I’d been stuck to the spot as I stared at her with fascinated eyes. I’d never been so carried away by such a sufficient beauty. In my mesmerized state I extended hand. She was smiling and it was just too dazzling for me to hold myself. My heart was pounding so fast and all my emotions and hormones were released as so many biological and chemical reactions began to take place within me.
I opened my mouth to welcome her but something else came forth. “You’re beautiful;’ I muttered in an obviously enthralled voice.
“Thank you”, she said. “And you are very handsome.
” I’d never heard a voice so sweet of my 32 years in life. This one sounded too ethereal. “I told you she’s very beautiful,” Charles reminded me proudly.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Yeah, you did but she is more than very beautiful. She looks like an angel to me; in fact more than an angel. This is English romance novel;’ I said.
“Oh”, she said. “I feel so flattered that I’m the one being so exaggeratedly described”. The fast pounding of my heart would not permit me to say a word but to stare at her. I led them to the car and we hit the road. I was behind the wheel and
kept stealing glances at this beautiful angel who was sitting in the back seat from the car mirror. My mind was in a riot. Her skin
was velvet smooth, soft and flawless. No, this woman must be mine. I had to take her, I 1ettled it in my mind.
The entire family was happy to see Charles after four years. He had changed a great deal. He was now a man with a very mature carriage and disposition. The family was very pleased to meet Anita. Everyone talked about her exquisite beauty
and how lovely she looked. “She is far more beautiful than Tosin”, I overheard one of my younger sisters telling ‘another; Tosin was my immediate ex- girlfriend. I’d hoped to marry her because she was beautiful, but then, I discovered dismally that she was sleeping around so I gave her the boots. I did it ruthlessly. I got a lot of pleadings from friends on her behalf but I’d have been a majestic fool if I’d accepted. After Tosin, I’d said that the question of women with me should rest for the time being. But seeing Anita, everything had changed.
“How long do you hope to be in Nigeria?” I asked Charles the following morning while we were on the breakfast table.
“I’ve come to stay for long, the whole quarter. I hope to return in the first week of January. By then, I’d have gone to see Anita’s parents. We plan to be wedded on the last Saturday of the year and that is December 27, two days after Christmas;’ my brother replied.
“Your parents are in Nigeria?” mum asked Anita gleefully. That beguiling smile came to her face again and I was dazzled.
“Yes ma. They are in Agbor, Delta State. They used to be in Lagos before my Dad retired from the civil service and moved home,” she replied. My attention was captured by her and as she talked, I took details of her lips, those luscious lips that was
so tempting and alluring and seemed so inviting as if beckoning for an attack.
Time went on and my desire for my brother’s fiancee increased. I so much wanted her, so much to the extent that no other lady mattered to me. Anita was the bone of my wish and my desire to have her was increasing by the day.
I have stumbled upon them cuddling and necking like two teenagers madly in love for the first time. And each time I saw them, my heart would be stung and I’d feel wounded, it was then I knew I’d become jealous of Charles. And with time, animosity for my beloved brother crept into my heart secretly, I began to despise Charles and wish him ill.
As for Anita, my eyes kept keen watch on her, admiring her, the more, battling with myself for a way to garner enough courage to face her and tell her that I loved her and that she should be
mine instead. I knew I was finer than Charles, I was the lovely guy who was every girl’s fantasy, prince – come-true, every mother’s dream son. I still had the looks that couldn’t keep girls laying it on me. They always desired me. No girl had been able to turn me down and in all my life, I hadn’t asked so many girls out. In fact, I hadn’t asked more than three and none of them had said no to me. But I had dated as many as 15 girls. Most of them did the toasting. I was the irresistible prince charming who got girls to wet their pants at the snap of my finger tips; so, I didn’t want to expect that Anita would turn me down.
“Frank is a beautiful specimen of a man. He is so handsome.” I’d heard Anita tell Charles one day while they were in the bedroom. Of course, I had an effect on her. So I’d have her to cheat on Charles with me.
“You will accompany me to Anita’s family. I hope you’ll oblige”, Charles told me one day.
“No problem. Anything, I’ll do for you,” I said even though I didn’t mean it. If there was anything I could do to prevent Charles from marrying Anita, I’d do it.
My schemes continued to brew in my mind. How would I get her? What if I told her I loved her and wanted her to marry me instead? Anita was a responsible girl from all indications and it was quite obvious that she loved my brother dearly. Definitely she would be horrified if I dared tell her and she would tell Charles. I can’t imagine the mess that would follow. But then, I had to get her.…