FALLING FOR THE WRONG FACE

CHAPTER 3

Daves POV:
It was three days since I saw that girl. God! she was the spitting image of that dead witch . I could not figure out how that was even possible and the girl had the nerve to smile back at me. "James stop the care." I ordered my driver. I needed to clear my head but I didn't know how to. I've been drinking since I met her but the liquor was not strong enough to make me forget that horrible face. "Are you ok sir?" James asked with concern written all over his face as he pulled over on the Wouri bridge. "How can I be ok after my encounter with that ghost?" I asked with a loud growl. I pushed open the door and found my way out of the SUV. Jusr staring into the vastness of the water benith the bridge made me dive into my thoughts. The woman I called my mother, who brought me into this world and nursed me had lied to me through out my life. She never gave me the chance to enjoy the love of my father and to add the icing on the cake, she was the reason Sophia left me. She said Sophia was never good enough for me, the love of my life. "Selfish woman!" I silently cused wishing she heard it in hell. I never got the reason behind her actions, so there I was at the age of twenty and nine with nothing but a loneliness and a broken heart. How I hated the fact that I was failed fooled the only woman I respected the most in this world and I practically lost every reason to look forward to the next day. Sophia was my one true love, I could do anything for our relationship. It was true she was an extravagant super model who felt so high of herself but I loved her just the way she was. I still could not believe she dumped me and that kept me wondering what my mother said to her. "I can tell you without doubt that that wasnt a ghost sir," James said in an understanding tone. He was the closest thing I had to a father and the only one bold enough to answer me without fear. He was a very important pary of my life. I planned on sending him on retirement hen we got back to Mauritius but I hoped I didn't hurt his feelings after telling him my plans for him. If he denied my offer then I would have no choice but to understand him and respect his wish. "It was just some harmless young lady who was spitting image of your mother and I advice you do not let your rage blinfold you." I simply nodded. He was right. I knew deep down that I acted poorly towards that young girl but just looking at her brought back all the pain and emotions I had long supressed. What baffeled me was the way she responded to my treatment. She acted all confident and bold like she was not affected by my scrutiny and the disgust plasted on my face. That lady behaved as if she owned the country, as if she had the power to send me back to Mauritius on the next availble flight, meanwhile she was just some peasant dressed in things not good enough to be called clothes. A girl of such status should be very humble and ready to please anyone rich enough to please her, yet why didnt she fear and respect me. That girl was surely not just any girl and there was more about her that couldnt be seen. I came to Cameroon to seal a very important business deal that would change the lives of many people in this country but in the course I met someone I hoped I never get the chance to meet again, atleast that was what my head thought. "James please start the car, I think we are done here."

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