CHAPTER 3

TOWANDA'S POV

"It's five O'clock in the morning,

Conversation got boring,

You said you going to bed soon

So I snuck off to your bedroom

And after all I just wait there…"

T-Pain's song woke me up from my inescapably long nap, I had set an alarm for my evening class. The pains in my tummy had reduced a little bit but my head was still aching. It was aching because of the pain and most vitally, because of how insufficient I had been, not once but twice.

I checked my phone to see if the handsome common stranger had left me any messages or missed calls only to meet zero notifications. I thought that he was too busy so I let it slide. I prepared to go to class, to attend the most boring lesson. Nothing annoyed me more than trying hard to understand Karl popper's point of view. Philosophy was really not my thing.

As I glossed my lips, I recalled his sexy kisses, I could feel him all over me as I got lost while reminiscing. My sweet fantasy was cut shot by my inner voice that reminded me how I failed as a girlfriend,

"what a shame Ava? How does he think of you now" I whispered to myself and I quickly stopped biting my lower lip.

"You don't have to go to bed with a man to be valued," I convinced myself as I ignored my toxic inner voice.

"You failed girl, simple! No message left for you,"

It was hard for me to admit that the fact that Troy had not texted me affected me, but I faked it. I told myself that I was not even his girlfriend and took my sling bag, headed to school.

I listened to T-pains song on my way to class, I just didn't know that it would get me so horny. It reminded me of him and the previous night's romance. I tried and ignored the feeling until I got to class. I was late again and the professor was so mad at me as if his salary solely depended on my punctual attendance.

"I am sorry sir," I apologized in a calm fake voice as I took my seat.

"Next time you won't come in Ms. Towanda"

"okay sir."

I listened to his endless words as he lectured about Popper. The content was just as boring as his voice and I allowed a series of romantic fantasies creep their way into my not-so-scholarly brain.

His image was not as misty as my ex's image used to be. Troy was at my place, shirtless and with his sweat pants on. I walked slowly close to him and hugged him from behind, sniffing in his natural scent as I lay my right cheek on his back.

"awww, stay right there, feels so right" he whispered in his horsy voice, I made the hug tighter and smiled at how happy I was to be by his side.

He added some water to the stew and covered the pan. He gently turned and started into my eyes while holding me by my waist. The sweet discomfort from his concentrated scrutiny that pierced through my eyes made me close my eyes.

I Was Not Blushing!

"How do you manage to be this beautiful Ava Towanda? "

My lips split and a genuine smile lit up my face,

"Ask my mama, she gave it all to me," I said as I got close to his lips, he did that thing again,

Caressed my lower lip with his lower lip!

He sent chills down my spine and my temperature raced up making me sweat a little bit.

"I can kill to have you by my side forever Ava Towanda"

I was silent as my heart raced, not knowing what to tell him. I didn't know if responding positively would prove my feelings for him too soon. So I smiled and said,

"Like you are dressed to kill me right now so that you have me forever,"

"Yes her highness, being shirtless was intentional," he said and wildly owned my lips. His fingertips caressed my back rhythmically as if he was playing a piano. He lifted me up and I locked his upper body with my long legs as he blindly led us to my cheap bed. I was not getting enough of him and I commanded him to stab me already,

"Stab me now!"

I felt a hand tap me and it was him again, the boring old professor,

"Stab you? Ms. Towanda are you okay?"

"Yes sir,,

"okay, explain to the class how you understand Karl Popper."

I was cornered because honestly I only knew his name, nothing else. I didn't understand his concept as much as I never used to understand why I was always maxi-horny while on my red days.

"I am not okay professor, could you excuse me, I am unwell." I had to lie to avoid the embarrassment.

"I thought you were alright, but you can go and get some rest"

"Thank you professor."

It was the most sincere thank you that I had uttered in year's. I was honestly thankful that I could finally go and sleep while I thought of my prince charming. I grabbed my bag and headed home…

TROY'S POV

I watched her walk towards me full of composure and confidence. Her long thighs were tucked right into a blue ragged booty short. She handed me my glass of wine and sexily bent, landing her petite ass on her king size bed. My attention was on how her physique resembled someone familiar but most importantly, I fixed my eyes on finishing what Ava Towanda had started the previous night.

"Are you still living in guilt because of a dead person T?" she asked as she crawled up my laps and bit her lower lip. The question annoyed me because she bluntly referred to her as a dead person. She was dead but not just any dead person, she was her twin, my wife. I wore a more serious face as I controlled the big man,

"Get off me Daisel,"

"Come on T," she said as she lowered her bra straps, "don't you like what you see"

I liked what I saw but hated what I thought and what she had previously said. My guilt for betraying Alma could not stay low key. However, I somehow felt like Alma was right inside Daisel and with Daisel around, I could feel a heavy dose of Alma's atmosphere, until she starts talking.

"I'm sorry T," she said innocently and wore a face exactly as Alma's when she used to apologize for hurting my feelings. My anger slowly neutralized as she lowered dropped her bra on the floor.

It felt like we were in the garden of Eden and Even was offering me a forbidden fruit that was peeled half-way. I peeled the other half as I ate the other half. So sweet it was, I could not take any longer to dig in the other half of the part.

DAISEL'S POV

Not cocaine, not even the latest pills in town made me feel as good as his lips on my neck made me feel. I twisted my head slowly in pleasure as I felt his weight on top of my tiny body. For a moment I felt jealous that Alma had always had that pleasure but I could not let it destruct me.

