Chapter 42: Chapter 42

"Mum, where are we going again?" Cameron asked, as I helped him tie up his shoelaces.

I cleared my throat, "To the hospital."

"For what? I don't have an appointment with the doctor today or do I?" He asked.

"You don't," I responded.

"Then what are we going for?" He asked.

I smiled and stroked his hair gently then I sat beside him on his bed.

"Darling, how will you feel knowing I've lied to you about something?" I asked.

"Mum, you always say it's not good to lie so I know you will never lie," He said.

I smiled, "But what if I did?" I asked.

"I don't know how I'd feel," Cameron replied truthfully.

I sighed, "Darling, there's something I must tell you."

"Yes mum, go on," He urged.

"Your...ummm...your... Your father isn't dead," I stuttered.

He looked at me in disbelief, "What are you saying mum?"

"I lied to you. Your father hurt me and that's why I didn't want him to come close to you," I explained.

Cameron looked at me, speechless.

"Darling, are you fine?" I asked.

"You mean I have a dad?" He asked and I nodded imperatively.

"Wow! That's awesome, mum. I finally get to call someone my dad, like my real dad," Cameron said, beaming excitedly.

"Yes, dear," I said.

"So...mum, are we going to see my dad at the hospital? Is he a doctor?" I asked.

I shook my head slowly, "No, he's not."

"Then why are we going to the hospital?" He asked.

"Cause we need to be sure he's actually your father so there won't be a mistake," I said.

He looked confused, "I don't understand."

"I know, darling, but you will as time goes on, when you're much older than this," I told him.

"So when will my father and I meet?" He asked.

"In two weeks time," I responded.

"That's not too far, I can wait," He said.

"That's my boy," I said and ruffled his hair.

"How's my dad like? Is he handsome, tall and slim with muscles?" He asked.

I smiled at him, "I don't know."

"How come? You know him, don't you?" He asked, staring at me.

I sighed, "I wish I did... Anyways, it's a complicated issue so just relax," I told him.

"Okay mum, I will," Cameron said.

"Good boy," I said with a smile.

"Mum, have you heard Laura Nutshell's new song? Everyone in school has been talking about it," Cameron said.

"Err...no," I said.

"I thought you were a fan of hers," Cameron said, looking puzzled.

"Yeah," I said.

"Mum, weren't you supposed to sing with her? Why haven't you done that yet?" Cameron asked.

I had tried so hard to forget about Laura Nutshell's insensitivity and refusing to feature me on her song because of an obvious critical issue and here my son was, reminding me of what had happened.

"Nothing really," I finally gave him an answer.

"Is it because you're home taking care of me? I'm fine now and you should go back to working. If you don't work, how will you get money?" Cameron asked.

I giggled, "You're such an amazing and thoughtful child," I complimented.

He grinned, "I know. You should listen to Laura Nutshell's new song though."

"Speaking of listening to music, did you take my Diamond-Encrusted AirPods?" I asked Cameron.

He immediately shook his head vigorously, "How could I even think of doing such? Your 20,000 dollars AirPods you got from the US? Mum, you love that thing more than you love me so I can't even think of taking it," He said.

I chortled, "Do you know that's close to 8 million in Nigerian currency? I treat it so well cause it's expensive but I certainly do not love it more than you," I assured him.

"Of course, I know that. Don't you get sarcasm?" He retorted.

My brain immediately recollected the day I asked him that same question.

"How'd you know what sarcasm is?" I asked, in awe.

"I asked my teacher and she explained it to me," Cameron said, smiling like someone who just won the soccer world cup.

I nodded, feeling slightly defeated.

"Don't feel bad, the young shall grow. You're sending me to school to become better than you, isn't it?" He asked.

I chuckled, "You remind me too much of him all of a sudden."

"Who? My father?" He asked.

I sighed, "With the options I've got right now, he's certainly better than the rest of them but fate has a way of making life tough."

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Never mind, sweetie. I just really need to get my AirPods, I've not seen them for quite sometime," I said.

"Why don't you check Aunt Rita's room? She's the one always borrowing your stuff," He said.

"That's true, I should probably go check her room. Besides, it went missing around the time she travelled. Thanks for the advice," I said, standing up.

"You're welcome, mum. Wait, is it stealing if someone takes your stuff without asking?" Cameron asked, looking confused.

