Tragedy of the African Cinderella [Black Book3]✔

5.

Eleven thirty in the morning and Ace was still asleep, not even the loud honks, blasting street music from Papa promo's to and fro movement, and the chit-chats from random street passers-by could do a thing to wake him up. But one thing did.

His phone had begun chiming incessantly and disrespectfully at the corner of his head. He tried for the first two minutes to ignore it to no avail. It kept ringing non-stop. Ace knew there was just one person on the whole planet earth to bug him that way and he was going to give her a piece of him for intruding his beauty sleep.

"What in the heckarooni is yo' problem El?"

"You, dumbass,"

Eloise, his baby sister is definitely the kind of person you won't want to buy even if she cost a buck. She was a pain in the neck--in his neck, reason why he never regretted doing certain things to her during their childhood like cutting off her hair in her sleep and adding some chili in her cereals when she wasn't looking.

"I'm sleeping. Please let me be your problem later ok?"

"Don't hang up on me. I need to tell you something first,"

"What? You finally got me a replacement sexier than I am?" he mocked.

Of course, she had finally admitted, though not in the proper way, that he is good looking despite the insults she threw at him every day.
Well, apparently since he left for Cameroon, his crazy baby sister hadn't been able to get a model for her fashion show as perfect as him in all aspects.

"Yeah, sure. Well, that's if you consider a scarecrow sexy," she giggled.

"Goodbye," he tempted.

"Waittttttt!"

"What?"

She exhaled, "The reason I called is because yes, I finally found a model to replace you during all my shows but...I'm kind of...you know...falling and something--"

"Falling off the tree or hill which of them?" he provoked.

At this point in time, his eyes were sleep free since it was very unusual for his sister to talk to him about matters of the heart.

"You hopeless romantic," he imagined her rolling her eyes. "In love of course. But something about him is unusual."

Ace stretched his body and ambled to the little hotel veranda. He leaned on the railing with a free elbow resting on it. "Why you say that? Is he cripple?"

"Ace, be serious for once in your miserable life. I bump into him almost everywhere, the first time was backstage, then at a friend's party where he happened to be the friend's very good friend and finally, at the shopping mall I mean...how much of a coincidence could that be all of a sudden?"

He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Perhaps he's a spirit,"

"You never take anything seriously, goodbye," she acted.

He knew she wasn't going to drop the call so he remained silent for a while, watching the busyness of the street below.

"Listen El, first of all, you know dad's going to be shit ass crazy to see you falling worst still, to a ghost; total unknown. Oh, hold on. Have you both made acquaintances already?"

"Eh...yeah?"

"Since when?"

"Day one, which was about two weeks ago,"

"Jesus Christ!" Ace rubbed his eyes. "Two weeks only and you're...falling?"

"Don't blame me ok? He's so much of a gentleman and has his ways with me which I can't understand either,"