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Amari's Point of view

The next day

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Turning around, I stretched and just as I was about to fell back asleep; I felt like I was falling into darkness and my body jerked.

I held my chest and sat up. I was placed in my room.

How did I get in here?

I was covered, the AC was turned on and at a cool temperature!  A suitcase was placed in the corner of the room, next to a dresser. The closest faces me and above that is a Flat screen TV attached to the wall. Further in the room is a small rubbish bin and next to my bed is nightstand with my phone, and bedside lamp.

With my hand still on my chest; I rocked my brain with a uncertain look on my face and glanced around the room; all the events of the night comes rushing in and my eyes widen.

"Shit!" I got up and rushed off the bed.

I let Him fuck me!

"Oh my -" I interrupt myself and stopped. A white envelope was next the bed and it seems I've crinkled it with my movements.

I tore it open and removed a white card.

'Good Morning, Prinicesspa, breakfast is in the microwave. I have a important meeting so I had to go.'

His neat signature was signed under the bottom.

Holding the letter in my hand I shove my feet in a bed slipper and walked to the hall. My head is in the cloud, it felt like an outer body experience as my brain battles to settle.

Slowly, I enter the kitchen and my jaw dropped. Five  Grocery bags sat on the kitchen counter! One single bag was separated from the rest and it's content was in  a price mart bag with a small bag next to it.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

I placed the letter down and slowly circled around the counter. I entered the price mart bag first and my eyes was met with meat kinds: A tray of eggs sat on top, Three whole chickens, Two brands of Franks, slice hams, two packages of shrimps, packages of beef, packages of mix vegetables. I opened the small bag next to it to see fruits: four apples, packages of slice pineapples, packages of grapes  and melons.

With my mouth open, I moved to the next bag and it seems this bag as all sort of things for the kitchen: Different types of seasons, Three bunches of scallions and thymes, Twelves onions, and garlic, meat Browning, A jar of Chiffon butter and bulk butter.

I stood there with my thoughts spinning, unable to think straight.

"Oh, my, God," I whispered with my hand over my mouth.  Small action like this, is what I appreciate in a man, what I struggled to wrap my thoughts around was my thoughts that struggled to be wrapped.

Is like looking at myself in the mirror, looking at myself in a mirror.

I closed it and move to the next: A box of corn flakes. He even bought the one that I liked. The blue box, with lacso and oats. Which meant he saw the little that was remaining in the cupboard. I see Peanut butter and a small Bread.

The next bag holds food provision of : Yam, banana, small Irish, carrots, a clear plastic bag of string beans and and the next holds: Flour, Rice, sugar and salt, baked beans, macaroni, ranges of tin things, which he bought four of each: Mackerel, sardines, sausages, and corn.

Holding on the edge of the counter, I paused for a moment.

"I need some water," I turned around and opened the standing fridge. The fridge has been half stacked!

Ranges of water, can juices, and Matla met my eyes!

I closed and opened it again but they still remains there. The spaces for remaining things,were neatly arranged.

Closing the door, I didn't take the water. I resume looking into the bags and all the composure left my body when I opened the last bag to see ranges of  Snacks and kids juice, for Paris!

Sliding down on the fridge, I leaned on it.

"I can't take these, I can't take them," I blew out.

Cals have never done anything like this before for me and it felt like ruining us.

"And you believe him? Have you ever asked yourself, how many times has he said sorry? Wait, is this what you want? A man who only wants you when's loosing you?"

Dominic's voice, punch me in my thoughts and I almost wept.

"I can stay here with you, anyone of the places you want me."

The moment he touched me, my body betrayed me, my mind went out  it's way and beats against my conscience.

I'm a cheater. I have successfully cheated on my man!

I've never comed that hard before, especially that quickly nor have I ever creamed.

"Mommy!"

I turned around to see Paris rushing towards me in her school uniform. Almost panicking I then did a rain check and felt her face for fever. She throws herself into my arms and I almost toppled over on the floor. I assist her in removing her school bag and hugged her to me.

My jem

"Hey baby, how did you get in-" My voice trails off when I heard  familiar voices coming around the wall.

"A preety man brought us here," Paris whispered in my ear.

Zendi, and Dominic walked in, "It's been a long morning, Heels, I'll have to get going now. Make sure your friend is okay," His voice sounds so professional talking to her, is like a old new person.

My eyes met the shininess of his shoes, and trailed up to his crotch and stopped. I gulped before looking up at him, his dark stare met mines and hold for a bit, he had both hands in his pockets, he a wore blue black suit, no tie and two buttons loose with a thin gold chain in his chest. He looks like what he always looks like; great sex on a stick.

"Hello," I mumbled. I started to rise but he removes a hand and mentioned me to remain where am at.

"I will be on my way now," His voice came out clipped and cold.

What the fuck was I expecting?

We fucked and that was it right?

Did he think he can just gives me food and that's it?

"Hell nah, hol' up, gimmi a minute okay baby?" I got up and Paris goes around the counter, attempting to climb, trying to peak in the bags.

"Ayo, be careful," Zendi called out to her, I casually acknowledge Zendi by touching her forearm.

