Chapter III: Mona II

"If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're there." ~ Unknown

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Mona POV

Yeah, I know that I have decided and well, shouldn't overthink it, but I can't help it but to overdo everything else in my head. The thoughts of thousands of things swirled in my mind like so much water going down a celestial plug hole. As they billowed and spun in the unseen breeze they left colors behind, until all that was left was a world like a beautifully painted page in a children's picture book. I took my earrings and bracelets off my body. Ugh, midnight? I didn't need them on me by the way. Each color I touched sang with it's own bitter and sweet thoughts. I was nervous, nervous a bit, quivering about this whole '6 and 7' that I've attempted for 'god who' knows how fucking long?

I held my arms out wide and spun it like a child that spins atop of a seesaw, only to have slapped my palms over my face in confusion. I sighed and griped onto my wrist and stared at the mirror before me blankly. How would I describe the thing which I saw in my very own eyes? My teary eyes gawked very beautiful but has the color of a moonbeam, or in cycles of a blaze or flash. I was in confusion and the look in them was very pale. I questioned morality, but who am I to do so? All I have ever craved for is to be with the man I loved, oh, I meant, the man that I needed in my life, and did anything to have him back in my arms. My reverie. My James. My obsession.

Even after my aching breakup with him, when I flew over to Gabon, I had thousands of photos of him pasted on my wall and sent him several private messages. I looked at him every day. He was so perfect, and still dazzling and the richest edible bachelor. He didn't reply or notice me, not ever, but why would he? I was squashing and unnerving bitch in love with a handsome edible bachelor, who saw me as an outcast and didn't give a flying fuck, but still, I was in love with the man. Every night I traced my fingers across his paper cheek, and kissed his soft lips all of time on the phone. His love chinked like a tattoo in my head. I remembered each day and night the couples of sex we had.

How he rocked me, sinked me into subconscious mode, and how passionately he trailed my body with whammy butterfly kisses and shivered all of my insides, from my pussy to my wrist and back to my backbones. The moment I returned back home and realized that the man I love stood at full glimpse, my eyes bewildered in shock, jaws dropped, and the earthquakes in my body heaved and desired him instantly. I felt like the distance between us pulled my soul out of my ribs rendering me breathless, dipped me into the horizons and wells. I wanted to go where my shelter is, and puzzle everything that was left unresolved in 2002, where I'm sure and knew certainly that all of this was just a mere temptation, just some hallucination... some intervals, and everything will go back as it was to the two nights of fucking 'pure ecstasy' as he called it.

All I wanted was to have him in my arms and felt the embrace of his warmth, his heart racing and huge black cock giggling in my lollipop mouth. Tell him that his eyes were my safe space, his dick were my heavens, and not his old cranky uncle instead. Tell him that it was the world that I had visual myself in. His kisses and mind-staggering sex was everything and all, that I had yearned for over the last two years. And to add on, tell him that I never stopped being pensive of him, and, would have never imagined him with any other whore other than me.

Whether or not it meant going against the entire world or a sinister bastard of a husband like Sammy, I don't give a deprecate fuck. I must find a way out of this plastic marriage and fixed whatsoever that was left unfixed since 2002. If there was one reason why I even agreed to this cantankerous marriage proposal, is because of the money he had. It is due to the fact my family and I  had found solace in a destitute circumstance where we desperately needed reckoning in another land.

Okay, let me tell you it all. The story.

Prior to my marriage to Sammy back in Gabon, I had lost my father due to an unfortunate heart attack and when he died, life switched on us and we were in huge discomforts. My mother had just lost her well paid job and the part time I did at the hotel earning a minimum salary of 5000 CFA was not enough to keep up with the house rent and other expenses, and since Sammy used that to his advantage, and blew the proposal out of the box, I had no other choice but to accept the old cramp conditions, after all, he had promised to pay off our bills and provide my family with a luxurious life. I hated the god-awful day he had forced to me to hold hands-in-hands with him to meet my obsession, a family I never perceived him to be related to. Stupid. I hated every bit of Sammy. His love, breath, smell, cologne, and everything else that belonged or mattered to him, even my goddamn self, too!

