~Joanna
I carefully folded another dress and placed it into my suitcase, the soft hum of the air conditioner blending with the distant chirping of birds outside our villa. My gaze shifted to Lanre, who was lounging on the bed, scrolling lazily through his phone. His suitcase lay wide open on the floor, barely touched, with clothes haphazardly strewn about as though packing was the least of his priorities.
"Lanre, why are men scum?" I blurted out, the question escaping my lips before I could think twice.
Lanre’s head snapped up, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed my sudden outburst. He set his phone down on the bedside table and stood, stretching leisurely. "Scum?" he echoed, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "That’s a bit harsh. Where’s that coming from?"
I shrugged, pr
