Ayita. After looking for a while, I picked up a black pants and a black matching button up shirt. After placing the clothes on the bed, my phone buzzed and the caller ID made me

cably in those clothes and her white tinted hair added a lot of complement to her. She wasn't wearing any makeup but she looked as stunning as the first day I saw her... African women were surely beautiful. "What should I offer you?" I asked her, I was trying to distract myself from eating her whole with my eyes. I hastily recited Galatians 5 verse 16 to myself but it was not much of a help. I was still ogling at her. "You look good by the way" her voice floated across to me. "Thank you" I was fiddling with my pen and it was like she noticed it. "Hope everything is fine?" "Yes, so let's start" "Sure" I was hoping to get everything over with and get away from her. Shs was making me think and picture her in an inappropriate manner. "Oh yes" Then Ayita leaned forward and I could still see her cleavage from the opened button at the top of her shirt. How would it feel if I was able to grab those breasts I'm my hand and make her scream my name.. Fuck!!!! What the hell was wrong with me? This was insane and I was willingly going astray. I clasped my head over my rosary and said a silent prayer. "You don't look fine, zayn" Maybe the poor woman was not even aware of what she was doing to me. "I am fine, please continue" The happy look on her face disappeared and I could see pure sadness in those hazel eyes and my heart clenched. What kind of trauma was she experiencing that she needed therapy this badly? "I met Ethan when I was still in college and we became friends after that" Ayita began to narrate her story and I tried to listen with rapt attention even if I was occasionally distracted by her being. "Ethan and I started dating and when he found out I was pregnant, he wanted me to get rid of the baby first but I was not able to take the life of an innocent child. Things got out of hand and my parents found out about it.my dad was so upset and I was forced to marry Ethan which I did. He maltreated me to the point where I almost lost my life and his baby. Everything became unbearable for me so that morning I laced his drink with sedatives and he ran into a moving truck which claimed his life. Since then, I have been haunted by the nightmares of his demise, if I didn't do that then maybe he would have been alive by now" I wanted to so badly tell her that she did the right thing by killing him, how could a sane man torture a woman like her? Shs was an epitome of beau