Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 18

AMANDA "ASIA" ALEXANDER

With my eyes closed, I stretched my hand across with hopes to find an erected morning cock. A deep sigh escaped my lips when I came to the realization that the side of the bed was empty. I expected him to atleast stay until the morning. That was the least he could have done. I peeled myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. For some strange reason I kept looking around with some hope that he left a note. You know like in those romantic movies. But he was the complete opposite of romantic. Why do I always seem to find myself attracted to the bad guys? Is it the toxicity that drives me to the edge or the thrill of being compliant to their blatant demands? They say you should use your past experiences as a lesson to avoid the recurring cycle of making the same mistakes. But it seems as though I'm just a hamster running around on a wheel. I keep on finding myself making the same choices when it came to men. No matter how many times I end up with the shitty end of the stick I go back. The way how fucked up my mentality is I have minimal hope for change. I frustratedly raked my fingers through my hair, letting out furious groans as I massaged my scalp. The fucking ringing of my cell phone infuriated me more. I strode over to the counter and swiped my finger on the phone to accept the video call.

"Hi Mommy!" I said ecstatically. I must admit I haven't spoken to her since I returned. As much as we have a solid relationship, we just don't talk on a regular.

I'm the spitting image of my mother. Whenever we are together people would mistake us for sisters. This lady is only 47 and is aging with such grace. It used to be so funny when she would pick me up from secondary school on evenings. You would think attending an all girl school compared to a mixed school environment would have a different reaction. These young girls would swoon over my mother. I used to be bombarded with questions even before the school bell rang out. They wanted to know the exact time she was coming so they could bomb rush her car. She didn't mind though! My mother loved the attention. She would often say how they made her evenings better.

"Amanda, why Joann calling my phone foreday morning to come tell me foolishness?" she said comically.

"Huh? What she call to tell you now?" I asked.

"Joann is coming to call my phone to tell me, I must tell you to stop bring man in she place. So I say Joann why you ain't go and tell Manda what you have to tell her. Then she start up" my mother said.

At that moment I took a seat on the bar stool. A million thoughts ran through my mind as to who could have gone back to carry news to my aunt.

My mother further went on to say, " She said how Mavis who live upstairs in the apartment sent her a video on whatsapp. Apparently Mavis and her is like Bud and Lu all of a sudden. Mavis telling her how she was pulling in the yard around 4 o'clock in the morning. Anyways Mavis said she saw a tall black rasta man coming from Joann downstairs and is not the first time she saw him at the apartment. Mavis manage to record piece when he walked pass her vehicle and went inside a black Mazda. You couldn't make out who was driving the car because of how dark the tint was. But Manda, who this sexy rasta man be? I never knew you was interested in natty head man. Is pure bald head you custom pick up. From the little clip I saw he looked damn good. You suppose to be grabbing a fistful of them locs when he devouring that fat flesh you have there! Or he one them stupid rasta man that does bun fire pon eating the pussy? You know I ran into a rasta man one time, he used to be the loudest in his friend group about pussy nah fi suck! Pussy full of impurities and a whole bunch of shit. Until one night he fling me on the bed and the man rip off my panty. Me say the man tongue dance pon me pussy anuh! That was one of the best I ever had in my life! Up to this day I still call him when I ready.