Chapter 1
'I knew I shouldn't have dyed my hair blue!' Ada sighed as she stared at the mirror.
Her best friend, Jemima just stared at her.
'You're kidding, right? You find out that the guy you've been with for five years was cheating on you and you're talking about your blue hair?'
Ada shrugged as she kept on scrutinising her appearance. Her reflection stared back at her. Her short bright blue 'fro looked, well, shiny in contrast to her dark skin. Her large, dark brown eyes stared back at her and her full lips were squeezed in a confused pout.
'Are you even listening to me, Ada?' Jemima asked exasperatedly.
Ada stared at herself once more before turning round to roll her eyes at her friend.
'What on earth do you want me to do? He cheated on me. Not the first time apparently. He's been doing it for yonks according to the girl who was wrapped around his cook like glue. I've had a whole week to myself to deal with it and now, I'm telling you, telling you first mind you just because you're my best friend. Right now all I want you to do is humour me even if you don't understand why I'm taking it this way. I don't need you to ponder on my 'madness'...just tell me if this hair is truly crazy or if I should dye it back to black.'
Jemima stared at her as if she were lost for words. Then she gulped and replied, 'Err...yeah, I guess it's okay. I mean, it should look weird, but it kinna suits you.'
Ada beamed at her. 'Thank you. That's all I needed to know. Now, I told Linda at work that I was up for a night out so I'm gonna need some time to get ready. You don't mind me leaving now, do you?'
Jemima just shook her head speechless.
Ada smiled at her again and leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek. 'Thanks hun. I'll see you later. Mwah.'
With that, Ada grabbed her oversize tote and practically skipped out of Jemima's tastefully furnished flat.
It had been a week since Ada had used her fiancée, well ex-fiancée's key to open his flat and seen a mixed-race girl sucking his cock for all that it was worth. She had stared on, absently thinking to herself that the girl's mouth was like a Hoover.
He had looked up suddenly, as if some sixth sense had informed him of her appearance and pushed the girl off of him as if she were a scorpion.
'Oh shit, Ada. I'm so sorry, I had absolutely no idea that...I mean, I can explain...'
Ada had burst out laughing at that, 'I had an internal bet with myself that you were going to say those three wondrous words 'I can explain', don't worry hun. I release thee.' She chuckled to herself again at that as she walked into the room and calmly started putting her stuff scattered randomly about in her tote.
He, Olisa, had run around after her, his flaccid cock flopping about as he beseeched with her to not be hasty. His personal Hoover just sat there, staring like she was in shock before asking plaintively, 'I thought you guys were over?'
Ada had ignored the both of them as she walked into the ensuite bathroom and dropped her toiletries in her bag.
He had stepped in front of her and she had automatically lashed out with a fist, punching his dick as hard as she could. He doubled over with a large howl and she giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.
'Oops, reflex hun, apologies. I did tell you not to worry.'
She stepped around him and made for the stairs. As she reached the door, she heard his hurried footsteps as he hobbled downstairs after her.
'Please, Ada Mordi. We were engaged for a year. Don't throw this away just because of my stupidity. We've been together for five years. Doesn't it mean anything to you?'
Ada had turned round at that, her eyes going slightly cold. 'That's something you should have thought of before sticking your cock in someone else's mouth. Funny, as that girl upstairs is someone I've seen you with before so this is clearly not the first time you messed around behind my back. This is over, Olisa. And you best be deleting my number from your phone because I don't want to hear anymore of your whining. You laid your fucking bed, now go asphyxiate yourself in it.'
She had smiled sweetly at that before getting out of the house, shutting the door quietly.
Now as she went over everything again, for the umpteenth time, she wondered why she had not yelled and screamed at him. She had always wondered what she would do if she found him cheating on her. Scream? Spit bloody murder? Pulverise him with her special baseball bat?
None of that.
Instead, she had felt a sudden calm steal its way over her bones. Of course when she had gotten home and been confronted with their framed photo by her bedside table, she had broken down and wept.
Olisa had been her college sweetheart. She had met him when she transferred from an all-girls boarding school in London to another one in Reading. He had been in his second year in University there and she had been enthralled by him as he was the first guy to ever kiss her. The first guy to ever make love to her. She had only ever had anything to do with him. All through college from the age of seventeen till date, well the previous week, now that she was twenty three.