Bad boy dairies 6 7 8 9 10
By Akande Peter
💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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**Drake's POV**
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“Bingggggggg...” My alarm sent loud annoying sounds into my ears, waking me up from my sleep.
I slapped it off and it fell off the bedside table to the floor.
I tossed to the other end of the bed and rubbed the side of my head. “Arghh..” I groaned, feeling the head-ache.
Tossing to the centre, events of last night came flashing back.
Damn! they were cops!
They caught Franco. Damn.
I rolled off the duvet on my body and sat up from the bed, dropping my feet on the floor as I picked up my phone from the bedside table and the time is, “7:40am.”
I dropped back my phone, then remembering something, I took it and blocked Franco's lines.
Why im I scared? Not like I've got anything with the business but Franco's arrest could cause lots of things.
I got up and walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast. My mind not going away from last night.
～I was coming back from talking with Bill, one of the steady comers in NIGHTSHADE when I sighted the three men.
They weren't uniformed. No one could suspect they were the police.
I stood where I was and kept my eyes on them as they stylishy searched about and my instinct told me they were searching for someone.
Soon, they begaj coming towards where Franco and the girls sat.
I moved back a bit and wondered why they are heading thereand also if I was the only one seeing this.
They had glass of wine each and then they stopped in front of Franco and the taller man moved forward to Franco with a friendly smile.
He began talking with Franco and the two others smiled along .. then in seconds his glass of wine wasn't in his hand any longer and he brought out an ID from his shirt pocket and displayed it on Franco's face with a changed face.
Stoic
And wicked.
The cops! the cops!
I hurried away, passing crowd of dancers.
I guessed when I was already in my car and revising to speed off, others had noticed and was rushing out, escaping arrest.
I speed off.～
I breathed out as I took the coffee and toasted bread to the breakfsst bar and settled down to eat.
I told Franco to keep away from this bad ass business.
It only get you down when you least expect.
My mind wasn't very at rest. I felt they are coming for me even though I ain't involved in the business.
I ate slowly, not minding the time.
Just as I was washing the dishes my door bell rang and I went for it after dropping the dishes in the drainboard.
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Opening the door, it was Gina.
She put on a sweet smile.
“Hey Drake.” she called, smiling.
“Gina. How're you doing?”
“Im good. I was kinda curious about last night. I heard no music.” she said, staring at me.
I inhaled, “Didn't felt like playing that last night.” I said.
She shrugged, “Alright, how was your night?” she asked.
“It was fine, and yours?”
“Twas fine too. I've gotta go prepare for school.” she said.
“Alright.” I said, moving in but she came forward and placed her lips on mine.
Pulling back, she smiled and walked off.
I brieftly stared at her before shutting my door.
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**Clara's POV**
My Pizza was delivered in ten minutes and I handed the delivery-lady her money and took the pizza pack.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Thanks ma'am.” she said and walked off.
For the third time, I glanced at Drake's apartment and saw his car parked in there.
That was the first thing I did when I woke up this morning, going out to see if he's home. I found his car and I couldn't believe how relieved I felt at that moment. It suprised me. Everything did. My actions last night and this morning.
Then after going back in and ordering Pizza, then coming out to collect my delivery, I had to glance again and now again.
I breathed out before going in and closing the door.
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Serving the breakfast at the dinning, I settled down to eat.
Soon I was done eating and I moved to the kitchen to wash the dishes and move to the bedroom ensuite to bathe.
My phone began ringing in the bedroom but I was still bathing.
Soon, I stepped out in towels.
I picked up my phone which lay on the bed and it was an unsaved phone number.
I moved to the dressing-table and sat down on the chair, dropping my phone on the table and taking my boy-creams.
Soon, the phone began ringing again.
The same number.
I picked it up, placing it on my left ear.
A female voice came on.
“Hello Clara.”
I tried thinking out the person. The voice sound familiar, a lot.
Wait, this can't be Louisa right?
“Hello Clara, I know you don't remember me anymore. It's Louisa.” she said and I gasped.
“Oh my God! Louisa! How on earth did you get my number? oh my world! it's been ages.” I said, feeling so excited.
“I met your mom.. I was so happy to meet her, and she gave me your phone number.” she said with so much excitement in her voice.
“Oh wait Louisa, are you in Florida right now?” I asked.
“Yes I am.”
“Oh wow! how's your husband and your kids?” I asked.
“Oh Clara, it's a long story. Mark and I are divorced two years now and im married to a better man.” she said.
I raised my brows in bewilderement, “Wow I can't believe it, but anyways, how's your new home?” I asked, not wanting to jump into the question of what happened between her and Mark.
“We are doing awesomely great Clara and I have another child, a boy now, for him. ” she said.
“Oh great. Im preparing for work right now. I was promoted to a higher hospital here in Texas.” I said.
“Wow, congratulations and one of these days, I'll come to see you Clara. I've missed our school days.” she said.
“Me too Louisa.” I smiled.
“Alright bye for now Clara. Im gonna call you some other time.” she said.
“Im definitely gonna call you this night Louisa.” I said and we laughed together.
“Bye Louisa.”
“Bye Clara.”
The call ended and I saved her number.
