🚨WARNING🚨
THIS BOOK IS MY FIRST SO IT'S NOT PERFECT, IM NOT A WRITER, I DO THIS FOR FUN. HOPEFULLY, I WILL EDIT IT WHEN I HAVE ENOUGH TIME
Before y'all start I changed the book name from if love is a crime to Love and power.
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✴️ ℑsabella's house
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•ℑsabellaPOV•
After the ride, we finally made it my house. I didn't want to take him back to his hotel room because of what happened there the last time.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked pushing his wheelchair to the kitchen.
"Good, don't worry "
"Perfect, Are you hungry so I can cook something for you"
"You can cook?"
" Yeah, now see don't ever underestimate a girl raised in an African home, cause we must know how to cook. So what do you want to eat ? "
"Anything! "
"Ok, then I will cook one of my favorite Nigerian food then."
"I'm excited for this "
"To see me cook or to taste Nigerian food?"
"Both to be honest" I gave him a peck on his cheek for that.
"Let me prepare some fruits for you so you can get busy with something "
"Ok just don't add strawberries, I'm trypophobia"
"What? What does that means?"
"It's when you're stressed by tiny little holes, Google it" I took my phone just to Google 'trypophobia'
"Omg, so disgusting but strawberries are still cute compare to those, oh my God. I'm disgust " he laughed
"You know what you were doing that's why you told me to Google it, well guess I'm trypophobia too " I said washing some mangos and other fruits for him.
After cutting and decorating the fruit on the bowl cause I always liked when it's well presented. "There you go"
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