CHAPTER 9

Amaka’s POV

I came out of the shower just in time to see Jimi stir awake.

"Agh my head," He groaned.

I just went and sat in front of the dresser.

"How was your night," I muttered.

"Weird…I can’t even remember when I fell asleep-” he paused as if trying to recall what had happened the previous night. He sat up and sighed.

"I'm sorry about last night...I think it’s one of my--"

"Jimi! Jimi!! Jimi!!!... Please don't give me any of that nonsense," I cut him off immediately before picking a hair brush from the dresser to brush my hair.

"Baby it wasn't my intention it just---"

"Jimi I mean why are you doing this to me? Am I not pretty enough? I mean…am I not smart enough?"

"What do you mean?" He asked looking confused.

"Look at me!" I stood up and dropped my towel.

I walked to the foot of the bed and twirled twice.

"Am I not endowed? What does she have that I don't have?" I glared at his already widened eyes.