James POV
I was beyond furious right now. The nerve of her to have spoken to me that way. She really wasn't like other girls though. She had this long and wavy hair that I wanted to touch so bad. Her lips were pink and a little swollen, like she had been kissed by someone. She had a very small nose with small openings. How could she breath in those? Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she was wearing a jacket over a crop top which showcased her abdominal muscles. She was quite tall but I still towered over her. It will be embarrassing if I were arguing with a girl who was towering over me. Thank you mom, for giving me you height. That was the only thing I loved about my mom. Her height.
I flipped my gaze back to her face and studied to well. She had light brown irises. That was scarce in these parts of the world. Most Ghanaians had deep brown irises. I loved hers. It showcased how gorgeous she was. She was not at all curvy. She was a model type of girl. He light brown skin actually complimented her eyes. This was the definition of beauty in my vocabulary. Her eyes were showing anger in them and another emotion I couldn't master.
If I were not scheduled to be married to a girl in Axim, I would probably go for her. All I knew was anybody who found their way into my life was going to have to face a lot. I was really sorry for whoever my mom forced me to marry. I love my mom, that was why I was doing this. After the marriage , the girl was going to face my raft. People called me ruthless, but pity was something I didn't like showing. I may feel it inside to have a little amount of pity for people, but never really showed it. Emotion wasn't my thing. They only ruined your life and I didn't want my 28 years on earth to end. I wasn't ready. My mother had already planned everything out. She planned to get me married next month. Which I wasn't ready for? After marriage, I was going to leave the western region to Obuasi. I was now the CEO of my father's million dollar company, gold mines. I had to move there.
All my life, I have been trained to take over my father's business. That wasn't what I wanted to do though. I wanted to dance. To my father, every job apart from business is a female job. I always taught of that as ridiculous. It was though,but I just had no confidence to say it. I have been thought that girls were lower ranks in the society. They can be loved, but not respected. Which I personally agreed to. The moment you show respect to the female population, they think they are higher in ranks than you, the male. I for one didn't women a little bit of respect, but my mother deserved some respect so I give her some. I loved my mother very much and now that she was dying from cancer, my love for her increased. My father always abused her, but I didn't have the guts to speak against him. I always hated him for that, but I loved him for his money. Money was my number one priority. Without money, this world wasn't enjoyable. My father always used to say, "Yolo, so make use of your time." Meaning, enjoy your time on earth.
"Are you a prostitute? Who in her right mind would wear this to public?", I asked not actually expecting an answer. I just was making a scene. I just want to humiliate her. I really accepted girls wearing these clothes, but not mine girl. In the Ghanian society, clothes were part of your dignity so no one ever dared to wear clothes that showed some skin. Even if its not a lot of skin, the moment you showed some skin in your clothes, your dignity was ruined. That is what I was trying to do to her, ruin her precious dignity. I know we were in the 21st century and all, but to Ghanaians, we were still living in the 19th.
"Me", the question I asked was rhetorical ,but she answered anyway. The look on her face was clearly showing anger. She could destroy the whole world with that look. I stared at her with disgust."You people are really gossips. Don't you have things to do? I mean, why would you listen to a jerk like him", she said pointing a finger at me. I cared less. She was going to hear from me soon. She really has the nerve. For a girl to speak to a big man like me with that voice, she has the nerve. I give her five points for that." Go to your destinations. He will be handled", Did I just hear her right. I would be handled. She was really crossing the lines. The blurry lines that existed between I and her. She was totally middle class. Nothing about her spoke elegant. Look at her. If she dared insult me once more I was going to ruin her. The crowd gathered, started dispersing. She stopped though and said something about her having parents. I was too furious to listen to her nonsense. Anger was blurring me ears. After that being said she turned to me and said,
"And you, if I had met you in different circumstances, I would have thought of you as a gentleman, but all you're is an arrogant piece of trash and an asshole. You wanted to humiliate me but the tables have turned", she said pointing her small middle finger at me. I think it was a habit. Always pointing middle fingers when speaking. I hated that habit. I can't wait to get her back for all the insults how dare she insult me of all people. A millionaire who is yet to be the CEO of the biggest gold mining companies in Ghana. How dare she cross the lines with me?"So listen to me carefully" she continued,"If you ever and I repeat ever, ever do something like that, I am not going to be soft with you", with that being said, she picked her suitcase and duffel bag and walked toward the transport station. I new I was going to meet her again and soon. Her face seemed familiar but I don't know where I saw her. I think I saw her back in Axim. No, its just my imagination. I was just feeling there would be a second encounter. My body was not lying. I new there was going to be a second encounter.
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