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 were 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.
Many times, I’ have stumbled upon them cuddling and necking like two teenagers madly in love for the first time. 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 breath-takingly 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 folk; 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.
Two weeks ago we went to Agbor for the third time since they returned. Anita is from family of angels, the enture family was beautiful yet she was the one with the exotic beauty that held my heart prisoner. Her sisters were no less beautiful but my heart would not forsake Anita. I had to get her for myself.
Then the devil’s moment came and I took the decision to be ruthless. This was a difficult situation and I had to employ a very ruthless measure to attain my dream. And that ruthless measure is to pluck Charles out of my way. “Yes, I will kill my brother and have him out of my way.
Once I put my brother out of the way Anita will no doubt be heartbroken, I won’t let her go. I will tell her she is already a part of family regardless that Charles is gone. I will be her greatest comforter, consoling her and in the event of that consoling, I will lead her into a lethal seduction and have her captured. Then she will be mine. I can’t wait to have her and no jupiter, I repeat- no jupiter can stop me from having Anita.
Now, their wedding arrangement is in top gear. I’m watching. Charles seems to be very happy, anticipating the grand day. Only if he knows he would not live to see that day. I have my machinery on ground for the expiration of Charles’ life. He already has a foot in an early grave and I already have a hand on his fiancée.