“Oh my God, Louisa.” After high school, she left with her parents and we just lost contacts. She was one my three bestfriends in high school.
I wonder if she achieved her dream of becoming a nurse just like I did.
“I'll ask her all this tonight. For now, I have to hurry up and leave for GraAvantees.” I said and hurried up with my dressing.
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My heels clap-clipped loudly as I hurried to the door. I have just few minutes to be at work.
I opened the door only to see Drake, dressed in black work suits which suprised me.
His right hand hung in the air towads the doorbell button like he was about pressing the it when I opened the door.
He smiled more bringing down his hand and sliding the both into his pockets.
“So I thought you'do leave for work before now.” he said and I just came out with him shifting away for me to lock tje door and I did.
I then turned to him.
“Then I didn't today, so?” I threw arrogantly.
He shrugged, “Nothing”
I took a step to walk down the few steps but then stopped on a thought and turned to him.
“Im a nurse, what are you?” I asked.
He smiled and getting out his occupation ID from his trouser pocket ad waved it at my face.
“A banker.” he said.
I stared in astonishment.
“Banker?” I asked, not believing it.
“Yeah, read that on the ID duh.” he said.
Well, he's right.
“You don't seem like one. You don't adapt to the ways of a banker.” I said and he shrugged with his annoying lopsided smile.
“If you say so, nurse are doubters.” he said.
I rolled my eyes, “Did I doubt your occupation? stop talking what you don't know.” I said and finallly walked down the steps to my car.
“Okay bye Clara.” he said.
I entered my car and drove off.
I can't believe it tho. Drake a banker?
But well, it is. He's a banker.
So not fitting for an asshole like him.
How did he even manage to become that?
(Scoffs)
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I pulled to the parking-lot and got down, shutting the door.
Getting into the hospital, I was first greeted by Matron Gracia.
“Hello Matron, goodmorning.” I greeted.
“Goodmorning nurse Clara. Hurry up, Dr Campbell want to see you in his office, he's been waiting. You came quite late.” she said.
“Oh im sorry Matron.” I said and hurried to the elevator to the third floor.
Opening the office door, Dr Campbell was sitting on his desk, flipping through files I noticed to be health records.
“Im.. im sorry doctor, for arriving late.”
He looked up and his eyes fell on mine.
He looked back on to the records.
“Alright Nurse Adams,” he called getting up.
“Hurry up, we have an emergency. Mr Row Avantees was brought here this morning. He needs to undergo a heart sugery in 48 hours. We musn't do mistakes. Come over and read this health records with me.” he said.
I drew close to the books.
“Who is Row Avantees.” for if Im sure the owner of this hospital doesn't bear Row but Edwardo but the surname are the same.
“Dr. Edwardo's brother. The hospital would be in a big mess if we don't save Mr Row. My profession will be at great risk and yours too.” he said.
I swallowed.
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[11/29, 9:51 PM] Akande Peter: 💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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#Chapter 9
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**Drake's POV**
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As I drove home from work, my mind pondered about Franco's arrest.. I was scared about the cops coming for me cos somehow, someway, I was at the club with Franco and we talk quite lot at work.
The Manager had announced that the police would be coming to the bank for investigation anytime. We should be ready to defend ourselves and the company.
“Damn!” I hit my fist on the steering.
No more clubbing for now.
I'll have to fix myself.
I got home and pulled to my apartment, taking my bag and car keys, I got down and closed the door.
Im home so early today.
7:45pm.
I met the Rogers outside their apartment and Im sure they were staring at me wondering why Im home so early.
Well they wouldn't understand.
Clara isn't home yet.
I walked into my living-room, switching on the lights.
I looked aroud before heading to my bedroom where I switched on the lights,.dropped my bag, took off my shoes and the suit and walked to the bathroom. Splashing water as I stared at my self..
My face wet.
I tried hard to end my fear.
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**Clara's POV**
“Arghh arghh.. today had been a one hell of a stressful dayy.” I muttered as I came down from my car, and headed towards my door porch..
What? Drake is home?
Really? seriously. I couln't believe it.
First, last night, he played no music and today, he was back early and no music playing as well.
Wow...He must recieve an applause for this.
I walked in and switching the lights on, went straight to my bedroom.
Dropped my bag and the files I have to go through this night on my bed and took off my heels.
I checked the time, '8:30pm'
Ahh...
I walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face as I stared at my dull eyes.
Today was a stressful day.
After Dr Campbell and I were done reading Mr Row Avantees health record. We found out he has a lung cancer which is caused by his hard drugging and smoking.
But no one knew except Dr Wendy and Dr Carlos from Stelliford Hospital who treats him secretly.. It was a secret between him and the two doctors.
but seriously? why would such a bad health condition be a secret between three people?
Now, Mr Row condition had gotten critical and the Stelliford hospital wants to treat him but Dr Edwardo Avanteee wants him to be treated in his hospital putting every hope on Dr Campbell.
The Stellifords are stating that they are the only doctors who can save Mr Row but Dr Edwardo want's to prove them all wrong. He's trusting that Dr Campbell would save his brother.
Dr Campbell and every other GraAvantees doctor including I, our Job is at risk if we don't save Mr Row.
