Anjola

A light skinned girl came in to the sitting room through the elevator wearing knee ripped jeans and a denim shirt. Her skin was simply flawless and angels floated on her head as she walked into the room with a confident air, her jet black pumps hitting the wooden floor a little bit noisily as she took each step.

"Let go of my man bitch." She yelled as soon as she stepped in. She tore us apart with her perfectly manicured nails and shot me a death glare. As soon as he left my hands, I suddenly felt a sense of want. Like I've had so many guys yet I had none.

Other peoples husbands, yes.

Other people's boyfriends, yes.

Horny single men, yes.

"You don't have to act like a child Leila, we can talk about this, and you don't-"

"Listen to me piece of garbage, this man is mine. Mine and mine alone." She moved closer to me brushing him aside and faced me square in the face. As the queen of eye contacts, I return the favor.

"If he's yours, then you don't have to make noise about it, grow up little brat, life doesn't evolve around fine, rich boyfriends'."

"So you think I'm fine ehn?" he piped in. "shut up!" we both said in unison.

She paused for a while to study my face. She looked like a rich girl but for a rich girl, she was dumb. He was having none of silly acts. Here she was, yelling he's mine as the so called hers doesn't look like he gives two fucks.

"Don't you talk to me like that little slut, you were the one standing here, sucking lips with my boyfriend." She yelled, spitting on me throughout the course of her outburst. Tears clouded her eyes and she looked fragile, it was obvious she's just all bark and no bite.

"Can you spit less pretty girl?"

"That's it." In less than a second she took her heels off and jumped on me. Immediately, Mr. Black that was previously enjoying the situation jumped in to get his mentally unstable girlfriend off me. She was like a dog, pulling my braids like I stole her meat.

"I am going to rip your head off." She kept pulling as I was shaking every single part of my body trying to get this crazy human being off of me.

"Do something about your girlfriend." I yelled at the stupid jerk that was doing basically nothing to get her down. He pulled her away from me and they both landed on each other on the floor.

"Come here let me gouge your eyes out." She launched at me again but he gets in the middle. I walked away from the scene so they could talk. I contemplated going through the hallway we passed the other time back to the room where I woke up this morning but that would just put more ideas in this fools head so I just sat on the four chair dining table by the big window.

"Korede why do you keep doing this to me?" so that's his name. "Am I not beautiful, don't I satisfy you enough? We even had sex in a restaurant once when you wanted to." Does this girl realize what she's saying in front of me? I should probably have stood up at that moment to give them some space but the gist was too hot.

She was shaking; her hands trembled as she backed away from korede slowly. The way she talked, the way she moved suddenly made me feel guilty about trashing her. She found me in a suspicious position with her boyfriend and it is so obvious she wasn't alright. Coming from a girl whose life has never been alright, you should get the drift.

"Leila you don't need to do this," he didn't have that playful aura anymore but he wasn't taking this all too serious either. A man that cares for his lady would've wrapped her into a tight hug and just allowed the gestures do the talking. "Come here baby." He reached for her hand but she backed away.

"Don't touch me!" she yelled and moved back. Tears were now flowing down her eyes. She had a beautiful smoky eye going on but her mascara wasn't waterproof making it look as if she was crying black ink.

But why is she making such a big deal about a stupid hug? Babe should just calm down and listen to explanation.

Three out of her buttons were undone, exposing her black lacy bra. Probably happened when she tried to kill me. They already forgot I was even here because nobody paid attention to me anymore.

Korede crossed his arms on his chest, like he was ready to behold her next move and in a split second, she tore her shirt off. A small gasp escaped from my mouth which caused korede to look at me for a second and then he placed his focus on Leila again.

Her boobs looked amazing clad in her lacy bra although it was obviously a foam bra. They kind of looked like apples. Like round juicy apples.

"Am I not sexy enough? Korede you cheated on me with my own sister and I took it. You promised, you promised." As she said the last part, her voice became nothing but a whisper. Her eyes were red and puffy. She cupped her breasts and pushed it in his face. "Is this not sexy enough for you?"

