Michael's POV
I was in my room dancing on a web of guilt. I knew the moment Malem walked to my Dad's door. Because I perceived her intoxicating scent almost immediately. But I did not care, I tried to control my anger, but the thought of her did not exactly make matters better. She had a perfect mother, she herself was perfect. She attracted the same positive energy around her. Even my negativity was dim next to her.
But this Morning when I was talking to my dad it could not work. My dad truly could be s selfish b**t*rd and it made me so angry on some days. I knew when I blurted out those words about wanted her and her mum to go back to Nigeria she heard me. And I knew she would be hurt.
I did not know how to apologize or if it was even worth a try. I knew that this time I had done my w