Doctor Campbell and I had to go to Stelliford to request for the complete health record of Mr Row to find out the outlune dates he was treated. How many times and in what hour.
They hands us the records after we had to spend hours talking to them to release the records.
Those are the records with me and Dr Campbell goes with two and me with one.
I pulled off my dress to take a cold shower. That would cool me off.
I have to stay awake for hours tonight, reading and recording every single thing written down in that files.
Soon I was done and I walked out and goes to my Wardrobe for pajamas. I picked yellow and pulled on, then ponytailed my hair, slipped my feet into my flops then pick up my phone and walked out over to the living room and played shania twain track this time, 'You're still The One' came playing, and I walked to the kitchen to make dinner.
As I made my eggs sauce and sandwich, I had to wonder why Drake wasn't playing music tonight again just like yesterday.
Is he suddenly changing?
The Rogers said he had never came home without playing loud music.
But anyways, im so grateful that he isn't.
I could read the record tonight.
Noah.. im gonna call him after eating.
And minutes later after eating and cleaning the dishes, I walked back to my bedroom, layed down and made a call to Noah.
We could just talk for two minutes.
**Noah's POV**
“...See Mr Fernado Jones, Are you just sitting there smoking when the police have found out about our operation and is searching the whole world for us? huh!” I yelled, hitting my fist on the table as my dad was relaxed on the seat, smoking and drinking with two girls in short black strapless dress and heels standing beside him and are massaging his shoulders.
He smiled as he puffs out smoke from his mouth and nose.
“Son, why are you frightened about this. Blacks said it was two men from the lowest level, they can't reach to the top. Blacks and his crew are gonna settle them,.. Money solves it all” he said with a lopsisded smile
“You have predict the police of the America. They could be serious this time.” I said.
“We are in Africa. Relax soon.” Then his phone clicks and the lady by the left hands it to him.
He places it on his ear.
He smiles.
“Meet me at Derreign in two hours.” he said and ends the call.
Then smiled at me, “export successful, cash complete.” he announces and I smiled.
“Money money money..” I sang.
“Yes money.” he follows.
My phone rings.
Clara.
“No noise.” I ordered and picks up.
“Baaby, how are you doing?” I spoke first, sounding very soft.
“Im fine sweetie, thought about you, so I had to call you.” she said.
I smiled, “That is so sweet of you baby.. I can't wait to see you and have you in my arms again..” I said..
“Next week right? which day should I anticipate. I've missed you.” she asked.
I glanced at my dad who puffed out smoke.
“I'll let you know baby.” I said.
“Oh alright. I had a stressful day and im about having three hours night reading, going through a health record and some other files. It's not easy.” she said.
“Sorry baby, just be careful and take care of your beautiful self okay?” I saod.
“I wil. I love you Noah..”
“I love you more baby, kisees, muah.”
She giggles, “C'mon give me my own kiss too. Don't be selfish baby.” I said and glanced at my dad who smiled.
“Ahh.. ofcourse, I will give you your own kiss, muah.. love you dearly.” she said.
“Love you more baby, bye.” I said.
“Bye.”
The call ended.
“You know,..” my dad said as he takes the glass of wine on the table, “.. I told you not to fall inlove with any girl Noah cos this business you are in do not deserve such but you wouldn't fucking listen to me, your father.”
I recalled him telling me severally about it but I can't leave Clara.
I love her very much.
“...don't mess this operation that i've built for years son. If you wanna date, date people that is into this business, not some white shoes nurse. ” he said.
“I love Clara dad... I've been handling it.” I said.
He sipped from the glass, “Be cautious son.”
I pushed my hair backward as thoughts of Clara ran through my mind.
I've lied so many times to Clara.
Im still lying right now and im gonna still lie to her in the future.
I wish we never met cos I fell inlove with her immediately that she walked pass me and I couldn't help not making her my girlfriend even though my dad disapproved that due to the business and the rules.
But I could'nt stop my feelings.
I love Clara and im afraid to know that if the police doesn't stop their investigations and arrest, then i'll have to stay back here till the investigation dies away and a lot more which I don't want at all.
I miss Clara so much.
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tbc
[11/29, 9:52 PM] Akande Peter: 💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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#Chapter 10
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**Clara's POV**
“Blinggggggg!!” My alarm bell rang, waking me up from my three hours sleep.
5am.. I have to be at the hospital before 7am.
Today Dr Campbell's surgery on Mr Row has been scheduled by 9am.
I yawned, rubbed my dizzy eyes as I rolled my self out of my comfy bed. Walking to the switch, I switched the lights on and walked to my wardrobe. I picked out my work dress, picked out my shoes and underwears, and layed them on the bed.
I moved over to the bathroom to freshen up.
I brushed my teeth and took my bathe.
Soon, I was dressed in just my white undies as I walked out to the kitchen to make a quick coffee with bread.
I ate hurriedly cos it was already 6am.
I dropped the dishes and rushed back to my room to dress into my white dress, wore my shoes, forgot about makeup on my face as I picked my bag, my phone and my car keys and hurried out after switching the lights on.
My bad.. it's already 6:30.
Time goes so fast.
I have just thirty minutes to get to work.
