I'm not stalking I'm just investigating.

50 shades of lightskin chapter 6

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I wonder what Malak's house smells like. I could just invite myself in.

What harm could I do?

My eyes explore the area for an entrance. I know there's a door but why be so boring and not climb through the window.

Everyone climbs through the window. It's normal.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not a good climber so when I was attempting to climb the wall to Malak's bedroom, I scraped my chin on the wall.

I know. God loves me. 😑

"Hey there" I hear a faint strainy voice say.

It's that old woman from the park. Did she follow me?

Wait! Hold up! I'm following Malak but all this time, I was following Malak being followed by an old lady with a Justin Bieber poster. Who was following me following Malak.

Wait what????

She squints her eyes at me as she slowly walks closer. Her fists get tighter as she raises her walking stick at me.

* I think someone fed granny too much chicken*

I quickly rush up the wall, squeezing my fingers into the gaps and throwing myself into the window of Malak's bedroom.

Silence.
My hands reached across me to close the window. I laid flat on the floor scared to look back at the old angry lady waiting for me outside.

At least I'm inside.

I got back up on my feet. I can hear the sound of a running tap in the distance.

All around me the floor was covered with clothes and the stands were packed with trophies.

And I thought my room was a mess.

I thought Malak would have his room filled with lotions and creams and a book named " How to shave your legs" or "50 shades of lightskin"

* I wonder if Malak still has his collection of Calvin Klein boxers*

Once I was at the mall, just casually sitting near the men's area (with my binoculars) and I caught Malak and his mum heading out the dressing room with a brand new pair of Calvin Klein boxers.

It was a coincidence I was there. I swear on Malak's perfectly shaved legs.

I tripped over Malak's Gucci flip flops while heading to his wardrobe. It's like his bedroom is a boobytrap for thirsty ass girls.

I'm not thirsty. I'm very much hydrated.

At least I'm not one of those girls who follow Malak where ever he goes and climbs into his house and steals his stuff. That's thirsty behaviour. And I'm no where near that.

Oops

I hope he doesn't mind his clothes going missing.

I'm not stealing.. I'm borrowing.
- there's a difference 😊

I jump as I hear footsteps from a distance. I frantically search for a place to hide.

My eyes come in contact with the wardrobe. Can I fit in there in?

The footsteps grow louder.

Ahhhhhhh. Great! Just great! Now I'm squashed Into a wardrobe filled with Malak's unwashed clothes.

The door opens, making me jump.

Malak comes through, he has one towel wrapped around his wet curls and another around his waist. He walks around his bedroom with a toothbrush in his mouth. He heads to the window noticing it closed.

He stops as his eyes slowly face the wardrobe.

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