CHAPTER NINE

SUSAN

Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode

posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the

club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked

post on the gram and she still can't get over the

fact that people would rather admire half-naked

girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as

she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine"

"My sucre" "Butterfly" Susan couldn't believe her

eyes as she read out loud, she calls on Bode who rushes in because he feared it was an emergency

"what happened?" he asks as he tries to catch his breath "He commented and liked all my pictures!!!" Susan informs him excitedly, Bode on the other hand is looking lost and confused "who is he? And is that why you shouted my name like that?"

"He - I mean He! Henry!!" Susan screams urging him to remember "Oh!! Your non-existence guy that you wouldn't stop talking about at the club?" Bode asks her with his fingers in the air as a quote.

"stop making it seem like I did that on purpose. You and Tade got me drunk remember?" Bode claps his hands together in appreciation as Susan reminds him of that night again "yeah! It felt so good to see you loosen up dearie and we will forever cherish that moment, so no offense taken" Susan takes the phone close to him "see for yourself, he does exist! He called me Mine!" Susan blushes as she scrolls through her page reading Henry's comments again "He called me Mine!" she dances around like a child with a new doll then she pauses as it crossed her mind that she was meant to send a reply to his comment. She types and deletes a couple of times "what are you trying to do?" Bode asks her interestingly "To reply of course, tell me what fascinating word to reply with, you are good at this. Honey? Mi Amor? Huniebunnie? which one sounds good?" Bode shakes his head consecutively

"Give me something romantic now" Susan begs "Honey! Drop your phone! Why are you over-excited? Is it not the same guy you complained about the other night that he puts you on hold for several days and never apologizes?" Bode inquires "maybe he is always too occupied with work that's why he takes his time to reply. At least he commented on my pictures and liked them all now, in fact, see he just messaged me" Susan shows Bode his message as it popped up, Bode snatched and locks the phone "you are beautiful, don't throw yourself at a man that doesn't deserve you, take your time, and you can reply him when you are less busy" Bode advises her "but I am less busy, I don't have anything doing at the moment" Susan interjects. Bode opened some files on her table "Get to work! Let the motherfucker crave for your response" Susan argues angrily "but you are

the one that calls me a workaholic, now you are

saying I should bury myself in work" Bode gasps at the statement "not necessarily, you can pretend to be working like everyone else" he walks out and slams the door shut. "Hey! At least don't go with my phone" Susan calls out after him.