I mentioned for him to lead the way and he walked out. Standing behind the wall, I glared back to see Zendi removing a juice from the fridge. She hands to Paris and they did a boom fist. I blurred out their chattering before focusing on the man Infront of me.

He rocks back on his heels and looked down at me and I felt myself melting.

"Hell nah," I shook my head. "What's all of this for?"

He leaned down and whispered,"If you continue to stare at me with such fire in your eyes, I might just grab you and kiss you again."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," I mumbled.

He grins at me and all the fire left my body. His teeth are white, almost like veneers and he looks So handsome.

"Den you coulda smile?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"It means, 'so you could smile?'"

"Of course, am I not human?" He asked. His eyes never left my face and I felt shy. I looked at his jacket and then glanced my eyes around the room only to felt my face heated after spotting the sofa.

I was bent over that last night!

"You don't seems human back there," I mumbled.

He held me by my cheek and said,  "With you, I can be. By the way get a shower, you smell like sex, unless you want your friend to know that I was deep inside your pussy a few hours ago."

My folds grew wet and I held my head high trying not to look how I felt.

I can't have this man knowing how weak I am.

He walks off and I stood watching him go. He jingles the key and placed it down in a flower pot before closing the door behind him.

I felt happy, and it's refreshing because I haven't felt like this in a long while.

"Paris!"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Why aren't you at school?" I asked. She came around the wall, with a bottle of lucazde anda single tea biscuits between her fingers. I took her arm and stare at her wrist watch the time shows  12:02 pm.

I slept that late?

"Aunty Zendi said that today is my day off."

"Zendi!" I scolded, I took Paris arm and ushered her into her bedroom.

"Please a beg, wetin be dis one? Let the child rest now abi, she done suffa now, " Zendi used a african accent walks out with Paris school bag and flops her self down dramatically in one of the sofas. I could hear the loud tapping of her keys boards. She fans me off with her hands and I squint my eyes at her head back before closing the door.

Despite how Zendi is, she has a sense of humor that I thought had died. Am glad to see that it has  surface. I have a feeling that it's all thanks to Brie, but she needs to stop taking my child out of school. She would do this every now and then and I can't even find it in me to argue with her. She will not back down and I don't want us to fight. She seems to be Paris favourite and it's good that whenever am not available; my child has a bond with her.

"Let me bathe and then I'll Bathe you, okay baby?"

"Mhmm," Paris mumbles, She's gone into the closet, looking under the bed

And now pulling out one of the dresser drawers.

She's a curious little thing.

"What are looking for ?" I asked. Taking up my suitcase, I opened it and arranged my clothes in the dresser drawer.

"Just looking," She said, and I smiled.

"Are we going to live here now mommy? Aunty Zendi said that I Will spend a lot of time here, I saw a swing outside," She jumped up on the bed and I watched the dust of tea biscuits fly all over.

"Yes, we will spend a lot of time here. Get off the bed with the dirty shoes. Go and tell Aunty Zendi, that I need her to collect somes shoes for me, I'll be bathing. Go on," I took her down and ushered her out." When you get back, we are going to the supermarket, I need some toiletries," I placed the suitcase down and grabbed a jean pants, a black matching underwear set and white blouse I had placed on the  bed.

She mumbled what I told her on the way to through the door.

"Aunty Zendi, mommy said, you should get shoes for her. Where's my biscuit?" She asked. Her footsteps are loud as she ran to the kitchen.

"Cork the juice!" Zendi shouted.

I entered another room and started my shower.

Half way through my shower, A pounding came on the door and I switched the shower off.

"Yes?"

"Mommy?" Paris voice cracks.

My heart races in my chest as I grabbed a towel.

I rushes to the door and opened it, Paris rushes in and hugs to my legs and my heart slammed.

"What is-"

I could hear A woman's voice coming from the hall and I hugged the towel to me and walked out.

"Zendi?" I asked.

Mrs Green stood there with her hands pressing on her bossom. She's a heavyweight woman, in her middle age.

"Lawd God of Jesus Christ."

"A wah?"

"Mi heaart, mi- " She breathes.

"What happened Aunty Pet? Where's Zendi?" I took her arm and tries to calm her down. I opened the door and peeps out. The glare  of the bright sun enters my eyes and I closes back the door.

"Mi just come on deh, and seh mi a wait pan di breadvan Fi come caz him neva come last week. Mi nuh have no bread Fi sell and yuh know mi nah go sen Pumpkin one dung di road ah di sun hot fi mi go buy di bread up deh so, lawd God as mi bend dung so Fi pack up deh fridge a Wah madman just walk ina di shop, She gone out deh."

"Seh wah now? Zendi gone out deh, Paris, it's okay sit down," but she clungs to me.

The door was shoved open and Zendi held a madman by the nape of his neck, pressed a wooden bat in his back and shoves him inside.

I Covered Paris face and watched as the mad man falls to his knees Infront of us.

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Thoughts?-  Welcome Mrs Green. Welcome.

They had sex, will Amari talk or is Zendi smart enough to see?

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