NIVEA'S POVThe door to my apartment closed with a loud click. My heels creaked deeply across the polished floor, causing me to stagger sideways, barely able to steady my feet. I pulled out the key, from the door, after locking it with a double lock. Flung it into my Brazilian designer cushion. It crawled across the floor, the bunch thudding louder.I walked up to my tall glass window, my lips curling into a smile. “Go home, Jonah,” I hollered, my breath reeking of rum and stronger alcohol. “I’ll be fine,” I said. Jonah stayed still, gaze fixed on me from the distance, hands crossed behind his back, leaning into his jeep, a smile ruining his perfect frown. “I know you, girl, you’re clumsy as fuck,” he replied. I knew he wouldn’t leave without proof that I was going to be fine. He was like that.He was my best friend and the only man who had stayed true to me. During our college days he would get suspended for getting into a fight with anyone who dared to make me cry or even frown. He
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