I shut the door and hurried to my car, I ignited the car but confusely, it didn't start.
Oh my God.. not this morning, not today.
I had the tank filled last night while coming back from work.
What's the matter now.
I ignited it again, same thing happened. It did't start.
Oh no no.. It's 6:35 already.
Gosh... You really need to start, you this car.
I tried it again, but it seems it's not gonna even try to start.
What am I going to do.
Ohh.. go for a cab! but it's not so easy to get a cab this early morning!
“God.. You have to make this car start for me. This is about my work, my life.” I muttered fearfully.
I ignited it again, it just didn't obey!
I got frustrated.
I decided to go for a cab.
I came down, carrying my bag with me and slammed the door with anger as I hurried to the road for a cab.
Oh.. thank goodness, I saw a cab coming just immediately and I waved at it.
It stopped at my front and I entered.
There was no other passenger and I was happy.
“GraAvantees Hospital. Don't stop for another passenger. Im gonna pay. Please hurry up. I need to get there in fifteen minutes” I said.
“Alright ma'am.” he said and sped off.
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**Drake's POV**
I was done dressing up for work, and fixing my ties on the full length mirror beside my wardrobe when my phone rang.
I walked to the bed to pick it up but seeing the caller, I ignored the call.
Branda.
This bitch won't quit troubling my life. Like what the fuck! im done with her.
Can't she understand that I don't date. I don't fucking date.
I gotta deal with her for her to understand.
It stopped ringing and I was done with fixing my tie.
I spread some cologne, I picked up my briefcase, my phone and my car keys and walked out.
Walking outside, I shut the door, and headed to my car to see Clara's car still packed over there.
I felt like seeing her. I just felt.
I walked to her apartment and rung the doorbell.
I had waited for minutes before checking at the door and realizing that the door is locked.
“Gone to work without her car?” I muttered worrriedly.
I hope she's safe.
What happened to her car?
I walkee over to where it was packed and scanned around it.
“Maybe it's had fault this morning and she had to take a cab.” I said and headed to my car.
Wish I saw her, would have driven her to work.
*I smiled.
Maybe she'd appreciate with some intimacy... ahh damn.
Clara wouldn't do that.
She loves her boyfriend, blah blah.
Whatever.
I drove off.
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I was happy all through the ride to work, with thoughts of how im gonna get Clara... how im gonna smatch her ass and all..but once I was getting close to the bank, fear overtook.
Franco's arrest.
The cops coming for investigation.
Damn me.
Im acting like a twerp..
I can face this. I ain't a drug dealer or whatever.
I drove in, pulling at the bank parking lot.
I got out with my briefcase and walked into the bank, seeing the faces of the securities looking nothing like alarming, I walked into the elevator to the fourth floor.
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The faces of my colleagues and that of the Manager and senior staff weren't pleasant at all.
I inhaled.
Today is gonna be a really long day.
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**Clara's POV**
Carrying the surgery equipments, I stared at Dr Campbell as he spoke with Dr Edwardo Avantees on the phone.
The time said, '8:35am'
“Yes sir. The records this time were complete and correct. I am ready and so my nurse. We are stating the operation at 9am.”
“...Yes sir. She's fit for this. I don't need another nurse on this. It's time already.”
“I believe sir. We are going to do our best. I won't fail you sir.”
Then the call endeded.
He looked at me and I could see some sort of fright in his hazel eyes.
I have to tell him something encouraging.
“Nurse Adams.. did you pray this morning when you woke up?” he asked.
“I did before I slept.” I said.
“And it's about this surgery?”
“It's among sir.” I said.
He breathed out.
“Sir, you have to take away every fear. You can do this doctor, you have been a doctor for fiftteen years like you told me and you've lost not more than two patients. I believe this surgery's gonna be a success. We really need to go now. It's twenty minutes to nine o'clock sir.” I said.
He glanced at his wristwatch.
“Let's go.” he said, heading first, and I followed behind, carrying the surgery equipments.
God, please make this surgery a success.
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**Noah's POV**
We drove, reaching Reaching Cooltow bridge, and turned left to Demac... it races down to Gateways where the clients were waiting.
Donald is driving with Dad and I at the backseat.
Three of dad's boys are at the other car, driving in front.
Everyone was silent as we drove to Gateways.
Gateways was a deserted railway which had been abandoned with the train transportation stopped over twenty years.
Soon we were close to Gateway and we could sight the two cars of the clients waiting with two men in black overcoat standing outside.
I smiled.
New millions is about to be ours in few minutes.
We pulled to the other side, opposite them and the three boys stepped out immediately with each person holding one silver briefcase.
That's where the stuff are packed.
One of the men standing opened the door and a man in brown overcoat and cowboy hat stepped out.
Mr Don Catter.
A black man
He nodded at his men and they opened the second car and brought out three briefcase.
There was a quick exchange.
“Done.” dad said to Mr Don Catter and they shoke hands.
“Complete.” Don Catter said, as we shoke hands too.
“Complete” I said.
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Soon, we were on the road, driving back to Nestreet.
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<b> Okay, who really is the bad boy in this story?
Drake or Noah.
Seems Nurse Clara has a thing with bad boys.
💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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**Drake's POV**
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“Bingggggggg...” My alarm sent loud annoying sounds into my ears, waking me up from my sleep.
I slapped it off and it fell off the bedside table to the floor.
I tossed to the other end of the bed and rubbed the side of my head. “Arghh..” I groaned, feeling the head-ache.
Tossing to the centre, events of last night came flashing back.
Damn! they were cops!
They caught Franco. Damn.
I rolled off the duvet on my body and sat up from the bed, dropping my feet on the floor as I picked up my phone from the bedside table and the time is, “7:40am.”
I dropped back my phone, then remembering something, I took it and blocked Franco's lines.
Why im I scared? Not like I've got anything with the business but Franco's arrest could cause lots of things.
I got up and walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast. My mind not going away from last night.
～I was coming back from talking with Bill, one of the steady comers in NIGHTSHADE when I sighted the three men.
They weren't uniformed. No one could suspect they were the police.
I stood where I was and kept my eyes on them as they stylishy searched about and my instinct told me they were searching for someone.
Soon, they begaj coming towards where Franco and the girls sat.
I moved back a bit and wondered why they are heading thereand also if I was the only one seeing this.
They had glass of wine each and then they stopped in front of Franco and the taller man moved forward to Franco with a friendly smile.
He began talking with Franco and the two others smiled along .. then in seconds his glass of wine wasn't in his hand any longer and he brought out an ID from his shirt pocket and displayed it on Franco's face with a changed face.
Stoic
And wicked.
The cops! the cops!
I hurried away, passing crowd of dancers.
I guessed when I was already in my car and revising to speed off, others had noticed and was rushing out, escaping arrest.
I speed off.～
I breathed out as I took the coffee and toasted bread to the breakfsst bar and settled down to eat.
I told Franco to keep away from this bad ass business.
It only get you down when you least expect.
My mind wasn't very at rest. I felt they are coming for me even though I ain't involved in the business.
I ate slowly, not minding the time.
Just as I was washing the dishes my door bell rang and I went for it after dropping the dishes in the drainboard.
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Opening the door, it was Gina.
She put on a sweet smile.
“Hey Drake.” she called, smiling.
“Gina. How're you doing?”
“Im good. I was kinda curious about last night. I heard no music.” she said, staring at me.
I inhaled, “Didn't felt like playing that last night.” I said.
She shrugged, “Alright, how was your night?” she asked.
“It was fine, and yours?”
“Twas fine too. I've gotta go prepare for school.” she said.
“Alright.” I said, moving in but she came forward and placed her lips on mine.
Pulling back, she smiled and walked off.
I brieftly stared at her before shutting my door.
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**Clara's POV**
My Pizza was delivered in ten minutes and I handed the delivery-lady her money and took the pizza pack.
“Thanks.” I said.
“Thanks ma'am.” she said and walked off.
For the third time, I glanced at Drake's apartment and saw his car parked in there.
That was the first thing I did when I woke up this morning, going out to see if he's home. I found his car and I couldn't believe how relieved I felt at that moment. It suprised me. Everything did. My actions last night and this morning.
Then after going back in and ordering Pizza, then coming out to collect my delivery, I had to glance again and now again.
I breathed out before going in and closing the door.
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Serving the breakfast at the dinning, I settled down to eat.
Soon I was done eating and I moved to the kitchen to wash the dishes and move to the bedroom ensuite to bathe.
My phone began ringing in the bedroom but I was still bathing.
Soon, I stepped out in towels.
I picked up my phone which lay on the bed and it was an unsaved phone number.
I moved to the dressing-table and sat down on the chair, dropping my phone on the table and taking my boy-creams.
Soon, the phone began ringing again.
The same number.
I picked it up, placing it on my left ear.
A female voice came on.
“Hello Clara.”
I tried thinking out the person. The voice sound familiar, a lot.
Wait, this can't be Louisa right?
“Hello Clara, I know you don't remember me anymore. It's Louisa.” she said and I gasped.
“Oh my God! Louisa! How on earth did you get my number? oh my world! it's been ages.” I said, feeling so excited.
“I met your mom.. I was so happy to meet her, and she gave me your phone number.” she said with so much excitement in her voice.
“Oh wait Louisa, are you in Florida right now?” I asked.
“Yes I am.”
“Oh wow! how's your husband and your kids?” I asked.
“Oh Clara, it's a long story. Mark and I are divorced two years now and im married to a better man.” she said.
I raised my brows in bewilderement, “Wow I can't believe it, but anyways, how's your new home?” I asked, not wanting to jump into the question of what happened between her and Mark.
“We are doing awesomely great Clara and I have another child, a boy now, for him. ” she said.
“Oh great. Im preparing for work right now. I was promoted to a higher hospital here in Texas.” I said.
“Wow, congratulations and one of these days, I'll come to see you Clara. I've missed our school days.” she said.
“Me too Louisa.” I smiled.
“Alright bye for now Clara. Im gonna call you some other time.” she said.
“Im definitely gonna call you this night Louisa.” I said and we laughed together.
“Bye Louisa.”
“Bye Clara.”
The call ended and I saved her number.
