“I knew I shouldn”t have dyed my hair blue!” Adalana
sighed as she stared at the mirror.
Her best friend, Jemma just stared at her. “You’re
kidding, right? You find out that the guy you’ve been with for five years was
cheating on you and you’re talking about your blue hair?”
Adalana shrugged as she kept on scrutinizing her appearance. Her reflection
stared back at her. Her short bright blue “fro” looked, well, shiny in contrast
to her dark skin. Her large, dark brown eyes stared back at her and her full
lips were squeezed in a confused pout.
“Are you even listening to me, Adalana?” Jemma asked exasperatedly.
Adalana stared at herself once more before turning round to roll her eyes at
her friend. “What on earth do you want me to do? He cheated on me. Not the
first time apparently. He’s been doing it for years according to the girl who
was wrapped around his cock like glue. I’ve had a whole week to myself to deal
with it and now, I’m telling you, telling you first mind you, just because you’re
my best friend. Right now all I want you to do is humor me even if you don’t
understand why I’m taking it this way. I don’t need you to ponder on my “madness”...
just tell me if this hair is truly crazy or if I should dye it back to black.”
Jemma stared at her as if she were lost for
words. Then she gulped and replied, “Err...yeah, I guess it’s okay. I mean, it
should look weird, but it kinna suits you.”
Adalana beamed at her. “Thank you. That’s all
I needed to know. Now, I told Linda at work that I was up for a night out so I’m
gonna need some time to get ready. You don’t mind me leaving now, do you?”
Jemma just shook her head, speechless.
Adalana smiled at her again and leaned over
to place a kiss on her cheek. “Thanks hun. I”ll see you later. Mwah.” She blew
a kiss to Jemma. With that, Adalana grabbed her oversize tote and practically
skipped out of Jemma’s tastefully
furnished apartment.
It had been a week since Adalana had used her
fiancée, well ex-fiancée’s key to open his apartment and seen a mixed-race girl
sucking his cock for all that it was worth. She had stared on, absently
thinking to herself that the girl’s mouth was like a Hoover. He had looked up
suddenly, as if some sixth sense had informed him of her appearance and pushed
the girl off of him as if she were a scorpion.
“Oh shit, Adalana. I’m so sorry, I had absolutely no idea that... I mean, I can
explain...”
Adalana had burst out laughing at that. “I
had an internal bet with myself that you were going to say those three wondrous
words “I can explain”; don’t worry honey, I release thee.” She chuckled to
herself again at that as she walked into the room and calmly started putting
her stuff scattered randomly about into her tote.
He, Osyra, had run around after her, his flaccid cock flopping about as he
beseeched with her to not be hasty. His personal Hoover just sat there, staring
like she was in shock before asking plaintively, “I thought you guys were over?”
Adalana had ignored the both of them as she walked into the bathroom and
dropped her toiletries into her bag.
He had stepped in front of her and she had automatically lashed out with a
fist, punching his dick as hard as she could. He doubled over with a large howl
and she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.
“Oops, reflex hun, apologies. I did tell you not to worry.”
She stepped around him and made for the stairs. As she reached the door, she
heard his hurried footsteps as he hobbled downstairs after her.
“Please, Adalana Mordi. We were engaged for a year. Don’t throw this away just
because of my stupidity. We’ve been together for five years. Doesn’t it mean
anything to you?”
Adalana had turned round at that, her eyes going slightly cold. “That’s
something you should have thought of before sticking your cock in someone else’s
mouth. Funny, as that girl upstairs is someone I’ve seen you with before so
this is clearly not the first time you messed around behind my back. This is
over, Osyra. And you best be deleting my number from your phone because I don’t
want to hear anymore of your whining. You laid your fucking bed, now go
asphyxiate yourself in it.” She had smiled sweetly at that before getting out
of the house, shutting the door quietly.
Now as she went over everything again, for the umpteenth time, she wondered why
she had not yelled and screamed at him. She had always wondered what she would
do if she found him cheating on her. Scream? Spit bloody murder? Pulverise him
with her special baseball bat? None of that. Instead, she had felt a sudden
calm steal its way over her bones. Of course when she had gotten home and been
confronted with their framed photo by her bedside table, she had broken down
and wept.
Osyra had been her college sweetheart. She had met him when she transferred
from an all-girls boarding school in New York to another one in Reading. He had
been in his third year in University there and she had been enthralled by him
as he was the first guy to ever kiss her and the first guy to ever make love to
her. She had only ever had anything to do with him. All through college from
the age of seventeen till, well the previous week, now that she was twenty
three.
She had been so pleased when he popped the question the year before. She had
just started training at one of the top literary agencies in the country and
she thought it was the perfect time for an engagement. She had a wonderful job
that she adored as did he and the plan was to be engaged for two years before
actually getting married.
Her father had been extra thrilled. He had been haranguing her to come back
home to New York. The fact that she had ended up with a Nigerian guy who was of
her tribe as well; suffice to say that it was her father’s dream come true. Of
course she had loved him as well; being able to please her father was an added
bonus.
Now, it seemed the honeymoon was over. He had shown his true colors or had been
unable to hide it as properly as before. All she could think of now was how
crushed her father was going to be. As for her, she was so over it. She had
been the perfect daughter and perfect girlfriend. No more.
She had been prefect in school; had the highest grades there as well. She had
been the perfect worker too. She had stayed at work till 1 a.m. some days and
gotten wonderful praises and bonuses. She had learnt how to cook perfectly,
bake and even do laundry. Stuff she never thought she would have to learn as
she was pretty well-off. All of this she had done as she was subconsciously
training to be a wonderful wife.
Well, no more. She was not going to be the perfect role model anymore. She was
going to let down her hair and party like there was no tomorrow. Starting from
tonight.