"Yeah, why are you asking?" I asked, wondering why that question just came from the blue.

"Cause it means Aunt Rita's a thief," He said.

I chuckled at first then laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

I refrained from laughing and just smiled, "Cameron, I don't think there's a thing like stealing amongst sisters but you don't understand, do you?"

He shook his head.

"I knew you wouldn't get it. Even your class teacher won't be able to explain it this time around," I said, sticking out my tongue.

He had a mixture of amusement, anger and confusion written on his face but he just said, "You're so childish, mum."

"Whatever, grab your bag and meet me downstairs," I said and left his room, shutting his door gently behind me.

Scheduling the time and hospital for the DNA test wasn't hard at all; anyone and everyone had their ears itching for whom the father of my child actually was.

I had taken the decision to have the test done and over with two days after receiving the notice from the court, informing me of the lawsuit filed against me by John.

After announcing my intention via Instagram during a live session, fans and foes were glad I could finally forgive and give my child a father because as they claimed, no one could possibly perform dual roles.

But I hadn't taken that decision because I had forgiven anybody neither had I taken the decision because of Cameron; in fact, in my own opinion, Cameron will be better off without the knowledge of whom his father is.

I just needed to clear my head and let everyone leave me alone and stop bugging me.

Besides, I'd be forced to do so either way so what was the point of dragging the whole issue?

I went into Rita's room which hadn't been opened ever since she left.

The room was painted in baby pink and lilac and even the furniture were painted in the same colours. It was so girly and childish and I didn't really like entering into it.

My own room was the direct opposite of the babyish room Rita fancied as it was graced with silver, white and nude coloured materials, more classy and ladylike.

Hey, I'm not bragging but I was definitely one of a kind.

The room actually had a pleasant scent and the astonishing wallpapers showing the pictures of hot male celebrities Rita liked made the room quite appealing.

"Where do I start from?" I mumbled to myself.

I looked to my right and saw her three-seater sofa with the throw pillows laying on it. I went there and removed the throw pillows one after another but nothing was there.

I went over to her dressing table and rummaged through the cosmetics over there but still, my AirPods were nowhere to be found.

I searched underneath her bedsheets, on the bedside table, even under the bed but I still didn't find anything having a resemblance to my dearly beloved AirPods.

"Maybe she travelled with them. No, Rita knows me too well to take one of my prized possessions to show off with," I thought aloud.

I moved over to her TV Stand and searched among the pile of CDs arranged neatly in the drawers.

"Nothing's here," I muttered.

Maybe I had left it in the car or at the agency the last time I was there, I thought to myself and stood from my crouched position.

I was about leaving when I noticed an office file peeking from one of the drawers in the bedroom cabinet.

What could that be that looked important? Rita was a carefree person and didn't take anything seriously.

Was that file for me? Was something wrong with her?

I went there and successfully managed to open the drawer carefully without tearing or squeezing the file.

I stealthily opened the file and the content of the file, which were printed papers, spilled right unto the floor, scattering all over the place.

I hissed, if only I had minded my business, all these wouldn't have happened.

I stooped to pick up the papers and what I saw were actually familiar. I read the content of the papers one by one and I realised it was something worth seeing after all.

But the real question was: "how had Rita gotten those very important documents?" I made a resolve to call her ASAP.

I gathered the documents together and arranged them, placing them in the file accordingly.

"Mum, I'm done. Where are you?" I heard Cameron yell from downstairs.

I took the file and shut the drawer then I left the room with a whole mixture of emotions.

"Mum, what are you holding?" Cameron asked.

"It's not important, let me get my bag from my bedroom, okay?"

"Yes mum," He said.

I went into my room and grabbed a black handbag and kept the file in it.

I looked at myself in the mirror for one last time before exiting the bedroom and smiled in satisfaction.

The black body-con v-neck sleeveless dress which was two inches above my knees didn't just look elegant and classy, it also glorified my curves and had the ability to make a brother sin.

I adjusted my 18-inch Peruvian fringe wig. Damn! I looked really smoking hot. Maybe I should try launching my own fashion brand, most celebrities had fashion brands which were making progress after all.

"Mum, aren't we going anymore?" Cameron yelled from the living room.

"I'm coming," I yelled back at him.

I grabbed my nude purse which matched with my nude heels and made the outfit look more exorbitant.

