Fiona

"Miguel, Miguel!" Bexley banged the door repeatedly. No response

"He hasn't come outta his room since last night ma'am. And when he came,he was crying" one of the maid said

"Damn...go fetch the spare keys" Bexley sighed heavily. Within minutes,the maid brought back the spare key

Bexley never hesitanted in inserting the key. She pushed the door open and rushed in

"My fûck!! Bro !?'she shriked rushing to him

His entire body is literally red as fûck. A bad headache kept resounding in his eyes. Empty bottles of alcoholic drinks were scattered on the floor

"She doesn't love me "he whimpered sadly

"Bro, Miguel?? The fūck happened?! Miguel, please talk to me!!"Bexley asked with teary eyes. He laid hopelessly on his bed feeling so much like shît

"So I confessed to her" he muttered. Bexley knew he was referring to immediately

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