Nadia
I freshened up and embraced my girlfriend for what felt like the hundredth time. Then I bid her farewell and slid into my Mercedes, heading towards Beverly Hills, where I had spent most of my life.
The air was heavy with the scent of Arabian spices, a familiar aroma that filled my nostrils as I drove through the gates. When I made my way into the estate, I caught sight of my father's latest f**k toy.
She was young—too young for my father—and her intentions to swindle were transparent. Ever since my mama died ten years ago, Baba has developed an unhealthy preference for girls my age.
What is it with young girls these days? Everyone was chasing after wealth, and no one wanted to remain in poverty. In this one, for instance, her eyes were filled with deceit. Well, what could I do?