I took my phone which I had left on the bed and stared at my backside one last time in the mirror before exiting the room, thanking God for the umpteenth time in my mind for taking out time to create me so marvelously well.

I later went downstairs and left the house after saying goodbye to Mary.

We did our usual routine of getting Franklin and taking a drive to our destination. Thankfully, the place and time we were going to take the DNA test wasn't disclosed to the public.

I didn't need to worry about trying to shy away from the paparazzi or news reporters or crazy fans. I didn't see the need to go out with bodyguards but in the end, I did, for fear of the unknown.

While in the car and on our way to The Lagos University Teaching Hospital which was almost an hour drive from our residence in Lekki, I decided to call Rita and we spoke about how she managed to be in possession of the documents.

An hour later, we arrived at the laboratory in the hospital that performed the DNA test for both forensics and personal use.

I wore a face mask and had on dark sunglasses so no one will recognise me. My son was confused when I put on a face mask for him but I told him it was all part of the celebrity disadvantages and he just smiled, revealing a tooth that had begun to grow in place of the one that had removed before.

I had told Michael and Wale to stay back via phone call as they were in the other car, I had given them such instruction so as not to arouse suspicion of my identity and had stepped out of the car holding my son closely behind me.

I followed the direction that had been sent to me via email and got into the private section that had been reserved for us to avoid the eye of the public.

"Well, well, well, who knew you will still come?" John asked rhetorically and laughed boisterously.

I removed my glasses and face mask so I could eye him properly.

John was just so petty and annoying and I hated him a whole lot. I just didn't see how someone could be so unremorseful at his mistake.

I saw the three men were all present and sitted but I couldn't read what was on their minds, all I could do was hold my son's hand tightly because I was somewhat terrified as I was alone with them, the doctor wasn't even present.

Mr Grumpy stood up and walked over to me but came closer and I moved backwards till my back was against the wall.

My breathing multiplied with his closeness as I was trembling in fear. It had been so long since I felt that scared and I didn't like the situation I was in.

He placed his left hand heavily on the wall and his harsh breaths on my cheeks kept me alert and fearful.

He guffawed, "Yet again, Cassandra, I have my way. It's always like that with you, you'll refuse then be forced to succumb to what I want. And you can't even fight it off, even your weakling of a boyfriend isn't here with you."

My son held tightly to my hand, obviously scared with the whole drama.

Then, I realised that it just wasn't me anymore, I had the responsibility of taking care of someone else and I won't let anyone traumatise my son.

I let go of Cameron's hands and pushed Mr Grumpy with my two hands which sent him staggering backwards.

"You should have let me smack him hard on his head," Amsey said, as I saw him come into the room. That was when I noticed a curtain that separated the room from somewhere else and that's the path he had followed.

Cameron went to hug him and I felt really relieved on seeing him.

"Remember the last time I left you with a few minor injuries, this time around, I'd beat you to a pulp and you'll forget all the memories you've ever made," Amsey threatened, glaring at Mr Grumpy.

"And who are you?" John asked, getting on his feet.

"Someone who'd squeeze the life out of you if you're not careful," Amsey warned.

"Are you one of the men who benefit from her honeypot?" John asked with a wry smile on his face.

Amsey lunged at him with his fists clenched but I held him back, "He's not worth it," I said.

"Just let me...."

"No, don't. What are you even doing here?" I asked.

He scratched his hair, "Errrm... I came to see if I could get a DNA result for my father and I in just a week, someone managed to get a strand of his hair," He explained.

"I don't understand, what do you need it for?" I asked.

"Well, the court case was scheduled for next week and I need to prove he's my biological father," He said.

"So what if he's your father? Does that guarantee you getting back your properties from him?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Not all all but at least, the world will be fully convinced that I didn't lie."

"How about fulfilling your mum's wishes by getting the properties from your lying father?" I asked.

He shrugged, "The good doesn't always have to win. We've tried tracing the men who stole my briefcase to no avail but even if we succeed, what's the possibility that they haven't gotten rid of the documents?"

I nodded my head in understanding.

"Good day, ma, my daughter's a huge fan," The doctor said as he approached us in his lab coat.

"That's good to hear," I said, with a smile.

"This belongs to her if you don't mind," He said, handing me a pink music book indicating I gave an autograph.

I heard John hiss, obviously jealous, but I ignored him and collected the book and requested for a pen.

