𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 (𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧-𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥) ✔

- 22 -

                  - Henry's POV -

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Sorry for the late update. Here's a chapter. We might have it might not have a double update. If I don't give out another update today, then I will do that tomorrow.

Enjoy.
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I watched as Hope rushed out of my room, followed by a laughing Jackson. I glared at Jackson and all he did was laugh his way into my room and closed the door behind him.

"Is Williams Henry, heartthrob of Nigeria, about to kiss a boy?" He laughed, sitting beside me. Looking at his side, he took note of my hard stare and tried hard to subside his laughter. "Seriously man, if I knew you were making your moves I wouldn't have interrupted."

"What do you want?" I growled, getting in bed and letting the duvet rest atop me.

"Your iPhone cord. Mine just stopped working." I remained silent, staring at Jackson with a bewildered look. He'd just interrupted Hope and I because he wanted a cord to charge his phone?

"Come on, I said if I knew you were having a moment I wouldn't have interrupted!" Jackson tried to redeem himself. "Baby just sent a rap demo. I wanted to listen in on it but my phone went dead."

"You're obsessed with this new rapper of yours," I said to him.

"What can I say," Jackson shrugged. "He's talented as fuck. Thinking of officially signing him into the label before someone else take note of his inmate talents."

"And what have I said about charging your phone at the last minute?" I scolded. That was a bad habit from Jackson and unfortunately, he grew with it. They'd be power in the house but Jackson won't recharge his phone battery's life till it gets to one percent.

"Yes mum," He teased, getting up from my bed and moving to my reading table to discharge my cord from its charger head. "I'll get a new one tomorrow, so you'd be free kiss your dream girl without any interruptions."

I grasped my pillow and aimed it at Jackson but he dodged and laughed his way to the door. Once he got to the door, he opened it and turned to me again.

"I'd have said nice tatoo but all I'm seeing are wraps." I aimed another pillow but Jackson was so swift, it hit the closed door.

"Dick head," I swore under my breath and got up to get both pillows.

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The next day, I didn't have any schedule so I saw it as a free day. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a free day for Jackson as well, so I was stuck with him. Watching the TV in front of us, I couldn't help but think about what almost happened earlier today. Hope clouded my thought and all I wanted to do was to hold unto her and whisper how much I knew she wasn't a boy and was perfectly fine with that.

Speaking of the devil and he shall appear. Hope was dressed in an orange stripe shirt and thick baggy crazy jean. She moved all the way to were Jackson and I was seated, then cleared her throat to announce her presence.

"Sir," Hope said in those forced deep voice of hers. "I um..... Since there's no schedule today, I was thinking of visiting my friends. I'll be back on time."

"Do you need me to—" My phone rang beside me and I looked down at the ID to see it was Yemi. "Do you want me to drive you there?"

Hope stared at her phone and finally at me. She shook her head and my heart fell. "It's fine sir."

"Just go," Jackson said instead, waving his hands. "Henry, let him see people. What if he's going to see his girlfriend?"

I stared at Jackson, seeing a smirk plastered on his face, as he thought it best to tease both Hope and I, at the same time.