11. Chapter ten: Tony
I woke up and felt Tasha stir in my arms. She looked so beautiful I didn’t want to disturb her. I shifted her slightly and wriggled out from under her. I managed to keep my manhood at bay as her arse rubbed against it as I made a bid for freedom, not to sound dramatic or anything. I still don’t know what possessed me to go and see Tasha that day, all the heartache she caused me.
I walked over to her white and pink make up table. It was made of wood and looked expensive, made sense after seeing all of the decor downstairs, porcelain ornaments scattered here and there like little reminders of their superior wealth. It had little bottles of perfume, lip gloss and other girly cosmetics scattered carelessly over it- all famous brands, furthermore hinting that the Woodlyns’ were well off. There was Tresemme, Rimmel London, John Frieda and many others that I didn’t even recognise. There was also a mirror on the table. I looked in it and ran a hand through my messed up hair. Out of all the bottles and tubes on Tasha’s table she didn’t have one single tub of hair gel. So I had to go round with messy hair for the rest of that day. Not a good way to impress the ladies but it probably served me right. I’d been meaning to get my hair cut for a while and just hadn’t got round to it. My afro was growing slightly out of control and I couldn’t wait to get rid of it. Suddenly I felt Tasha’s arms wrap around me. Instead of savouring the moment I pushed her away from me and ran out of her room, out of her house, and out of her life- well until we met again.