PERFECT MATCH

2 - It's Real

Mabel's POV

The Ozor family mansion, Victoria Island.

My head was thudding with a headache. I groaned, tossing from one side of the bed to another. Sleepily, I lazily reached for the blanket, touching all the nook and the cranny of the bed. Once I felt a fluffy material by the extreme edge of the bed to the left, I sighed. Hastily, I threw it over my head.

I had been sleeping since yesterday.
From the moment that I had gotten home to the worst news of my life, I locked myself up in my room and forced myself to sleep, hoping that by the time I woke, it'd just be a bad dream.

My head and my eyes hurt so much, I needed aspirin. So lazily, I reached for the knob of my drawer, pulled it open, grabbed the aspirin, then I removed two tablets and swallowed it. I threw the pack and only God knows where it landed.

Lemme tell you a little something about myself.  My name is Mabel Kamsiyochukwu Ozor, a  graduate of business administration from the University of Manchester, England. I've got a stable job and successful career as model though I started from the scratch with no support from my influential dad.

Just when I fluttered my eyes close to sleep, I was interrupted by the sound of my door creaking open. The door slammed and I groaned, covering my head with a pillow. I didn't want a morning lecture from either my mother or assistant mother.

Whoever it was hissed loudly. Next thing is, she was contending with me for my pillow.

"Mabel." She called out softly but in a high tone. That moment, I knew who it was.

I forgot to add that I have two mothers. The second is, my cousin, whom I have to keep the passenger seat of my car neat for.

"Adaoma, I'm not in the mood." My voice was low, weak and tired. Not that I couldn't shout, if I wanted.

She scoffed, then all of a sudden I didn't feel any hands on my pillow or hear any sound. She must have left, I told myself. But then I didn't hear the door close. Well maybe....

Not until she jerked the pillow off me and droplets of water came crashing on me.

What? I grabbed the nearest weapon in sight which was a hairbrush and jumped to my feet immediately .

"Ada, really?" I screamed, my eyes bulging out of their sockets as I panted heavily, still holding out my brush to her like a gun. 

I noticed the coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she was just fighting it. I'm stunned that she would find humour in this situation.

"Really?" I threw the brush to the bed and folded my arms.

She chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand but I already saw her.

"You think this is funny?" My face twisted into a frown when I looked down at myself only to see that the red tank top I wore was half soaked. I tried to feign anger. I was pissed, not that angry. Mainly because I was not in the mood to play around.

Then she laughed out loud.

I couldn't stay angry at her, not with that beautiful face and smile. So I tried to hide my amusement, then I just gave in to defeat and plopped into the bed, this time sitting with my legs tucked.

I just hissed and chuckled.

She knows just how to get me in the mood.

Then she came and sat on the bed after flinging one of my lingerie to the floor in disgust, her side facing me and her legs on the floor.