Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Mokunfayo Badmus:"I don't deserve you, Angel. I don't deserve your heart," he sniffed slightly and gently pressed his lips to the back of my palm before slowly placing it where he'd picked it up from. I struggled around for what to say, but found out that I didn't have anything appropriate.I just wasn't expecting Mike to shed tears when I was around. Hell, I was used to believing Almighty Mike wasn't capable of tears!"I'm sorry about that though," he sheepishly apologised for his unexpected behaviour after a noisy sniff. "It's just been… I've been so psyched with a lot of emotions lately and I was so scared that I was going to lose you; that I wouldn't ever get to see you again and it was just so…" He trailed off proba

Mokunfayo Badmus:I was cool with Cordelia, even before she died; regardless of the fact that she once told me—on an impromptu visit with Bisi—that she was flaunting Mike on purpose to show me how much of a gem I'd foolishly thrown away, I still mourned, in my own way, when I heard of her passing two weeks ago;It was probably because she 'dashed' me her personal journal—on that same visit with Bisi—and that account gave me a glimpse of the horrors she'd lived through till the point where she discovered of her ailment, or probably because after all I'd read of her, I couldn't find it in me to blame or judge or hate her, but we were cool. However, regardless of the fact that I bore no grudges with the deceased, and I also felt bad about the painful course of her passing, I wasn't intent on attending her funer

Almighty Mike:After shedding off the insanely costly jacket I'd worn due to the request of the deceased drama queen, I settled quietly on the same bench Angel just vacated and thought long and hard about all the woman had just yelled at my face in anger, and I realised I had been very and so willfully stupid to have ever thought about all the I'd said after Angel finally confessed about her feelings for me. Now that I thought thoroughly about it, I rested my head in both of my palms and wondered what on earth I had been thinking to have ever suggested that she come be my second in command. How could I have been so ignorant? Angel had never been afraid of me, but she'd never approved of my way of life either and I'd been clueless enough to translate her love for me as a thumbs-up to drag her into the bloody kind of life I onl

Mokunfayo Badmus:Waking up in the arms of a murderer and feeling so ecstatic about it was not what I would have ever imagined myself experiencing in my wildest dreams if I had been asked to envisage a few  years ago, and yet the strong arms that wrapped around my waist, with fingers loosely placed just below my navel, belonged to a ruthless and mindless criminal, and even though my first instinct had been to jump out of bed and away from this stranger with the incredibly comfortable grip despite the fact that my own fingers had been interlaced with his, I got to remember where I was; whose arms I was in and my body relaxed into his hold involuntarily.Lazily maintaining my position in the king size bed, against the warmth of Mike's mostly naked body—I was equally naked myself— I let my mind wander off to the first time we'd ever made love and how passionate it had

Mokunfayo Badmus:My vision initially blurred when I heard my brother's children call out their mother in what seemed like excitement, but when she sashayed further into the auditorium and my brother's kids rushed towards her like long lost lovers reuniting, I suddenly felt the surroundings whirling. If it wasn't for Mike suddenly appearing by my side to support my weight, there was no saying what would have happened had I fallen down the stairs and hit my head on the marble tiles the stairs had been made up of. "Are you okay?" I heard a voice of Mike's worry echo from quite a distance, but I was too busy focusing on the excited giggles and hugs and kisses the trio busied themselves with to reply the man holding me to his side. And because this new intruder and the strangers