Page 2 of Royal Fling

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“Maybe it’s them,” I said as he slid his phone out.

Leo bit his lip and unlocked his screen. With furrowed brows, he squinted before turning back to me.

“Nope. Not me.” He showed me his screen empty of notifications, and I grimaced.

Had that beenmyphone?

I pulled it out of my front pocket and stared at the screen, scratching my temple.

“What is it?” Leo asked.

I shrugged and reread the notification. I had no clue.

Legacy: You have a new match.

What the hell is Legacy?Was it one of the hundred dating apps that promised to find my one true love lying dormant on my cell phone?

“Legacy? Isn’t that one of those ancestry websites?” Leo asked, reading the screen just when my brain clicked in place.

“Shit,” I let out without realizing. “I installed this months ago, but I never got anything back.”

Leo sat up and put a hand on my knee.

“Did you do the DNA test?”

I nodded.

“So… does that mean you’ve found a relative?”

My fingers were ticklish all of a sudden, and my thumb trembled as I put it on the fingerprint button to unlock my phone.

“Hey,” Leo said and gave me a jolt with his hand. “I’m here, whatever happens. Okay?”

I nodded, watching the loading circle in the middle of a white screen waiting for the results to load.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in. When did outside get so suffocating?

The screen finally loaded, giving me a profile picture of a black woman with full, high cheekbones, kind eyes and pink lips.

No. This couldn’t be...

Fisayo Ojo

Age: 48

Ethnicity: Nigerian

DNA Match: 50% DNA Shared

Any composure I had went out the fucking window when I read the word next to the DNA Match.

Mother.

My phone escaped my fingers, dropping to the ground, and my whole body, my mind, froze in time.

I’d found her.

After so long, I’d found her.

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