I can relate to what she's feeling, for years now I've been like a sanitary pad to hundreds of men. They pay for it, discharge in it and after using they dump. That feeling just sets in that somebody eats you like gala and throws the nylon away like you worth nothing.

Somebody get me a pop corn and soda please.

"Leila, let's not have this conversation now please, this is not the time or place." He gestured towards me and I dropped my eyes down immediately. My special God given position allowed me to see both their faces from a side view and I could see a small smile playing on his lips. This bastard was enjoying all of this. Someone was having a mental break down and it seemed amusing to him.

"Do you think I care about this bitch ehn?" okay she just called me a bitch but I'll let it slide because he was already making her feel like dog poop. "If you're tired of me then we should just brake up."

Plot twist, I did not see this coming.

For about a minute, korede did not answer he, he stared at her intensely like he was looking for the right words to say. He opened his mouth but closed it again. He looked quite relaxed, maintaining an expressionless face, making it difficult for me to tell what he's thinking.

Show me some expressions man!

Leila on the other hand looked terrible. Her makeup was all messed up and her red and black hombre hair stood on her head like spikes on a porcupine. She was looking terrible, weak and fragile. Her eyes sunk in like she was sick and her breath came at rapid intervals. I tell suddenly forgot my own pain and all the mixture of emotions I felt before Leila walked in. I just wanted to pull her closer like a big sister, hug her and tell her they don't worth it. Because all the men in this world don't deserve a single drop of tear from any woman's eyes.

What happened to bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh? Now it's hole for my stick and sharpener for my pencil. This girl is obviously not a prostitute but with the little scene I just witnessed, she has been treated like a hoe.

"Then let's brake up, do whatever you want." He sounded smooth as usual. Cool, calm and collected his voice smooth and powerful it filled the room. He picked his words carefully enough to make you take it in but not to slow to make him seem inadequate.

As soon as he said the brake up word she started crying. She ran to him and fell at his feet like the servants do in medieval movies. He tugged at her but she refused to budge. She held on to him tightly like he was her last hope of life. "Korede you slept with me without a condom...you...you aren't we something anymore...let me... let me kiss you so you can remember what we shared."

She left his leg and grabs on to the three-seater chair to stand up and then she jammed her face with his. Her kiss was rough like she wanted to eat him, pushing her tounge in and out like a cobra. "You see, you see were still something." She wanted to grab his face again but she pulled him back.

"Still? Were we ever something? Leila just go home and eat cake or something." He picked her denim shirt and her heels on the floor and handed it to her. She didn't say I word, she just walked over to me, pointed a finger at me and said a "You have not seen the end of me. I will make your life a living hell." As she said those words her black eyeballs focused on my neck, like she was going to slit my throat right here.

As soon as she left, I stood up and went straight to korede with an accusing face. "Why did you treat her like that, she doesn't-"

"You don't know me keep your nose out of my business and keep looking pretty while you do it." He winked and left the room leaving me speechless for the first time.

A/N

HEY GUYS, ARE YOU ENJOYING SO FAR? I FIRST WROTE THIS CHAPTER IN KOREDE'S POV AND AFTER TYPING ABOUT 600 WORDS, I REALIZED IT WOULD BE SWEETER TO WRITE IT FROM ANJOLA'S EYES. SO WHAT DID YOU THINK? DID IT WORK? PLEASE LET MRE KNOW.

ANYWAYS, I'VE BEEN POSTING NEW UPDATES EVERYDAY SINCE THIS BOOK STARTED FIVE DAYS AGO. PLEASE LETS HIT 300 READS AND I'LL UPDATE IMMEDIATELY. I HAVE CHAPTER SIX READY ALREADY AND IT'S GONNA HAVE SOME KOREDE-ANJOLA MOMENTS. ALSO LET'S THINK OF A SHIP NAME FOR THEM. THE BEST WINS AND THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE DEDICATED TO YOU ;]

Also for readers of our school, I currently have writers block but I will work on it. Ily.