“Oh my God, Louisa.” After high school, she left with her parents and we just lost contacts. She was one my three bestfriends in high school.
I wonder if she achieved her dream of becoming a nurse just like I did.
“I'll ask her all this tonight. For now, I have to hurry up and leave for GraAvantees.” I said and hurried up with my dressing.
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My heels clap-clipped loudly as I hurried to the door. I have just few minutes to be at work.
I opened the door only to see Drake, dressed in black work suits which suprised me.
His right hand hung in the air towads the doorbell button like he was about pressing the it when I opened the door.
He smiled more bringing down his hand and sliding the both into his pockets.
“So I thought you'do leave for work before now.” he said and I just came out with him shifting away for me to lock tje door and I did.
I then turned to him.
“Then I didn't today, so?” I threw arrogantly.
He shrugged, “Nothing”
I took a step to walk down the few steps but then stopped on a thought and turned to him.
“Im a nurse, what are you?” I asked.
He smiled and getting out his occupation ID from his trouser pocket ad waved it at my face.
“A banker.” he said.
I stared in astonishment.
“Banker?” I asked, not believing it.
“Yeah, read that on the ID duh.” he said.
Well, he's right.
“You don't seem like one. You don't adapt to the ways of a banker.” I said and he shrugged with his annoying lopsided smile.
“If you say so, nurse are doubters.” he said.
I rolled my eyes, “Did I doubt your occupation? stop talking what you don't know.” I said and finallly walked down the steps to my car.
“Okay bye Clara.” he said.
I entered my car and drove off.
I can't believe it tho. Drake a banker?
But well, it is. He's a banker.
So not fitting for an asshole like him.
How did he even manage to become that?
(Scoffs)
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I pulled to the parking-lot and got down, shutting the door.
Getting into the hospital, I was first greeted by Matron Gracia.
“Hello Matron, goodmorning.” I greeted.
“Goodmorning nurse Clara. Hurry up, Dr Campbell want to see you in his office, he's been waiting. You came quite late.” she said.
“Oh im sorry Matron.” I said and hurried to the elevator to the third floor.
Opening the office door, Dr Campbell was sitting on his desk, flipping through files I noticed to be health records.
“Im.. im sorry doctor, for arriving late.”
He looked up and his eyes fell on mine.
He looked back on to the records.
“Alright Nurse Adams,” he called getting up.
“Hurry up, we have an emergency. Mr Row Avantees was brought here this morning. He needs to undergo a heart sugery in 48 hours. We musn't do mistakes. Come over and read this health records with me.” he said.
I drew close to the books.
“Who is Row Avantees.” for if Im sure the owner of this hospital doesn't bear Row but Edwardo but the surname are the same.
“Dr. Edwardo's brother. The hospital would be in a big mess if we don't save Mr Row. My profession will be at great risk and yours too.” he said.
I swallowed.
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[11/29, 9:51 PM] Akande Peter: 💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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#Chapter 9
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**Drake's POV**
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As I drove home from work, my mind pondered about Franco's arrest.. I was scared about the cops coming for me cos somehow, someway, I was at the club with Franco and we talk quite lot at work.
The Manager had announced that the police would be coming to the bank for investigation anytime. We should be ready to defend ourselves and the company.
“Damn!” I hit my fist on the steering.
No more clubbing for now.
I'll have to fix myself.
I got home and pulled to my apartment, taking my bag and car keys, I got down and closed the door.
Im home so early today.
7:45pm.
I met the Rogers outside their apartment and Im sure they were staring at me wondering why Im home so early.
Well they wouldn't understand.
Clara isn't home yet.
I walked into my living-room, switching on the lights.
I looked aroud before heading to my bedroom where I switched on the lights,.dropped my bag, took off my shoes and the suit and walked to the bathroom. Splashing water as I stared at my self..
My face wet.
I tried hard to end my fear.
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**Clara's POV**
“Arghh arghh.. today had been a one hell of a stressful dayy.” I muttered as I came down from my car, and headed towards my door porch..
What? Drake is home?
Really? seriously. I couln't believe it.
First, last night, he played no music and today, he was back early and no music playing as well.
Wow...He must recieve an applause for this.
I walked in and switching the lights on, went straight to my bedroom.
Dropped my bag and the files I have to go through this night on my bed and took off my heels.
I checked the time, '8:30pm'
Ahh...
I walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face as I stared at my dull eyes.
Today was a stressful day.
After Dr Campbell and I were done reading Mr Row Avantees health record. We found out he has a lung cancer which is caused by his hard drugging and smoking.
But no one knew except Dr Wendy and Dr Carlos from Stelliford Hospital who treats him secretly.. It was a secret between him and the two doctors.
but seriously? why would such a bad health condition be a secret between three people?
Now, Mr Row condition had gotten critical and the Stelliford hospital wants to treat him but Dr Edwardo Avanteee wants him to be treated in his hospital putting every hope on Dr Campbell.
The Stellifords are stating that they are the only doctors who can save Mr Row but Dr Edwardo want's to prove them all wrong. He's trusting that Dr Campbell would save his brother.
Dr Campbell and every other GraAvantees doctor including I, our Job is at risk if we don't save Mr Row.
