MY STEPBROTHER’S ROOM WASN’T LOCKED...
EPISODE 4: The Envelope of Truth & The Boy Who Wasn’t His Father’s Son
That photo.
Two babies.
One survived.
One died.
And the letter?
Was written in shaky handwriting like guilt had gripped the pen.
“…my dear son Dayo will turn 22 soon. I pray you raise him well, the way your sister would’ve wanted. Please protect our secret… don’t let anyone know he’s not your child.”
Wait.
Not his child?
Not his father?
Then who…?
I re-read it.
Again.
And again.
Then reality hit me like fuel price on minimum wage.
Dayo wasn’t his real son.
He was the late sister’s baby.
His twin diéd. He lived.
And his “father” took him in and raised him like his own ... not because he wanted a child, but to cover up family shame.
So all these years?
Dayo had no idea he was adopted.
And me?
I’d been burning for a guy I thought was my stepbrother.
But technically, he wasn’t.
Now the way he looked at me…
The touches…
The tension…
The kisses...
It all made sense.
This wasn’t sin.
It was confusion wrapped in a blanket of truth.
I locked my door and waited.
And like temptation with muscles, he came knocking.
“Small madam… open the door before I commit arson.”
I opened it.
He stepped in.
White tee. Briefs. Arrogance in his smile.
But when I gave him the letter...
His whole swag dropped like NEPA at midnight.
He sat.
Read.
Paused.
Then whispered:
“…He’s not my dad?”
I nodded.
He laughed.
Then stopped.
Then stood up.
“So… I’ve been living a lie?”
“You didn’t know,” I said softly.
“But YOU knew and you didn’t tell me?”
“I just found out too, Dayo.”
He looked at me ... broken but burning.
“Then this means…”
“We’re not related,” I whispered.
He stepped closer.
“Not even by mistake.”
I swallowed.
My heart was doing shoki in my chest.
Our faces were too close.
Our lips?
They were having secret meetings before we approved it.
And then…
DING-DONG.
The doorbell.
Perfect timing from Satan himself.
We paused.
I stepped out to check.
At the door stood…
Tari.
Tall. Dark. Smelling like cocoa butter and successful heartbreak.
“Hey. I’m Tari ... just moved in next door. Your mum said I could ask you about local internet providers.”
His smile?
Had no business being that fine.
“Sure,” I replied, pulling my wrapper tighter.
Dayo appeared at the door, chest bare.
Tari raised a brow. “Oh, I didn’t know you had someone over.”
“He’s my...” I paused. “It’s complicated.”
Tari laughed. “That’s how the best stories start.”
He winked and walked off.
I turned around to meet Dayo’s stare.
His jaw was tight.
His eyes?
Jealousy with coconut oil.
“Who’s that?”
“Our new neighbor.”
He stepped close again.
“You like him?”
“Should I?”
He didn’t answer.
He kissed me.
Hard.
Fast.
Like he was marking territory.
I kissed him back.
Because Lord knows I wasn’t holy again.
When we finally pulled apart, he whispered:
“Tell your neighbor to mind his Wi-Fi. You belong to me.”
I smirked. “Prove it.”
His eyes darkened. “Tonight. My room. Locked this time.”
And just like that… temptation upgraded to premium.
But what he didn’t know?
I was already texting Tari.
Because this game?
Had two players now.
And jealousy?
Was about to become foreplay.
If your body is confused, and your mind is screaming “God abeg o!”…
Drop:
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