The doctor removed a pen from his pocket and gave it to me saying, "She's 15 and an aspiring musician," He said with a smile.

I flipped over to the last page of the book and wrote these amazing words: you're a star, keep shining. Afterwards, I wrote my name at the bottom of the message.

"Thanks a lot, she'll be excited about this," The doctor said, receiving the book.

"I'm glad," I told him.

"Is this your son? He's so handsome," The doctor said and my son smiled, holding on to his face mask which he had removed.

"Thanks," I told him.

"He should come inside, we're ready to take his blood sample," The doctor said.

Cameron shook his head, "No...no, I don't want to," He refused.

"He's scared of injections," I explained to the doctor.

"I'm not scared, I just don't like them," He countered.

"I'd stay with you during everything, it won't hurt you, okay?" I said.

"No!" He vehemently refused.

"Why must it be a blood test anyway? Can't it be his spit, hair or something?" Amsey asked.

"Ask them," I gestured at the three men who were sitting with their eyes fixed on us.

"Well, I believe the blood test will be more accurate," John said.

"You're just an illiterate," Amsey retorted.

"Just let him be. I just want to do this and be left alone and whichever method they use is fine by me," I said.

"Okay. Cameron, your mum will be there with you through it all so don't be afraid," He said.

"No, she'll make fun of me later saying I was screaming and crying," Cameron objected.

I gave a small smile, he was being honest.

"Should I come with you instead?" Amsey asked.

"Will you make fun of me?" Cameron asked.

Amsey shook his head, "I won't."

"Okay then," Cameron finally agreed.

"Please, take care of him," I told Amsey.

He nodded and soon left the room with Cameron and the doctor but not before flashing John and Mr Grumpy a warning glance.

"Hi Cassandra," Reverend Lawrence said, after the trio had left the room.

"What is it?" I retorted.

He stood up and walked towards me and I cringed in fear, although I didn't make it obvious.

And then, he did something I didn't expect.

He crouched and fell to his knees, tears dripping from his eyes, groping my feet which trembled and grovelling for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I swear, I'm sorry. I've been haunted by what I did not just to you but to other naive girls. I'm dying, please. God has dealt mercilessly with me, I lost the license to preach, I went to prison. If not for my sister's influence and the stroke I suffered this year, I'd have still been rotting in jail. In the day, the police watch my every movement, I can't even go where I want to unless informing them beforehand. In the night, I'm tortured by nightmares," He said.

If he thought he was going to get sympathy, he may get it from anyone but me.

I folded my arms, "You deserve worse than that for the despicable things you've done. How in this world would you just take advantage of unsuspecting girls? You're a monster, mister, and you're nothing to write home about. The world will be a better place if the likes of you are beheaded, paedophile," I concluded, jerking his hands off my feet.

He stood up slowly and bowed his head in shame, "I'm asking for your forgiveness, do me a favour, take pity on me and forgive me."

I scoffed, "Awwn. I'd have loved to pity you but unfortunately, I do not feel even the slightest bit of pity for you and you certainly do not deserve to be forgiven."

"Let the bitch be, she's a whore and a pretender, acting like little Miss perfect," John said, sneering at me.

"You're just a miserable and annoying bastard. Let it be known to you this day that I'm not the cause of your inability to have a child," I said.

"Maybe you are. You probably tied our destinies in a spiritual coven. Take a look at all our lives, all the lives of the men you had sex with in one night, is any of us doing well? Okorie here," He gestured at Mr Grumpy who appeared thoughtful, "Okorie lost all he had. He was doing well and he didn't have an issue with his wife. Why then did his wife suddenly take all he ever owned and his children weren't his?

"How about Lawrence? He was a high ranking Reverend but he lost all he had, went to prison, had a stroke and is now used as a servant in his sister's house even though he's really ill and how about me? I became impotent all of a sudden due to an accident and my marriage is on the verge of collapse. Do you want to tell me all these was a coincidence?

"You're a curse, Sandra. You're a witch and an evil person. After all you've done, you still don't have the heart to forgive. Do you think anyone will be willing to beg you forever? Having sexual intercourse with you was a mistake as it placed a curse on our lives, you're the reason for our present predicament,"  He concluded.

I yawned trying to make him look stupid then I laughed hysterically, "I'm not responsible for anything, John. Karma is, or should I say what everyone's been saying? God already avenged."