I pushed him off me and lay him down on my bed and whispered in his eyes,

"I am not car," I whined rhythmically and read all the pleasure in his face, " I am not a car that only you can drive, and it cannot drive you," I moved back and forth maximizing his pleasure, " I am more of a jipsy boat," I whined faster, "you row me once, twice thrice, and I own the sea and waves," I made it slower, " I make work easier for my passenger in the sea"

"Awwwwwww" he roared in my ears as he tightly gripped my back and I knew I did it again!

Falling off his hard body brought me into the harsh reality that I was not even his girlfriend. I was only a fraternal twin to his dead wife. For the longest time I had held a grudge for Alma because she knew I had a crush on Troy and she went ahead to date me. I saw Troy first, before Alma, at a national rally and I even took photos with him. We exchanged contacts and he called me a month later. He invited me out for lunch and I was stupid enough to go with Alma. I was not insecure in anyway because ever since our childhood, I was more likeable and prettier than Alma according to everyone. At school I was famous because of my beauty and she was only referred to as the sister to the diva. I was so confident in my beauty and personality that I never for a second imagined that a man could choose Alma over me. Troy proved me wrong when he found my sister prettier and more loveable than me.

He bluntly told me that he liked me as a friend and was developing feelings for my sister. Worst of all, he said it after he had kissed me. The moment stuck in my mind as if it was any set melody.

"Then why the heck have you kissed me?" I asked with anger clogged in my throat as I struggled to fight my tears.

"I am sorry, I got carried away by your confession and emotions and your beauty?"

"Is she prettier than me?"

"No, you are a goddess D"

"Then why do you choose to hurt me this way,"

"if I lie to you, you will hate me more,"

I quickly recomposed myself and realized that I was begging a man when I was a whole dime. I wiped my tears and smile,

"Never mind T, I wish you happiness, excuse me."

I thought that I would be okay and meet other men then fall in love, but the more I saw them together, the more I fell for him, the more I stopped loving Alma as my twin. When they got so serious, I had to pretend the more and focus on my career and making money. But I was sure that one day I would have Troy and the days were getting closer. I was slowly making him mine and nothing,

"NOTHING will keep us apart, not even your dead wife, let the dead bury themselves" I reassured myself before I touched his toned muscles and got lost in thoughts of our house and kids, with him by my side.

TOWANDA'S POV

It was already midnight and Troy had not called me or texted me. I checked my phone so many times and every time I found silly notifications instead of Troy's, I really got infuriated. Up to around 2.00a.m I was typing and deleting messages because I did not know what exactly to type,

"Hi Troy, I am sorry for acting like a fool,"

DELETE

I recomposed myself again and typed while my fingertips sweated. It couldn't be me who was that nervous but again, it was just me because of Troy, not any other man had ever made me feel so powerful and at the same time so weak and vulnerable. It was the first time that I was about to become a 'mman'

"Hey Handsome…"

DELETE

"Hey Troy, I was wondering why you are so silent, I kind of miss you…"

SEND

Message Received by Troy

I have never had such mixed feelings before. I awaited his reply yet I feared the contents in his reply. So I,

POWER OFF

I had to shut down my phone and breath then smile before I slept. I woke up a little bit late but the first thing I did was not to pray, I turned on my phone to see Troy's reply. I was again nervous at 8.00a.m as if my whole life depended on Troy's reply. I kept fidgeting as I typed my password, shock on me,

Zero messages

Zero missed calls

Just stupid Facebook notifications and email updates from blogs. I have never been so angry in my whole life. I felt so insignificant at once and too cheap.

"Why on earth did you send that stupid message Ava?" I questioned myself in anger. Did I really have to say that I had missed him! "So stupid of you Towanda." I wanted to slap myself and then my phone rang, a new number. I heaved a sigh of relief because he finally called. I cleared my throat and held my heart in my hands.

"Hello" I said

"Hello, Ms. Ava Towanda, right?"

Dammit! A female's voice,

"Yes Madam, How may I help you?"

I thought it was one of Troy's girlfriends but behold, it was a call from my future,

"I am calling you from Moon Modeling Agency to inform you that you have been selected among the ten supermodels to join the agency."

"Thank you Thank you Thank you so much."

"You are welcome, your name was put forward by the owner himself."

"aww such an honor."

"sure, please be here by 10:00a.m for further instructions"

Okay ladies now let's get in formation…

Was the first song that came into my mind after she hang up. At that time I did not even thing of Troy, I thought of how I would catwalk and then smile, how I would carry myself as a high profile model even though I was just getting into the industry.

I got there and the first person I met at the entrance was the governor himself,

"Hey Ava Towanda"

"Hey sir, I am surprised that you remember me"

"How can I forget such a confident beautiful lady?"

I was honored that he remembered me. I reassessed each word before letting out of my mouth because it Governor Blake's ears that my words landed on.

"I would love to watch you catwalk, today I wanted to spend time with models and listen to their ideas, no wonder I am here, casually dressed."

"No problem sir, It is an honor that you spared your time for models and to watch me walk."

I said and walked away to prepare myself for the walk. I have never been that confident in life before. As I came back, I saw a man who looked kind of familiar, whispering to him, he then said,

"I am sorry, I have to rush somewhere but I will be back in an hour."

"its okay sir."

"okay, take care"

Other models looked at me wondering who I was to the governor that he talked to me first before anyone, and even left before talking to anyone else. For me, it was just a blessing and nothing more.

The day went smooth with sprinkles of thoughts of Troy but I managed. At the end of the session, the Governor was back and he requested to buy me coffee. Since he the Governor does not bite, I did not decline. I was in fact honored.