The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

Bonus Chapter 1

~In which he sees an angel~

I was annoyed that Malique had called me to tell me my father wanted to see me. This man and I never got along. We always butt heads and I tried my best to steer clear of him. The fact that it was an early Saturday morning meant he wouldn't be in Belmont, probably with his mom in Barataria. I drove to the house I spent some time in as a teenager and pulled up outside the two storey home. I opened the gate and glanced at the barking dog in the cage and walked up the flight of steps to the upstairs house.

The gate was open, so I pushed my way into the house and walked into the house and to the living room. The bright green walls jumped out at me and I squinted.

"Clint?" I called out and I heard a grumble before my father walked out of one of the back rooms and glared at me. He was a bit taller than me with extremely square shoulder and a protruding gut. It wasn't big, but it was a tiny bit noticeable.

"Didn't expect you to come." Was his grumble as he went back into the room and then came back with a bunch of manila folders in his hand. He handed them to me.

"What I supposed to do with this?" I asked and scrunched up my face at him. He gestured to the three-seater couch pressed against the wall and I took a seat.

"Your mother called me. Telling me about how you think you want to get married." My jaw clenched.

"So what does this have to do with it." I flapped the folders in my hands.

"Those are some girls who parents owe me something or the other." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm not interested." 

"It's an arranged marriage."

"They have rights."

"This is the drug world."

"I'm not interested." I said again and he glared at me.

"Most of these girls have no affiliation to the drugs really." He muttered and sat back, placing his hands behind his head. I sighed and before I could continue he started talking again. "Terrence, your mother asked me for help, this is my help." I inhaled sharply and opened the first folder.

Ahmia Ward

29 Years old (31-07-1988)

Prison Guard in Golden Grove.

St. Helena.

Coupled with her basic information were a bit of pictures and a character profile. I closed the file and opened the second.

Cassie St. Claire.

22 years old (08-08-1995)

Unemployed

Arrested once. On parole.

Mayaro

A son.

I scoffed at Cassie's file. This was crazy. I looked at the picture and quickly closed the file when I saw the hole piercing on her chin. I opened the third.

Daavika Singh

25 years old (24-02-1992)

Unemployed

Point Lisas

I glanced at her picture. She was pretty, with black hair that was cut in a bob cut and dark brown skin. She had a nose piercing and an eyebrow piercing. It was just a headshot but she was easy on the eyes. I closed her file and put it on my left. I opened the forth.

Denise Jones

19 years old (03-01-1998)

Clerk at Payless

Chaguanus

Pregnant

I closed her file and put the stack down. This was ridiculous, I was looking at these women as though they were a prize to be won or to be purchased.

"This is ridiculous. These girls are not toys or prizes to be won." I bit out.

"Yes but-" I cut him off when I flung the files unto the floor. 

"I don't want any part of this." I said as I gestured my hand towards the files on the ground. My eyes scanned the files and they landed on a picture of a girl. She was chocolate brown with wide brown eyes hair  that passed her shoulders that was almost light brown. She was smiling at the camera and her eyes looked anything but happy. A row of white teeth were between her full pink lips but her eyes. Her eyes reached out for me and I didn't realise I was staring until my father shoved me.

"Terrence." He hissed and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I bent down and went to the file closest to her picture. I picked it up and opened it and read the contents.

Gwyndolyn Samuels

23 years old (17-06-1994)

3rd Year UWI student

St. Augustine

My finger traced her name. Gwyndolyn. I stared at her picture longer then I tore my eyes away and looked up at my father. 

"Who is she?" My voice came out strained. He stared at the picture in my hand before his brows creased together in confusion.

"I don't know. Pass me her file." I did as he asked, passing him the file but keeping the picture in my hand. "Samuels." He hummed to himself. "I don't know a Sam-" He cut himself off and pulled out a next picture from the file. "Well doh shit me up. This hadda be Kevin child." He mumbled and reached across to the coffee table for his phone. He quickly dialed a number then pressed the phone to his ear.

He stood and walked towards the window on the opposite side of the room. He spoke for a bit, me not really hearing the words leaving his mouth but he smiled and turned back to me. When the call ended he made his way towards me.

"Samuels agreed to meet with you tomorrow. He said he would consider it." My father was saying but it wasn't registering in my head. This girl, this beautiful, angel of a woman was going to spend the rest of her life with me. I was undeserving.

                                                                                   ~*~

I was sitting in the kitchen of Samuels house with him and his ex-wife waiting to meet my bride to be. The front door opened and my heart lurched in my chest when she walked in. 

"Good evening." Her voice was soft and sounded unsure as her eyes landed on me. I stared at her. She was simply stunning in person. Her hair in a ponytail and her body covered in a long grey skirt that accentuated his already large hips and a light grey camisole with it. She had a shoulder bag on her left shoulder and no smile on her face.

"Lyn." Her father greeted. Was that what her abbreviation was, Lyn? "This is Terrance and he'd be staying with us for a little." She stared at me and I gave her a gentle smile. Her face remained passive as she looked back to her father.

"What do you want for dinner?" She asked with a casual tone.

"Sheppard's pie." Her father said and she nodded and turned go down the hall.

"Is that her?" I couldn't contain my excitement.

"Yes that's her." He was staring at me.

"So you're just going to give me your daughter." It was a statement of confirmation.

"If it pays off my debt, then yes." He said looking at me solemn.

"What debt? You aren't in-" He grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"Take care of my little girl. She's all I have left and she's not as strong as she looks." His eyes were sincere.

"Of course, I will protect her." 

"She doesn't need this environment." Was the last thing he said before he stood from the chair and walked towards the front door.