Chapter 4 The truth behind those flash backs

Traffic was her best view, giving her access to ponder about her mood and scan everyone across the room as she rated their clothing, perfumes and postures. Most of the ladies we're wearing labels from The Italian spender, Stilettos and the Gucci stores. She zoom's her glance to study the details of the Spanish young lady's outstanding dress among the room. A tight number that exposes her finest curves, not much on hips but had J'Los ass. She scoffs pausing from her next sip. Mocking herself that she's busy gawking at her ass.

The packs on her behind quietly bouncing up and low with her every step whenever she dragged that white silky tail at the back in her short dress. She almost rolled her eyes, when thinking about her sister who is clearly obsessed to hook up with rich people in every Fashion, House Collaboration she works on. Making fake friends with fake clothes. She realises the dress on that aquantince spanish is not even original.

Judging the book by it's cover is what she likes and does best. She really never believes anyone could have been anything more or less revealing aside to what they appear to be. She was an excellent observer so whenever her eye took a turn, passing your way she had already judged you and got full information. She'll be so done by then and never look at you twice.

Paying attention to even your footing, she hated how the ladies; wearing three inch heels scratched her hubby's floor. The penthouse of her fiance, Dr. Bulwerd. Worked very hard to renovate his penthouse to make it look more established. We talking about a tall three wide windshields, giving a guest an aura of a Condo similar view and an atmosphere. The moment you step inside the building after the lift from an elevator, delivers you to the fifth floor.

You briefly launch your steps to the small haul way and pinpoint your ordinary keys to open this gigantic brown metal door. She always giggles alone whenever she looked at the door. "Oh my, oh my. Look at how much you like brown Kenya" She'd say. She's the one that convinced Jake to install it and be brown.

Just as she was so bored and have given up to Becca's introduction. Since her boyfriend seemed to be so late. Her one glance rechecks the champagne and quickly reconsider's for a refill. Lowering back the glass, subtly checking if anyone will notice across the room. The room is on dark booth, a small disco light at the far corner inside the 5.5 square mitre lounge. Reflecting colourful silver spots rotating on the floor. She's so sure nobody will notice plus the wide range table is not exactly In the middle of the room. Just a little backed away in the corner. She'll just stand up and quickly pour.

"The bustard" She murmured softly, thinking about the late new boyfriend. Standing up to walk Godly with her mesmerizing walk. While still very sober to be reliable. She definitely liked to stay that way to be aware of her surroundings. 'If they purchase fake Gucci labels it means they're likely to be thieves, guide your kettle Kay' Kenya silently thinks. Keeping her eyes wide awake. She again shake's her head thinking about this mystery guy.

Mind you, it was only twelve minutes late. Silver was always the time keeper but because his going through alot, owning a huge company It hasn't been easy, made him slipped lately. She pours, double checking the neighbours. Women invited over to bring their partners and that means men and women we're also part of the celebration party.

Just when Kenya was busy lost and bored with her champagne, sat loosely. Thinking she can tell, she'd have to nurse Becca's broken feelings tonight to be stood out. They've done this before, and oh it's worse even at the alter, they've hurt her sister before. She quickly throat's the first gulp, she had decently poured in a glass in just a small amount of bubbles just to keep the eyes away.

Surprisingly her eyes pauses long enough, gawking at the slide of the door that was so powerfully pushed forth directed inside the room. Just to glimpse at those few seconds and see at who's revealing behind it and her skin immediately flushes like an adrenaline, making her body so swiftly warm. Her wide set upturned eyes, blinked profusely several times like the ginger of the champagne flavour has choked her. Yes indeed, the champagne did choked her when swallowing.

Thinking about the unexpected discovery. The revelation was far from what she had expected. Slowly the long legged crystal glass was slowly placed down empty, behind her right foot. In her mind she's thinking of welcoming another guest like she had done to various others but instead she seats awfully still, like her behind was badly whipped. Cannot understand her second step. She doesn't even understand the response of her body language and the absence of bone movement.

As she witnessed the guy that goes by the name, Ancher Silver makes the grand entrance in front of everybody else and the bitter aftertaste of champagne in her saliva swallows awfully down like it's a gram of vinegar.

Wearing just a common black, thigh ripped skinny jeans that's she liked putting on. Aligning with her finest black high heel boots that were detailed with the straps of belts above halfway on the base. Which sweetly revealed her brown skin ankles showing between in her folded jeans. The V–chested silky red shirt was an eye drawing Finale. Tight on her waist but a ballet design downward to the rest of it.

A sharp crinkle shattered out loud in a dark room and immediately her fixatation snapped out from this two fit tall, Portugal skin–like guy, who's definitely not a white she's hundred percent sure. Walking in with a glistening sideburns. So bold yet neatly trimmed across his square jaws. In that instant his eyes surprisingly drew exactly to her seat direction the moment his eyes surveyed, following the sound of the glass.

Their gazes clash, his sees Kenya right in the middle of the penthouse, drawn so close, cornered near the tall windshield. The disco lights reaching entirely in her way along with the city lights, shadowing silver down there. Altogether sparkling so heavenly at the tall remarkable glass, enhancing the glow from her eyes. Drawing any walking man to this brown skin, loner mysterious lady.

Without any further seconds just when he was still so shocked looking at that....

"Babe! you're here!! Guys his here, my Babe is here!"

Becca's voice noised off pitch, almost bursting off the roof. Everybody everted their heads, gawking at the new guest dawning at the door and Kenya's attention is stolen again away from the glass. She's been trying to pick for ages by Becca's announcement.