Ifeanyi dropped down on the bed and tried to calm down. He had never manhandled a woman before or verbally abused one, Katrina just seemed to bring out the worst in him. She had broken into his house and invaded his privacy, all for a stupid role in a movie. He should've called the police on her, trespassing on private property especially at night was a crime, he could also charge her for breaking and entering but he wouldn't do any of that. He sighed.
He knew first hand how incompetent the Nigerian police could be. He stared up at the painting on his ceiling, the smiling face of his beloved stared back at him.
Amarachi.
If he closed his eyes, he could still picture how beautiful she had looked the last time he had seen her, picture her vibrant smile, smell her intoxicating scent. She