Doctor Campbell and I had to go to Stelliford to request for the complete health record of Mr Row to find out the outlune dates he was treated. How many times and in what hour.
They hands us the records after we had to spend hours talking to them to release the records.
Those are the records with me and Dr Campbell goes with two and me with one.
I pulled off my dress to take a cold shower. That would cool me off.
I have to stay awake for hours tonight, reading and recording every single thing written down in that files.
Soon I was done and I walked out and goes to my Wardrobe for pajamas. I picked yellow and pulled on, then ponytailed my hair, slipped my feet into my flops then pick up my phone and walked out over to the living room and played shania twain track this time, 'You're still The One' came playing, and I walked to the kitchen to make dinner.
As I made my eggs sauce and sandwich, I had to wonder why Drake wasn't playing music tonight again just like yesterday.
Is he suddenly changing?
The Rogers said he had never came home without playing loud music.
But anyways, im so grateful that he isn't.
I could read the record tonight.
Noah.. im gonna call him after eating.
And minutes later after eating and cleaning the dishes, I walked back to my bedroom, layed down and made a call to Noah.
We could just talk for two minutes.
**Noah's POV**
“...See Mr Fernado Jones, Are you just sitting there smoking when the police have found out about our operation and is searching the whole world for us? huh!” I yelled, hitting my fist on the table as my dad was relaxed on the seat, smoking and drinking with two girls in short black strapless dress and heels standing beside him and are massaging his shoulders.
He smiled as he puffs out smoke from his mouth and nose.
“Son, why are you frightened about this. Blacks said it was two men from the lowest level, they can't reach to the top. Blacks and his crew are gonna settle them,.. Money solves it all” he said with a lopsisded smile
“You have predict the police of the America. They could be serious this time.” I said.
“We are in Africa. Relax soon.” Then his phone clicks and the lady by the left hands it to him.
He places it on his ear.
He smiles.
“Meet me at Derreign in two hours.” he said and ends the call.
Then smiled at me, “export successful, cash complete.” he announces and I smiled.
“Money money money..” I sang.
“Yes money.” he follows.
My phone rings.
Clara.
“No noise.” I ordered and picks up.
“Baaby, how are you doing?” I spoke first, sounding very soft.
“Im fine sweetie, thought about you, so I had to call you.” she said.
I smiled, “That is so sweet of you baby.. I can't wait to see you and have you in my arms again..” I said..
“Next week right? which day should I anticipate. I've missed you.” she asked.
I glanced at my dad who puffed out smoke.
“I'll let you know baby.” I said.
“Oh alright. I had a stressful day and im about having three hours night reading, going through a health record and some other files. It's not easy.” she said.
“Sorry baby, just be careful and take care of your beautiful self okay?” I saod.
“I wil. I love you Noah..”
“I love you more baby, kisees, muah.”
She giggles, “C'mon give me my own kiss too. Don't be selfish baby.” I said and glanced at my dad who smiled.
“Ahh.. ofcourse, I will give you your own kiss, muah.. love you dearly.” she said.
“Love you more baby, bye.” I said.
“Bye.”
The call ended.
“You know,..” my dad said as he takes the glass of wine on the table, “.. I told you not to fall inlove with any girl Noah cos this business you are in do not deserve such but you wouldn't fucking listen to me, your father.”
I recalled him telling me severally about it but I can't leave Clara.
I love her very much.
“...don't mess this operation that i've built for years son. If you wanna date, date people that is into this business, not some white shoes nurse. ” he said.
“I love Clara dad... I've been handling it.” I said.
He sipped from the glass, “Be cautious son.”
I pushed my hair backward as thoughts of Clara ran through my mind.
I've lied so many times to Clara.
Im still lying right now and im gonna still lie to her in the future.
I wish we never met cos I fell inlove with her immediately that she walked pass me and I couldn't help not making her my girlfriend even though my dad disapproved that due to the business and the rules.
But I could'nt stop my feelings.
I love Clara and im afraid to know that if the police doesn't stop their investigations and arrest, then i'll have to stay back here till the investigation dies away and a lot more which I don't want at all.
I miss Clara so much.
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tbc
[11/29, 9:52 PM] Akande Peter: 💋The BadBoy Diary💋
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#Chapter 10
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**Clara's POV**
“Blinggggggg!!” My alarm bell rang, waking me up from my three hours sleep.
5am.. I have to be at the hospital before 7am.
Today Dr Campbell's surgery on Mr Row has been scheduled by 9am.
I yawned, rubbed my dizzy eyes as I rolled my self out of my comfy bed. Walking to the switch, I switched the lights on and walked to my wardrobe. I picked out my work dress, picked out my shoes and underwears, and layed them on the bed.
I moved over to the bathroom to freshen up.
I brushed my teeth and took my bathe.
Soon, I was dressed in just my white undies as I walked out to the kitchen to make a quick coffee with bread.
I ate hurriedly cos it was already 6am.
I dropped the dishes and rushed back to my room to dress into my white dress, wore my shoes, forgot about makeup on my face as I picked my bag, my phone and my car keys and hurried out after switching the lights on.
My bad.. it's already 6:30.
Time goes so fast.
I have just thirty minutes to get to work.