"Ouch, mummy," Cameron said as he came out with Amsey by his side and walked up to me.

I went to him, stooped to his level and ruffled his hair, "Did it hurt you?" I asked.

"Yes, mummy. Thank God Amsey was there to hold me," Cameron said.

I smiled, "Did you say thanks to him?" I asked.

"No, mum." He responded, bowing his head.

"So what must you say now?" I asked.

Cameron looked at Amsey and said thanks to him.

"Did they give you any form of trouble?" Amsey asked, in a whisper.

"Don't worry, I've got them under control," I responded.

"We're done here, let's go then," Amsey said.

"We're leaving," I announced.

"No one cares," John said.

"Sooner or later, I'll have him," Mr Grumpy said, staring intently at Cameron.

I snickered, "I was right to know you haven't changed a bit."

"No one ever changes, do they?" Mr Grumpy retorted.

"Well, people change, animals don't," Amsey responded with a smirk.

I struggled to hold back my laughter and just bit my lips.

"You'll see how an animal is when I get my son from you," Mr Grumpy threatened.

"Mum, what's he talking about?" Cameron asked.

"It's something that shouldn't bother you," I said and took his hand in mine then we walked out of the place after I shot Mr Grumpy a glare, with Amsey by our side.

I put back on my face mask and glasses as we left the building.

"You'll ride in my convertible, won't you?" I asked Amsey.

"Are you sincerely asking me to take a drive in your car? Have you forgiven me?" Amsey asked, obviously surprised.

"Don't push your luck, I'm only being civil with you. You wanna come or not?" I asked.

"I don't want to," Amsey said.

"Just say yes," Cameron urged him.

Amsey shrugged, "If it were a pretty girl who asked me to, I wouldn't have objected. Anyways, I'd come only because of your son," He said.

I eyed him and got into the car.

"Did you see her face when I said that?" I heard Amsey ask Cameron.

Cameron chuckled, "You sure know how to make my mum angry, how do you it? I'd like to annoy a girl as well."

"Girls hate it when you call them ugly, rule number 1," Amsey said.

"Really? I'd try calling Christie ugly then," Cameron said.

"Amsterdam, what are you teaching my son?" I yelled, sticking my head out the window.

"Let's go before she eats us raw," Amsey said in a low tone.

"I can hear you and we're leaving!" I yelled.

They rushed to the car and Amsey sat by my left while Cameron sat by my right.

I gave a smirk as the car roared to life and we exited the hospital's surroundings.

Almost three hours later, we arrived at home. The drive had taken so long due to the traffic. It was Lagos, what more could one have expected?

I was so famished and extremely tired. I had bought some snacks when the traffic had made all cars stop and be in a fixed state. The snacks seemed to have satisfied Cameron but my stomach was pinching so hard, I hadn't even had anything to eat in the morning.

Cameron and Amsey got out of the car at the same time and I followed suit.

Luckily for me, Cameron hadn't slept a wink during the ride back home so Amsey couldn't start one of his annoying conversations even if he had wanted to.

"Thanks for the ride back home," Amsey said, dipping his hands in his pocket.

"You're welcome," I said.

"Mum, I'm going up to watch PJ masks," Cameron announced, apparently bored of our conversation then he ran upstairs.

"So.... What are you going to do?" I asked.

"About what?"

"About the court case."

He shrugged, "I'll just take life as it comes. Maybe I wasn't meant to win."

"Come with me," I said.

"To where?" He asked.

"To my bedroom," I mouthed.

He looked dumbfounded "Wha...wha... what do...do you mean?" He stuttered.

I chuckled, "Relax, I'm kidding."

He heaved a deep sigh, "That's better. Although, I won't really mind," He stated with a grin.

I sneered and proceeded to the staircase and he followed closely behind me till we got all the way to our apartment.

"Wait here," I told him and went inside my house.

Cameron was in the living room, oblivious of my presence as his whole focus was on the cartoon showing on TV.

I strode into my bedroom and took my black handbag in which I had kept the documents I had found in Rita's bedroom.

I took out the file containing the documents, wondering if I was doing the right thing.

I sighed, well I had no use for it so the best thing was just to give it to the owner. This was just a test on humanity and I was going to pass it.

I was walking back to the living room when I bumped into Mary.

"Good afternoon ma. I was just on my way to ask you if you'll be eating. I saw you when you entered from the kitchen window and I thought it wise to ask you if I should set the food on the dining table," She said.

