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Julian's POV
I stir around in my office chair and look through the documents on my table. I don't have the strength to do anything, at least not today. What I needed now was some drinks or maybe a lady over.
I thought about inviting my secretary over because she seemed to like me. She was always passing glances at me whenever she came to my office. She was beautiful anyways but not as attractive as my girlfriend, Rita.
Rita and I had been together for a while now, and I loved her, or should I say liked her. She was cool-headed and easy-going, unlike other girls that I had met. She had a way of calming me down whenever I was with her.
Rita is excellent. She has long brown hair with blue eyes that sparkled whenever I looked into them. I knew she was in love with me. I mean, who wouldn't be? I am handsome and rich. I also know how to take good care of my ladies, so why won't she be in love with me.
I met Rita at a nightclub one day when I went out with my friends for a boy's hangout. Immediately I saw her there, I felt drawn to her instantly, and I used what I had to get her, and since then, we have been dating.
I won't lie, I'm in love with her, but I can't just stick to one woman forever. It would be boring, so I had to have other women outside that I have just a one-night stand with and nothing more.
My mum seemed not to like Rita, and I don't know why. Whenever she came around, my mum would always look at her with so much disgust in her eyes. Maybe it was because of the numerous tattoos she had on her body.
Talk of my mum, she had been calling me since, and I refused to pick up her calls. I was not ready, and I was not in the mood for any talk. Whenever she calls me, she is either forcing me to come home or giving me a thousand reasons why I should leave my current girlfriend.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my mum dearly, and I would do anything for her. She was all I got and the only family I had now since my father left us. My mum was a complete shadow of herself after my dad left for a black woman.
She couldn't eat or do anything. I hated seeing her in such a state. It took different people and friends to talk her out of the state she put herself in.
This was why I hated black people, especially the women, so much. I don't discriminate, and I would never do that; in fact, my first girlfriend was black, and to be honest, it was a lovely relationship. We parted ways when her parents took her to another high school far away from this country.
So you see that I did not hate them initially, but this singular act from the woman that took my father away from us made me see them in another way, and from then, I swore never to have anything to do with the blacks.
I hated my father so much for leaving us, but now I don't think I did anymore. It would have been nice to have a father around, but he was late. He died out of heartbreak after the black woman who he left us for ran away with all that he had. I was thrilled he got a taste of what he served us, but I wish he didn't die.
I looked at my phone again, and the seven missed calls notification from my mum kept staring at me. I wanted to call her back, but instead, I dialed Rita's number. I had not heard from her today, and I was beginning to miss her.
After ringing for a while, it directed me to her voicemail, so I just hung up. Then I remembered the girl I had picked up yesterday on the road while coming back from work. She was pretty, and I didn't even get her name, but I could get her number. Since I didn't know her name, I just saved her number with "New catch."
I wanted to see her again and maybe have some fun with her, so I dialed her number, and after a while, she picked up. She had a very lovely little voice. Her voice sent shivers to my spine, but I wanted nothing with her except s*x, and I hoped that she didn't enjoy anything more from me because I couldn't give her that.
"Hello. Please, who is this?" Her voice sounded from the other side of the line.
"Hi, uhm, I'm Jamal. The guy that dropped you off yesterday at your house," I told her.
"Ohh, hi. I've been waiting for your call. How are you doing?" She asked me.
"I'm doing pretty well. Are you free tonight? Maybe we could hang out at any place of your choice," I tell her?
"Yes, I'm free, and I'll text you the place that we can meet," she said.
"Okay, then I will be waiting for your text," I say happily as I hang up. My night was set. It was good to know that I would be having a bit of a phone later on.
After so much thought, I finally decided to call my mum back. I dialed her number, and it rang without her picking up. I decided to dial again, and she still didn't pick up, so I left her. Maybe she didn't want to talk again, or she was busy.
I get tired of sitting in my office, so I decide to walk around my company to see how things are going. Just as I'm about to open the door, my mum steps in, looking so hot, like a lady in her teens.
"Hi, mum," I greet her, and she gives me a kind of look I don't understand.
"I have been calling you and you were not taking my calls" she tells me.
I begin to look for excuses to tell her. I tell her I was busy sorting out some documents and I didn't have time to look at the phone when it rang and when I was done with what I had doing, that was when I picked up my phone and saw that she was the one calling and I immediately try to call her back but she didn't pick.
After my explanation, she just looks at me with her hands on her chin and her facial expression like she didn't believe me. I wonder if she could tell when I was lieing.
I ask her how her day went and she tells me of this very hectic meeting she attended and regretted attending. We were still talking when my phone began to ring.
Unluckily for me, the phone was close to my mum, and she could see that it was Rita calling me. She immediately rolled her eyes at me as I pick up the phone to answer Rita's call.
I tell Rita that I was very busy at the moment and that I will call her back. I had to tell her that because I know my mum would not have me talking to her while she was in my office and I was also trying to avoid any problems. I was not in the mood for her talks today.
Immediately I drop the phone my mum just asks me why I'm still I'm with her. I was expecting her to say something anyways. She had always been like that. She never overlooked anything and she didn't like her.
I tell my mum that Rita is a lovely girl and that I love her. If only she could try to get close to her enough, I'm sure she will like her too. She is cool-headed and has a decent job she does, and most importantly, I'm in love with her. You don't just judge her because she has one or two tattoos on her body.
She still does not buy what I'm saying and replies that she doesn't just like the girl and that she was not good for me.
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