I disgusted him to the core and regretted the day that I even fell prey to Sammy's blackmail. Another thought flashed through my head and it was Thursday, the night after my horrible date with James. That night my girlfriend Rochelle had phoned me and realized how doleful or heartbroken I was, so she had asked me to accompany her to the night club downtown to cheer up a bit. "Come on girlfriend. You can't be sitting here nagging yourself the entire time over one James Jackson. Yeah, he's a guy so damn freaking hot and rich, and I would really want him for you, but I can't bare seeing that heart-stricken pout on your face any longer. Get up and let's go party!" I kept quiet gaping into her sparkled eyes. It had seemed so full of excitements and anxieties. Honestly, James had me so pissed up. I had dialed his number a thousand times already but since our previous encounter he had refused to pick up any of my calls, nor reply any of my text messages, and that alone, mysteriously pained me to the throat.

I wasn't in the mood for any of this, and made up my mind that I was not going.

Yet, she insisted and convinced me. "I heard that he goes over at that bar occasionally. Who knows? Perhaps you might be lucky and come across him, and you don't want to miss out on this chance. Do you?" The mention of his name immediately had me blushing, plunged into my skin and sent deep shivers down my wrist. The guy had a special way of stirring my inner desires, sending shockwaves to my pussy and leaving me completely thoughtless.

"Really? Let's rock and roll then!"

We drove over at the bar downtown and it wasn't any ordinary place. It was crisp, classic and top notch club. The fashion style there was far different from the one at Club Gossip. Everyone attempted to appear proper in their high end suits and attire. Rochelle and I were the only ones that looked kind of different... but I guess 'normal' is relative, right? It's a fancy place alright, a sort of real classical place, but our dress codes was okay for us. We were still hot, and bet, although I'm in a waspish mood, I could still attract a whole lot of dicks and if your man was in that bar, I would kick his dick and steal him away from you. After all, I am so pretty and cute, and was born to stand out. There were people everywhere, black and brown, whites, some dancing to the echoes of their shoes, some drinking to fill up their tents, while some kissing and stripping. Some guys have tried to holla at me but I didn't give a flying fuck. Rochelle better be so sure of what she said, that he comes here, and she better pray that I see him!

"Girlfriend, you better be so sure that I see him here, or else I'm going to beat your ass up." I teased with a faint smirk that curved my lower lip, and covered my eyes from the lustrous disco light that tilted from above. She laughed and teased. "The last time I recalled, I whipped your ass back in kindergarten and you cried. Bitch, I'm quite sure you're going to see your super obsession around here anytime soon." She furrowed her brows and winked her eyes and gave me her middle finger as she walks off to dance. My, the chick was goddamn crazy back in grade school and annoying too, always had a talent of mocking her friends. Glad to see how she started to change and grown up since we migrated to college. Rochelle studied Hotel Management some time back in college, but changed to Business Management, same I had studied for two years back in Gabon.

I sat with my face turned from the counter after I had ordered for my drink and enjoyed the music that played from the stereo. I didn't know the artist or who sang that song, but it was cool and mind-relaxing. I gaped at my girlfriend and she was long gone flirting with another elegant fellow. He appeared handsome and rich, so I knew that Rochelle won't dare spare him, at least not today! She's a weekend party freak, but I didn't know why she chose to come outing today, anyway, I hoped that she was so sure about James's presence. Guys around me did their utmost best and attempted to holla at me once again, but like I said, I didn't give a 'flying fuck'. Throughout the crowd, my eyes searched for one person, my vagina was only craving for one thing right now, and it was my James, but he was nowhere to be found. My foul mood freaked and freaked out and my gaze was full of fiery. I had nodded my head to some hullabaloos that came out from the VIP Room and there was James hitting on another guy with a jagged scar snaked on his right cheek. I realized that James hated that shit, and he was so furious because the man in question had abused a fair-skin lady. It didn't take no time until I had confronted James and the next thing, he flirted with me in his exquisite car. He roughly pulled me onto him and held onto my torso tightly with his look straightly in my eyes. Exactly what I needed. My body tension eased at that moment, and the blood pumping through my veins flowed loosely, every particles exploded.

All the while that my body, my heart, my pussy had thirst for him, it ended up just so right. We repeated the same, and he banged me roughly right in his car and my facial muscles and nerves.

Every goddamn part of my body was relaxed.

I snapped out of my thoughts and ugh, hands on decks, I wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks, and convinced myself that I'm clanging that dude today, regardless.

Next, I chanted and used the holy bath water, and then I wore a white hot sexy jean string, white night pajamas and off to James's room.

Ouch, and the party has just begun!