"What did you cook?" I asked.

"Jollof rice with beef," She replied.

I smiled, "Of course, I'll eat. Please, do set the table, I'll be right back," I told her, beaming.

"Okay ma, I'll do that right away."

"Thanks dear," I told her and hurried to the living room where Cameron ignored my presence once more and opened the door.

I stepped out, closing the door gently behind me and there, I saw Amsey waiting and pacing around.

"What took you so long?" He fired, on getting wind of my presence.

"I only spent about 2-4 minutes in there so what's your issue?" I retorted.

"You're so impolite, can't you just say you're sorry?" He questioned.

"Sorry about what? You'll only receive such from me in your dreams. Now, be a good boy and keep shut," I ordered.

"Just in case you've forgotten, I'm not Cameron that you'd talk to me in that manner," His voice sounding like he was actually annoyed.

I scoffed, "Fine then! Rant all you want. Just don't say I'm a bad person when you lose in court against your father because I tried to help you and you decided to be a pain in the ass," I said.

"Wait, what? You have something I could use in court?" He asked.

I handed him the file and he looked at me with a mixture of wonder, surprise and worry.

He opened the file and surprise became the major emotion he felt as it was clearly written all over him.

He gasped as he scanned through the content of the papers.

"How'd you get this?" Amsey asked.

I shrugged, "Well, Rita was the one who had seen it and not me."

"Yeah, I finally remember her name," Amsey said.

I stared curiously and in a state of wonder. Only God knew what he was talking about.

"What are you saying?" I asked him.

"That's not important but how did Rita get a hold of these vital documents?" He asked.

"Well, she said the day of the first hearing, you guys saw each other by chance and the zip of your briefcase was open and the file went right out of the bag," I explained to him, stating exactly what she had told me over the phone when I had placed a call to her in the morning. Not exactly her words but shorter and straight to the point but with the same message to be honest.

He looked quite lost till he remembered something, "Oh, jeez. I remember her telling me that day that I forgot something. I had thought she just wanted to continue the conversation we were having which was annoying and wasn't right for my frame of mind at the time," He explained.

I shrugged, "You've gotten them back and you'll definitely win the case against your father, that's all that matters for now," I assured.

He smiled broadly at me, "Where's Rita now? I have to be thankful to her in person."

"She's in our hometown," I responded.

"Ohh, I'm really grateful to her. I'm sure she's the one who convinced you to have them over to me," He said, drawing into a conclusion.

"She even forgot about the documents. I'm the one you should be grateful to for coming across the documents in her room and giving them to you. I could have decided not to give you the documents but I still did and that's why I'm the one you should be eager to say thanks to," I clarified.

He chortled, "No need to get so jealous. I didn't know you were the one that masterminded this singular act of kindness. Thanks, Cas, for putting aside old grudges and helping me out," Amsey said with a smile.

I smiled back at him, "One good turn deserves another, you're welcome."

He ran his hand through his hair like he was confused or thinking.

"What's the issue?" I asked.

"I just feel saying just thanks to you feels too random considering you just made me a billionaire," He said.

I smiled, "It's fine, what more could you possibly offer?"

"Oh, you'd be shocked," He said in a sexily drowsy tone.

My heart skipped and the pace of its breathing increased.

He walked slowly towards me, one step at a time, and with every step he took, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotions that I hadn't felt in years.

He was close, too freaking close but I didn't push him away; I liked how he was so near to me and how he made me feel so loved, so wanted. No one had ever made me feel the same way in years.

He grabbed my waist with his left hand, slightly touching my backside which made me let out a moan, wrapping my arms around his neck.

What in the world was wrong with me? He hadn't even done anything and I was already in ecstasy, only the Lord knew how much of a desperate and lonely lady I had just sounded and acted like.

He locked his eyes in mine and tilted his head. Our lips were no more than an ½ inch away from each other as I closed my eyes slowly and steadily, waiting to feel his lips on mine.

His breathing became more rapid and the manly fragrance of his perfume was the only thing I could perceive as I waited for his kiss, wishing to savour every moment I had been deprived of for the last six years.

Soon, I felt his hand leave my backside and his breath wasn't upon my nose anymore.

I slowly opened up my eyes and saw him standing five feet away from me. I thought we were so close and now he was just standing apart from me.

