Bitter Sensation

Chapter Four

The doorbell rang again!

Frustrated and somnolent, Angela rose from her bed, pulling her sleeping pad from her eyes, letting it hang over her hair. She checked her time, cursing between breaths.

It was clearly 6:30 am and someone was at her door! For some reason, It better be the owner of the house, else she'd let all hell loose.

She paused for a brief moment, rethinking owner of the house, knowing she didn't want to come face to face with Texas yet. She hoped, it wasn't him either.

She had a trip to go on that day. Her mother's place at Ibadan, after all that had happened to her in such a short time, she thought she needed some break. It wouldn't be exactly easy staying at her mother's, even for a week, she of all people knew, how to get on her nerves. However, she needed family now more than anything.

She walked down her stairs wondering who it possibly could be. She tried guessing.

Her brother Harry? Her mother? Her entire family?

They happened to have done that before while her father was alive. Well, her mother certainly wasn't her father, she was rather too preoccupied for such prank. Considering harry was still in school, it was a NO for him too.

Her neighbors crossed her mind, then Carrie and lyric. Nah! They would call first.

She was so close to the door, when the bell rang again.

Or maybe Osas, a cold chill ran through her spine. In as much as she was pissed at him, she so badly wanted to see him ... kiss his lips. She missed him so badly, that torture couldn't begin to explain it in words. God, his lips ....

Still lost in erotic thoughts of Osas, she pulled the door open.

"Oh!" she gasped at the sight of Texas.

He grinned awkwardly.

"I couldn't find the key under the flower pot..... It's quite confusing now, did you move the flowers pots? It looks at bit different now." He took his eye off the flowers and to her.

"I like it better now."

With her heart beating against her chest, she feared it was so bad he could hear it.

"Ibrahim cleared it. He's really hardworking."

"Who's Ibrahim?" he made his snobby face.

"Musa's brother."

"Oh yeah right, Musa is on leave." He grinned, gaping through her and enjoying her discomfort.

"Please ma'am, can I come in?" So much sarcasm.

"Yeah sure.... Why not, it's your house." she moved away, as he walked in.

"My house!" He chuckled, glancing around with disinterest.

"When are you gonna stop being a child?" His low voice was laced with so much irritation. And this was the Texas, she knew. The angry beast. She watched him walk past her into the kitchen.

She fluttered her eyes at this nightmare, she couldn't deal with him coming back acting like they are good and being the haughty ass, he was. Waking her up at 6 am and being so TEXAS.

Oh God, she was losing her mind.

Chill silly girl!

Her inner voice warned, he probably wasn't here to makeup, he probably wanted his ring back. His ring wouldn't be such a big deal, giving it was in her room, she would gladly give it back.

Or maybe, he wanted his house back?

Fear gripped her, almost like she could imagine him kicking her out, already. She slumped, cold on the cushion, both hands lifting her chin. She drowned herself in worries. She couldn't afford a room self-contain, if she wanted to so badly.