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     "Okay let's start with how you feel. How do you feel?"

"I feel anger, I'm so angry at myself but mostly at him. I feel bitter and so vulnerable."

"Who's him? Pause.

"Okay let's skip that. Why are you angry at him?"

"Because he caused this. He took away every little sanity that was left in me. He made me like this."

"How so? What did he do?"

"He did everything, everything."

"Care to share?"

"How much do you want to know"?

"How about everything, right from the start."

"Alright, I'm going to smoke up first for this one. You want a blow?"

"Yes."

     "I was at this all college night out- that's where I had meet him.

I spotted him sitting in the VIP section, in all his glory. Dark blue jeans jacket, white T-shirt, blue jeans and an air Jordan was all he wore but still managed to look ridiculously handsome.

He was typing away on his phone uninterested in whatever was going on around him. His aura wasn’t very welcoming neither was his expression, but that served more like a motivation. I took slow steps towards him swaying my hips side by side, bored out and in need of some serious attention; I targeted him.

Now don't get me wrong, I wanted nothing serious at the time. In fact I never wanted anything serious– ever! Well…at least that was until I met him. You see the thing here was, Delvin was in one of his bipolar mood and I wasn't ready for that crap so I was ditched for the night.

     "Was Delvin your boyfriend?"

"I can't say boyfriend, but you could refer to it as that…if that's how it's called; he was one of."

"How do you called it then?"

"Acquaintance."

"Oh, so how many acquaintances you had?"

"Four, five, six maybe seven ehh I don't remember. I lose count of them. Can I continue now?"

"Yes."

   "Missing somebody?" I asked. I was being extra friendly as I towered above him. Not that I was extremely tall, but because he was seated and my black boot heels boosted my height. I balanced on my left leg as the other one curved in a bit as I awaited a response.

"Not really.” He replied straightly. Okay, the guy had an attitude.

"What brought you here then? If I'm guessing correctly you don't seem like you even want to be here." I sat beside him emptying my glass of vodka.

"You're right, I don't want to be, but I have to." Again with the dry reply.

"Why?"

“I'm working."

   I busted into a pit laughter. I didn't mean to sound rude, but who works at a college party? Well except for of course; DJs, Bartenders, MCs, but the guy was sitting in the VIP section oozing. How in the hell is he working?

"I'm a photographer" He said giving me an irritated stare going back to whatever he was doing on his phone."

"Oh wow you're a photographer."

I said almost in a question. He wasn't giving me attention and I wanted that, no I needed it.

     I was in a tight black skirt that accentuated my curves the silky material hinge unto me like a second skin showing off what my mama give me. I also had on a yellow spaghetti blouse that showed off my tattoo at the upper left corner of my chest. It wasn't anything nasty, it was drawings of stars, two bigger ones and smaller ones making them attractive and unique in a way. The blouse I wore made them a little bit unnoticeable though. I also had on a black short leather jacket that stopped above my torso protecting me from the aggressive night wind. I was simple but yet stunning. I hated being flashy at such occasions. My Brazilian inside waving was held in a tight ponytail making me look like one of those bad ass nerds. The only difference is; yes I am a bad ass but not a nerd.

One thing that struck me tonight was, every guy that had passed me took a second, third maybe even fourth glance at me and some even trip over staring at this goddess. But him, it was like I didn't even exist. Now that was a turn on.

   I moved closer to him but not too close, I needed not to look desperate. But I was desperate, of course not for him but attention. I crave it, I liked it and I was in great need of it. In a slow motion; you know the ones that are in those sick Indian love movies? Yes correct, that one. I set the empty glass down on the table bending way over than necessary just to show off my ass.

     I felt his eyes on me, I stay down for a little while as his eyes linger on me exploring my body to his satisfaction. Now that was a start. Smiling, I suck on my bottom lip knowingly, getting a taste of my red lipstick, sitting up crossing my left leg over the right uplifting my already short skirt in the process. I smiled sweetly at him like I had no idea of what I was doing and I guess he bought the act.

"Which university are you from?" I knew he wasn't out of uni yet, you could see the ‘college boy vibe’ written all over him.

"BlueCrest" He said putting his phone away.

      His attention was on me now, just the way I wanted it. I smile at that biting my bottom lip again. I reached for my Cigar in my purse and the flash from a camera hit my face.

"Why did you do that?" Pretending to be shock I asked.

"Want to remember the face." He give a cocky grin this time.

See he's was smiling now.

"Ugh! Men, they are so predictable."

I said with distaste under my breath. Like com'on mane, I thought you were tougher than the rest. I did an eye roll at the back of my head.

"How about I put a name to your face?" I asked sounding cute. Though his name didn't matter because by the end of the night I'm not even going to remember his existence. I still had to ask. That's the procedure right?

"It's Patrick but PK is fine."

"Hmm... Patrick." I hummed it and roll it off my tongue sounding sexy. I thought I saw his eyes deepen into a darker shade of its regular Grey. And that was when I had taken a closer look at him.

     His hair was pure black and down in a low cut but wavy. If I ran my hand on it, I’ll be touching his scalp. His eyes were a fuzzy shade of Grey and black.

Damn! Don't get me wrong or anything but I'm a sucker for Grey eyes. I had always had a thing for them. Plus I still do.

     His lashes were well organized standing out as if he had used a mascara on them.

