Todos os capítulos de Something On The Inside: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Writer's POVShe stood, as was about hailing a taxi because she was already running late for work. And it looked like the rain was getting serious with each second. Making her panic a little. She needed to head fast to the clinic, otherwise, her grumpy old boss would lay complains about her late coming.  Mrs Smiths always looked for ways to complain. And then, she would bring her ill manner cat that didn't like her at all.She bit on her buttom lip, and cursed whatever she could silently. Hoping the old woman hadn't brought the cat that day. She wasn't a fan of cats. And neither did she liked constant nagging.Her the edge of her heel even got stick to a gum on the floor, that she spent more than five minutes trying to take it off. Also getting wet in the process.She was cursing so hard, that she heard a masculine chuckle next to. But she cared less.When she finally stood up, brushing the hair away from her face

Writer's POV The next day, she saw him outside the restaurant, as if he was waiting for someone. He was looking really cute in black sweatshirt, grey yoga pants, and black boots. Plus he had his guitar on it's bag, at his bag. He shoved a lollipop into his mouth, then wore a cap on. Before offering her a smile with the sweet in his mouth. She smiled back at him, because he looked really cute and childish at the same time. Then the tattoos that were visible on his arms made everything hot. It was the first time in her twenty-four years of age, that she was admiring a white boy. Although she had been in London for six years, and had been around whites. But she hadn't been attracted to a white boy before. She preferred the dark skinned guys. According to her, they were more comfortable to be around. She felt safer dating black men. But then, everything had changed when she met Dave. Right from the previous day, when he had

Writer's POV She snapped her eyes back to him, just in time to catch his eyes. Eyes that had been on her all those while she had been lost in her thoughts. He had watched her in silence, and she wanted to know what was going on in his mind as well. But he wasn't staring at her like he wanted to sleep with her. He was looking at her with care. Like she was someone who had a special place in his heart. She saw his hand moving, and then he placed it untop hers. She gave him a curious look, wordlessly asking him what he was up to. But he chose to remain silent, and then caressed her hand. Making her feeling the heat that was radiating from his warm big paw. He did this for sometime, and she thought maybe he was trying to make her feel warm, since she had complained about feeling cold earlier. "I'm good now, you can let go." She crooked out, but Dave didn't take his hand off hers. He

Writers POV Age 33, Lagos, Nigeria. Bolu was in her apartment that Wednesday afternoon. Every Wednesday was her day off, so her mom called her on the phone to come over to the house to deliver her Dad's favourite dish 'Kpanla stew and Amala(A popular dish in Nigeria, mostly in Lagos) To her dad's office. She knew her mom had enough servants at home, but she called her to come over to the house, which she did. She arrived at the house half an hour later, murmuring that she wasn't a kid anymore. And then her mom bursted into a boisterous laugher at this. "See why I told you to return to the house and start leaving here with us until you get married." "I'm thirty-three mum, 'Emi laye mi' ( I own my life)." She had protest grumpily." I'm no longer a kid."

Writer's POV That same evening, Bolu had gone into Alex's study to meet him. He looked distracted at first. And when she sat on his laps, he stared at her in a way she couldn't comprehend. Like he was a bit irritated by her.  It hurt. Having mastered the art of studying people's body movements and expression, when ever she talked about something, so she could know part of what was troubling them.  She had learnt this art several years ago, when she was in high school, and was trying to become a better version of herself, after she had gotten rejected and insulted by the boy she had a great crush on, and had wrote him a letter. Bolu mentioned Mia, and then watched how his honey brown eyes brightened, at the mention of her name.  Dammit! She cursed under her breath. Feeling the sudden need to strangle something, or someone rather.