JEFFREY WASN'T keen on swearing. He isn't the type to result in mouth expletives every time he's high-strung and unbearably testy. At most, he would sulk for the whole day or think within circles. 'Really, even if my dad curses from time to time, I did not inherit his love for it.'

He realized he only learned to appreciate cussing since the day he came to meet Cedric Mallory.

But in this certain morning, he woke up gasping a series of fuck-fuck-fuck in his mind.

His chest hurt. A lot. It was like a huge stone dropped on his body from god-knows-where. He couldn’t even breath properly. Every gasp is...