"What's wrong?" I managed to ask, swallowing my pride.

He shook his head slowly, "You'd wake up tomorrow and regret it," He said.

I snickered, "You're actually concerned about that or you just wanted to make a fool out of me?"

"Of course not, why would I?"

"Well, you've done it before. I was the one who was stupid enough to want to let you into my life after all you did," I said, enraged.

"Whatever, Cas, you always like to think you're right. If we had gone on with anything today, you're still the same person who'd come back tomorrow yelling that I took advantage of you," He said.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"Fine then. I'm the little girl who loves throwing tantrums so let me be, okay?"

"You're so annoying, I don't even wanna have anything to do with you anymore."

"Fine then," We chorused and went into our opposite apartments, slamming the doors behind us, making it loud for the other person to hear.

I looked around the living room. Cameron wasn't there anymore, he'd probably gone to eat in the dining room.

I slumped into one of the sofas and placed my legs flat on the table reminiscing over the past few minutes happenings.

Why had I let myself get drawn to Amsey and closed my eyes for a kiss like a stupid pathetic teenager? I wasn't 18 anymore, I was a full grown woman...but still a fool.

He had probably wanted to know if I still felt something for him and he had tried to find that out by playing on the romantic side.

"You don't like him, Cassandra, you were just caught in the moment," I said to myself.

But why was he so hard to resist? God did a magnificent job in creating him, he didn't even need muscles to look good.

He deserved to be the face of Africa with his dark yet impeccable skin and his eyes were the sexiest thing alive; how could a human being's eyes shine so brightly with childish humour and at the same time, mature mischief.

I liked the way he towered above me, I loved looking up to talk to him and his voice was one thing that I'd be willing to quit music for if I could listen to it everyday.

Everything about him was so flawless and aside from physical beauty, he also had a beautiful heart. No wonder I hadn't fallen for a guy since he left, he was just so different and highly blessed.

I heard a knock on the door. Did he come back? I wondered as I skipped happily to the door.

I cleared my throat and decided to give him a full taste of an aggrieved and disappointed lady.

I opened the door and yelled, "I thought I told you to let me be."

"When?" A voice different from Amsey's asked.

I looked up to see a man in a pair of jean trousers and a black polo shirt which made his potbelly quite obvious. He matched his outfit with a pair of white ankle length sneaker boots and held an Android phone in his hand.

He was someone I recognised instantly and he seemed not to have aged but even looked younger than before. His hair wasn't bald anymore, what hair growth cream had he used? I wondered. His afro hair was ebony black with grey tips and likewise his beards, he didn't look like a pastor but like a potential sugar daddy.

He was my father, Pastor James.

"Mum, I finished my food and took my medicine," Cameron said, coming into view.

"That's good," I said, giving him a half smile.

He suddenly noticed Pastor James who was standing in the doorway.

"Good afternoon sir, who are you?" He asked.

"Is this your son?" Pastor James asked.

"Who else will he be?" I retorted.

"Oh.. It just seems like I've seen him elsewhere," He said.

"Probably on the television," I said.

"You're absolutely right," Pastor James said.

He lifted Cameron in his arms and tickled him, which sent him laughing uncontrollably and I smiled, Cameron hated people carrying him but he wasn't complaining which was a great sight to behold.

"Who are you?" Cameron asked, after his laughter had died down.

Pastor James smiled, "I'm your grandfather and you're... You're my grandson," He said.

"Really? So mummy has a daddy?" Cameron asked.

"Of course, did you think she fell from heaven?" Pastor James asked.

Cameron shook his head, "Of course not. Come in, let me show you all of my toy collections," He said.

Pastor James looked at me waiting for my opinion but I just smiled and gave him the nod and he went in, with Cameron in his hands.

I had no energy left in me to fight. I had too much on my plate with the three men who I had slept with that night, Cameron's DNA test, my failed attempt at kissing and not even able to compose one song for my upcoming album, I just didn't have the energy to fight anyone.

Fighting took too much strength, it was better to just let things happen and be left in peace.

Fighting wasn't healthy.

I was going gaga with all the stuff happening and before I could be drained entirely, I wasn't going to fight anymore.

Things will happen as intended by fate so it was useless even fighting to change things.

And I certainly wasn't gonna lose my sanity fighting the unchangeable.

Besides, I had missed my father and it was delightful seeing him again.