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Bianca's POV
I opened the door and was shocked to see the person in front of me. He isn't dressed in his usual black suit today, he's clad in a black hoodie and a black jean just like when we were younger, I wonder why he likes black so much, his silky hair glows and it made it obvious he isn't an ordinary Nigerian but a black American, not exactly black cos he has a fair skin fairer than mine.
Chioma peeped and saw him too, she hissed and went back inside.
"What is he doing here?" I thought.
"Did you miss your way sir? Because the last time I checked, this place is my apartment not Wellington's company, hotel, or estate" I said as I furrowed my brows.
"I just want to talk to you" he said calmly and scratched the bridge of his nose.
"I can't, we can only talk in the office