His jawline so sharp that if you punch it you'll bleed instantly. He had no mustard that was good, really good. I was confuse by the color of his lips it looked like purple at a minute and then pink. I don't know if it was my eyes that were playing tricks on me, I don't know, but I found the view exotic.

     He coughed bringing my attention back to him not that it was not already on him.

I scrunched closer to him.

"Can I see the picture?" He took out the camera and bend a little to show me what was on it. My attention was far away from the picture he was displaying now it was his proximity that intrigued me.

Not that I was complaining or anything.

I drowned in every part of him. Until his multi-colored lips moved saying

"Unexpected pictures are the best.”

"Hmmhmm" I hummed again ignorant to what he was saying.

     "So that night you were the one that made the first move?"

"Depending on what first move we're talking about."

"In confronting him."

"Yes for that part, but he made the first attempt in kissing me. I there was flirting only and he was catching feelings already. Well that's what I thought but that Son. Of. A. Bitch. Was a goddamn snake!"

"When did he tried to kiss you?"

"July 7, 2018. That same night."

"That's almost like a year ago and you still remember."

"I remember every hell living day with the devil himself. It's all embedded in my brain I can't forget how that motherfucker fucked me over within in a year."

"Let's go back to when he kissed you."

"Did I say he kissed me? Key word: 'Attempted'.

     "Let's go dance." Out of boredom I spat. I had just asked a simple question about photography and he couldn't stop talking about it. Ewe. It was so annoying. I didn't give a flying F what he did and how he was doing.

"I think I'm good here." He puts his camera away grabbing his white Samsung Note 5. I don't know if he did that to showoff but either way I wasn't blown by that. I already had enough men at my feet providing me all what I needed. Him, I wanted nothing from him.

"I'm not leaving you alone to drown in your misery of being here. Come on let's go, chop chop Photo boy.”

"The name is Patrick–" He rolled his eyes. Feisty I like that.

"And I don't dance." He concluded.

"I don't mind showing you some of my moves." Referring to a whole different thing. I guess he understood my language because another cocky smile crawl up to his lips. As I took noticed of his dimples.

     We moved to the dance floor in seconds and our body’s rocked together in great symphony. I turned my ass to him bending over and did the helicopter twerk on him.

I could feel his bulge kicking heat radiating from his body. In that moment, he brought me up with his strong hands and pull me closer to him than ever. Our eyes locked. And I was damn satisfied with what I saw in his; Lust.

     I made sure to rub my perfectly sculpted breast against his chest. Every part of my body was graciously and carefully created, so nobody could shame me that easily about it and nobody ever did. I wasn't tall but wasn't short either. I was an average girl with the right amount of everything. I had a 2c low porosity hair that I barely use because protective styling was my thing. I had a darkish Auburn hassle eyes that people found attractive and natural full lips. Like you know the one’s people usually does surgery for? Well for me, I was blessed with it. My breast was the right size with an avocado shape but here in Liberia we called it butter-pearl. I'm literally in love with my body and let me tell you something, that's the best love you can ever have-Loving yourself.

     Surely I watched my diet and do my regular exercises that led me into having a flat tummy and a Barbie waist. When you heard people say ‘Bassa girls are trouble’–they're usually talking about our ass. Mine was more in an apple shape that could make a man write a thousand dollar cheque just to have it press against his fingers. 

     Patrick eyes fell right where I wanted them to. He brought his lips closer to mine. Few inches from collapsing I moved my head to the side as a sign of rejection. Rule number one: Always reject the first kiss. Don't ask me why, just do it.

Instead, I held his mouth in my hands as my thumb slid against his lips smoothing it in the perfect motion highlighting my newly done acrylic nails.

I whispered against his ears making sure my lips rubbed against it. Seeing how hard he was trying to keep it under control. "I'm thirsty."

     We moved to the bar and in minutes we were far from being sober.

And that's when I made my move. Bringing his lips towards mine both of us fighting for dominance. After about six hickies on my neck, we drove in my Benz I’d received from Ekon as an apology for his shitty behavior towards Rita. Like if it was me that he had wrong. We reach at my apartment that was painted two days ago, in due that I was starting fresh but also colorful. Climbing the stairs carefully not leaving each other’s face.

     "You are telling me that you took a man that you met in less than an hour at your house to bang you?"

"Are you dumb dumb or are you mad mad? I took a handsome hot chocolate at my apartment for us to bang one another. Don't give the guy all the credit."

"I bet you didn't get that apartment by yourself."

"Are you judging me?"

"No, I'm just trying to understand how you use men to get your needs."

“Let me make things clear. Firstly I'm not a whore. I am rightfully claiming what Mother Nature has in store for me. Secondly they were using my body too for their needs.

But well... Delvin had rented it."

    "So you have slept with every guy you been with?"

"No, not every. Some don't make the requirements to touch my baby."

"Requirements?"

"I hate repeating myself either you open your ears wide and listen carefully or it won't take me a minute to walk out of here."

"What are some of the requirements?”

"They come in different packages depending on who you are and the amount of dollars you have in your bank account. Like I said, I'm not a whore or anything but a girl got to survive."

"What was Patrick’s requirements?”

"At the time I didn't have any for him, but as time went by, he had to just be there whenever he was needed. But as simple as that was, he couldn't fulfill that damn task. He just had to ruin everything." 

"After you took him at your flat, what happened next?"