𝟎𝟐 | A male friend

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This chapter is lengthy! So please I need your love in it.

I dedicate this chapter to DissoluteWriter her vibes are the best! And oh yeah she did the cover above. Thanks b❤️










Happiness booms from the inside..

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Terrible headache! That is the first thing that hits me when I slowly regain consciousness to the human world from my Disneyland. Disneyland?

How can I be having headache after dreaming about my prince charming?

Cause you cried during the early hours of this morning, duh.

Even to open my eyes is a big battle for me. So I lay still on my bed for about two minutes feeling a gentle rhythm of breeze pass by my spine before I gently pry my eyes open and notice that I am resting on a soft pillow. Yeah that is not the deal but it is BREATHING! I quickly scream jaguns and stumble off the bed making my butt to kiss the beige wooden floor flatly. Coupled with my terrible headache? I feel like I am going to pass out sooner or later. I can not imagine the mess I am in right now.

"Blood of Zachariah! Why did you scream like a witch na?" I hear a muffled deep voice grunt on my bed.

My water bed!

I whip my head so fast that I fear it will snap, and narrow my eyes to my intruder, well familiar intruder I will say, in the form of my step brother who is lying down on the other side of my bed shirtless. So all this while I was dreaming of my prince charming cuddling me on a roller coaster ride it is my brother I was lying next to?

Oh what an irony!

"Really Ay? Is this the best you have got?"
He smiles sheepishly at me and disentangles himself from my red-coloured duvet.

"I can see your tactics Ay, very smooth bro, very very smooth." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Just please leave me alone now. I need some time for myself." When I manage to get up, the headache hit me like a heavy duty truck again and my getting up skills are not helping at all.

Ah, over sabi is not good.

"Aramide" My brother calls softly as he lifts me from the ground effortlessly. Wow he really does a lot of work out for him to be in shape. At least his muscles are not in watse.

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