I shut the door and hurried to my car, I ignited the car but confusely, it didn't start.
Oh my God.. not this morning, not today.
I had the tank filled last night while coming back from work.
What's the matter now.
I ignited it again, same thing happened. It did't start.
Oh no no.. It's 6:35 already.
Gosh... You really need to start, you this car.
I tried it again, but it seems it's not gonna even try to start.
What am I going to do.
Ohh.. go for a cab! but it's not so easy to get a cab this early morning!
“God.. You have to make this car start for me. This is about my work, my life.” I muttered fearfully.
I ignited it again, it just didn't obey!
I got frustrated.
I decided to go for a cab.
I came down, carrying my bag with me and slammed the door with anger as I hurried to the road for a cab.
Oh.. thank goodness, I saw a cab coming just immediately and I waved at it.
It stopped at my front and I entered.
There was no other passenger and I was happy.
“GraAvantees Hospital. Don't stop for another passenger. Im gonna pay. Please hurry up. I need to get there in fifteen minutes” I said.
“Alright ma'am.” he said and sped off.
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**Drake's POV**
I was done dressing up for work, and fixing my ties on the full length mirror beside my wardrobe when my phone rang.
I walked to the bed to pick it up but seeing the caller, I ignored the call.
Branda.
This bitch won't quit troubling my life. Like what the fuck! im done with her.
Can't she understand that I don't date. I don't fucking date.
I gotta deal with her for her to understand.
It stopped ringing and I was done with fixing my tie.
I spread some cologne, I picked up my briefcase, my phone and my car keys and walked out.
Walking outside, I shut the door, and headed to my car to see Clara's car still packed over there.
I felt like seeing her. I just felt.
I walked to her apartment and rung the doorbell.
I had waited for minutes before checking at the door and realizing that the door is locked.
“Gone to work without her car?” I muttered worrriedly.
I hope she's safe.
What happened to her car?
I walkee over to where it was packed and scanned around it.
“Maybe it's had fault this morning and she had to take a cab.” I said and headed to my car.
Wish I saw her, would have driven her to work.
*I smiled.
Maybe she'd appreciate with some intimacy... ahh damn.
Clara wouldn't do that.
She loves her boyfriend, blah blah.
Whatever.
I drove off.
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I was happy all through the ride to work, with thoughts of how im gonna get Clara... how im gonna smatch her ass and all..but once I was getting close to the bank, fear overtook.
Franco's arrest.
The cops coming for investigation.
Damn me.
Im acting like a twerp..
I can face this. I ain't a drug dealer or whatever.
I drove in, pulling at the bank parking lot.
I got out with my briefcase and walked into the bank, seeing the faces of the securities looking nothing like alarming, I walked into the elevator to the fourth floor.
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The faces of my colleagues and that of the Manager and senior staff weren't pleasant at all.
I inhaled.
Today is gonna be a really long day.
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**Clara's POV**
Carrying the surgery equipments, I stared at Dr Campbell as he spoke with Dr Edwardo Avantees on the phone.
The time said, '8:35am'
“Yes sir. The records this time were complete and correct. I am ready and so my nurse. We are stating the operation at 9am.”
“...Yes sir. She's fit for this. I don't need another nurse on this. It's time already.”
“I believe sir. We are going to do our best. I won't fail you sir.”
Then the call endeded.
He looked at me and I could see some sort of fright in his hazel eyes.
I have to tell him something encouraging.
“Nurse Adams.. did you pray this morning when you woke up?” he asked.
“I did before I slept.” I said.
“And it's about this surgery?”
“It's among sir.” I said.
He breathed out.
“Sir, you have to take away every fear. You can do this doctor, you have been a doctor for fiftteen years like you told me and you've lost not more than two patients. I believe this surgery's gonna be a success. We really need to go now. It's twenty minutes to nine o'clock sir.” I said.
He glanced at his wristwatch.
“Let's go.” he said, heading first, and I followed behind, carrying the surgery equipments.
God, please make this surgery a success.
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**Noah's POV**
We drove, reaching Reaching Cooltow bridge, and turned left to Demac... it races down to Gateways where the clients were waiting.
Donald is driving with Dad and I at the backseat.
Three of dad's boys are at the other car, driving in front.
Everyone was silent as we drove to Gateways.
Gateways was a deserted railway which had been abandoned with the train transportation stopped over twenty years.
Soon we were close to Gateway and we could sight the two cars of the clients waiting with two men in black overcoat standing outside.
I smiled.
New millions is about to be ours in few minutes.
We pulled to the other side, opposite them and the three boys stepped out immediately with each person holding one silver briefcase.
That's where the stuff are packed.
One of the men standing opened the door and a man in brown overcoat and cowboy hat stepped out.
Mr Don Catter.
A black man
He nodded at his men and they opened the second car and brought out three briefcase.
There was a quick exchange.
“Done.” dad said to Mr Don Catter and they shoke hands.
“Complete.” Don Catter said, as we shoke hands too.
“Complete” I said.
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Soon, we were on the road, driving back to Nestreet.
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<b> Okay, who really is the bad boy in this story?
Drake or Noah.
Seems Nurse Clara has a thing with bad boys.
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