Lust

At dawn, I feel like a new born baby waking up from a swigging chamber. I squint open my eyes and I am welcome with vitamin D from the rays of the morning sun.

I needed this so badly. The sheet of my bed feels like it's melting into my palms when I touch it. Suddenly, something crosses my mind.

Yesterday. That day feels like it's happening all again and I'm starting to think I will never stop thinking of it. All the memories I have of it are fresh.

Why did I feel that way whenever I was close to Jamal? What's so special about his presence that makes me agitated when we're in each other's midst.

I know we met once but this is really strange. Like something words can't describe. Moreover, he's just a stranger. Though, he looks breath taking; I will admit but this is beyond physical understanding.

He must have descended from heaven-what am I doing? This is an abomination. For God's sake Myla he is engaged! Didn't you here what his sister said?

I smack my cheek. How can I forget so suddenly?

I rise from my bed, strolling over to the bathroom while humming 'Not by might nor by power' by Tasha Cops.

I love challenging songs to train my vocal cord. I do this everyday like a dayly routine. And trust me, it works.

My mom always reminded me not to force a pitch. That was true because it's a dangerous step to sing a tone which is not mine.

However, I don't have a deem voice. My cord is super sharp. And sometimes I'm scared It may break out and bleed people's ears.

My mom's words hurt me for real but I kept singing strainous songs until I was able to ride with 'All by myself' by Celine Dion.

This was my all time hit.

I'm so happy I didn't give up on myself.

I'm now facing my mirror while picking up my toothbrush from a pink basket and a roll of toothpaste from next to it. I open the white roll and pour the thick paste over the mouth of my purple brush.

I damp the wood into my mouth and start moving it against my teeth; longitudinally, vertically, and in a circular motion.

Visions of last night still appears. And this time through my mirror as I scrub my teeth. I slow down my pace and start hallucinating; my heart skipping as if he was right next to me.

I study my expression through the rare view of the glass. My bottom lip finds itself in-between my snow teeth as I press hard on it.

A hash voice whispers to my ear.

'Lust!'

I jerk from my posture and blink my lids to regain my conscious mind.

What in the fucking world was that?

I begin to feel guilty for being lust over someone's fiance.

Bellowing my cheeks out, I stoop down to meet the head of a tap in my washing bowl.

I open the tap and water starts falling into the sink with splashes all over the silver basin.

I angle my head and send it forward to fill my mouth with some water. It pours into my small mouth and I enclose it while sending the tooth brush in to rinse my teeth completely.

I spit out and repeat this action for over three to four times before walking out of the toilet. Just when I step my feet in my room, I receive a call.

I frown while matching over to collect the buzzing phone.

Once I'm close, my eyes fall on the name I registered yesterday. Precia. My brows fold the more. Why would she be calling for me?

I swip on answer call and she speaks from the other side of the phone.

"Good morning Myla"

My fonts crane like a sign of surprise.

"Good morning gurl. Nice talking to you once again"

"I'm sorry for calling so early but I just wanted to tell you about a family gathering we'd be having tonight. I think It'd be fun having you around as a friend. That's if you don't mind"

We just met yesterday and here she is inviting me to a family dinner.

I'm quite. What should I say?

"Ok. Umm...when will it start?"

"6:30 PM"

I switch my lips in consideration. I'm a very busy woman. I spend almost 24hrs working. I have enterprises I manage online and out.

Added upon that; I write books most of the time. I design covers, or sleep in the studio trying to make a lyrics and a beat.

I do a lot of research for my classes. And make short films with my house mates. I have more than a million followers on every site who seek for episodes each day. It's true I can't please all of them, but I try to put in a little effort to cover up.

Well, will I be free then?

The answer to this question is No. But since this will be my first outing with her, it'd be a Yes.

"I'd be there. Just message me the location" I respond

"Yes! Thanks so much"

She sounds so excited about this. I'm starting to feel uneasy.

"It's my pleasure. Alright. I'd call you later" I say

"Sure" she responds and I take the phone away from my ear pinae then hang up.

I sigh and throw my phone against the bed. The day had begun.

...

Patricia called earlier telling me she will pick me up. And I accepted her request.

I'm now scanning a dress for this dinner. It won't be as revealing as yesterday. Though my curves will still showcase it's self.

I'm trying my best to be as simple as possible.

"Myla, you have a guest" Brenhilda's voice echoes from behind my close door.

"I'm almost done"

Fat lie

"May I come in?" She asks

"Absolutely not" I tease

She hisses right to my hearing and I giggle

"Common. I'm trying to help you look great"

“Come on in” I permit fixing my wig

She does as ordered and her first reaction makes me regret accepting her in.

She is staring at me with wide eyes. And I am starting to feel really ugly. I look at myself through the mirror with a frown.

"You always look different to me. Like a goddess." She quenches my worry and I snap my heard towards her.

"You should have said that. Not staring at me like a ghost hunter"

"I thought you just said you were almost done"

I stare away from her confused brows; pretending as though I heard nothing.

"Can you just help me get myself done instead of watching over there like a donkey"

She walks to my direction, acting as though my words hurt her.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I can help you look any greater than what you are now." She stops next to me and finds a mascara on my table of make-up.

"Thanks" I respond to her compliment.

She's such a sweetheart.

"I don't know why you keep all these things when you barely use them"

I scrub my eyebrow with my index finger and stare at her opening a lip gloss to moist over my lip.

I shift back "What are trying to do?"

"Just a little touch. Not much"

Sincerely, I hardly put on make up but when I do, it's just a flash. You can barely notice.

Her hand finds itself painting my lips and I shrug letting her do it well.

Once she is done, I clamp my lips together so that the pink moisture spreads all over my full lips. And admire myself through the mirror while she smiles next to me like a fool.

I smirk and let out "You're not bad at this though"

She throws daggers at me and I laugh at her expression, holding my stomach and throwing back my head.

"Don't eat me yet. You did great."

It's just a lipstick for goodness sake.

"Ok. That's enough. I shouldn't keep my guest waiting"

I'm done playing with my face and all the like. I walk with Brenhilda towards the door.

"Why do you have to wear wig all the time. Show off your low cut. It's natural beauty" she tutors

"That'd be a story for another day" I open the door and let her walk past me while I follow behind, locking the door right after my departure.

I don't feel comfortable talking about my hair. It has always been a torn to my flesh.

We walk downstairs and I meet with my guest Patricia. She is wearing a simple white gown with long sleeves and a long white sicleans underneath. Very traditional.

She is a white fan I see. I love white too. Unfortunately, right now I am wearing an orange rope. Not bad.

She stands from the couch and meets me with a large chortle.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting" I apologize at once.

"No, no that's ok" she restricts, reciprocating with a her hands up.

She holds my arm and we kiss one another's cheeks.

"Should we? Jamal has been calling me forever"

I cackle but deep down, the mention of that name rushes my BP. With a subtle grin, I wave to Brenhilda before exiting with Patricia.

To be continued...