just comment this emoji '😍' on your favourite ship.

Michael + Cynthia = Minthia
Peter + Cynthia = Penthia
John + Cynthia = Jonthia
Grace + Femi = Gremi

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