Chapter 70

Kharis POV


"Let's go home", she said to me.


I couldn't believe she called her home, my home. I fastened my seatbelt and followed her, in her car, home.


It was my first time in Canada. I didn't know if New York or Ghana was better. The streets were cleaner and so serene. It was a silent drive but I felt ma Cleopatra steal glances at me at certain points. I couldn't stop thinking about Frederick even though he hurt me.


While in the airport, I realized that he had every right to be angry. Who wouldn't be angry at such videos and photos of their girlfriend? I just think he would have calmed down to listen to me talk. Maybe, I wouldn't have been on a plane to Canada and a ride to Ma Cleopatra's house. I rubbed my forehead slightly because I was tired and overwhelmed.


"So, what's your plan", she asked, looking at me and taking her eyes back to the road.


"My plan"?, I asked. I was confused about the question she asked. My plan for what? Frederick? My life from now? Men, I didn't even know what my plan was.


"You are in Canada now. Are you going to get a job? Apply for college? Or you are just going to sit at home and sulk"? she asked.


Well, sitting at home and sulking seemed like a great idea. I was sulking for the love of my life. That's alright? Don't you sulk for the person you love the most?


I kept mute and immediately went to Google the meaning of 'sulk'. I wanted to be sure of what ma Cleopatra was trying to insinuate. The Cambridge dictionary defined sulk as humm, the act of being silent and refusing to smile because you are angry about something that they have done. Was I angry at what Frederick had done? Oh yes. Was I being silent and sad? At some point, yes.


I guess it was okay to say I wanted to stay home and sulk!!

"Kharis"?, Ma Cleopatra asked softly, staring at me and back to the road, and out the window. Her eyes kept moving.



"Yes", I answered as she called my name.


She shook her head at how lost and disoriented I was.

"This current situation must be taking a bad toll on you", she said and arranged the hair falling from the side of my face to the back of my ear.


"But, what is your plan? You cannot just sit at home and wallow in pity or your pain. Something has to sustain you here, especially if you want to stay in Canada for long or else you would have to be deported back", she explained.


I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't want to be deported back. First off, I had nowhere to go in New York or any other part of the world.

"I could get a job"?, I asked.


She kept mute and when I didn't say anything for a minute, she looked at me surprisingly and said, "oh, is that a question"? she asked.


I nodded my head in response.

"Yes, you can search and get a good-paying job here in Canada. Maybe even the things you are good at. A chef, maidservant, waitress, or even a babysitter."


"Okay", I answered.


No way! I didn't want to work as a maidservant anymore. I never even liked the job in the first place. I only chose to work for ma Cleopatra because she promised good pay, a roof over my head, and a comfortable life- and she kept to her promise. Besides, I was desperate at the time. I needed to leave my house.


We approached a set of sky blue painted bungalows with beautiful flowers planted by the side.

"These houses are beautiful and cute 🥺", I muttered slowly.


"Better than New York right", she questioned.


"Of course", I giggled.

"New York has really tall buildings and the houses seem sophisticated.", I said, demonstrating with my hands.

"I'm not saying these houses are not sophisticated", I said, pointing to the sky blue bungalows.

"They just look really adorable", I blushed.


Ma Cleopatra smiled faintly and pulled the car over in the frontage of one of the buildings.

I opened my mouth in exclamation. "Do you live here?'' I asked her.


"Yes. And now, you do too", she answered and took out the key from the ignition.





I got out immediately and took my luggage out of the trunk of the car. I couldn't take my eyes off the building. I didn't know ma Cleopatra would stay in this kind of area.


"Come, I want to introduce you to Chris", she said, holding my hands. It felt like she was my best friend from college 🥺.


"Chris"?.

"Who is Chris", I asked, looking at her quizzically.


"Chris is my husband", she said, smiling so hard.

I could tell that she was so happy. I wished I could say the same for myself.


We got into the house and I was in awe. It was properly furnished. It didn't have any artwork like Frederick's house or the house in Ghana but it was beautiful.


The house was empty. By empty, I mean, there was no other person aside from myself and Cleopatra in the house.

When I heard her scream "Chris", I said uh oh in my mind.

It seemed like another human was upstairs, probably her husband like she said.


I saw a man in his late 60s walk out of a room. He was fine though and seemed like the perfect fit for ma Cleopatra. I looked at her and turned to look at him again. She walked to where he stood and stayed beside him.


"Chris, this is Kharis Carter", she said smiling.


"Kharis Carter, this is Chris, my sweetest heart and husband", she said and hugged him tightly.


I blushed faintly and let go of my luggage. Holding it was causing my palm to turn red.


"Good evening Chris. It's so nice to meet you", I said with a smile on my face. I walked to him and hugged him.


"Welcome to my home dear", he said.

I felt loved and welcomed. For a second, I didn't think of the hurt, pain, or chaos I was going through. Chris was smiling, Cleopatra was smiling and I smiled too. Laughter, they say, is contagious.


"Be comfortable. I'll be inside", he said and left us in the living room.


"Come, let me show you to your room", she said and walked ahead of me, guiding me to a bedroom.


"Chris is such a nice person. You both look so in love, together", I said.


"He is a good man. Not to worry, I'll tell you all about it later. How about you get settled, take your bath, and come out for dinner", she said, looking around the room.


"Okay. Thank you", I muttered.


"Mind you, we'll talk about everything after dinner", she said, pointing a finger at me and giving me a stern look.


I was scared for a minute. I wasn't ready to talk yet. Besides, I didn't know if she would believe anything I said.


I cleared my throat and said "thank you ma Cleopatra, I appreciate it", I muttered.


She nodded and walked out of the room. I stood up to observe the room. I opened the wardrobe and smiled at how big it was and its ability to contain my clothes. I began arranging my clothes inside it. From pants to brassieres to bum shorts, tank tops, shirts, gowns, and trousers. All, in places I could easily remember.


I lay on the bed after taking fifteen minutes to fix the wardrobe. I loved the feel of the bed. It reminded me of Frederick's bed and the many things he did to me, on it. I became wet immediately. I missed him so much, his smell, kiss, touch, and voice.


I lay on the bed and took my fingers to my mouth, wetting them with lots of saliva. I took those same fingers back to my pussy. All I could think about was Frederick kissing me from my head to my toes and following a trail till he gets to my pussy. With hot breaths, he'd suck and lick me till I am grasping for breathing, and begging him to fuck me.


I was fingering myself in ma Cleopatra's house, on my first day, just getting here. I was crazy. Look what Frederick was doing to me🤦. I tried to not scream or make it very obvious that I was fingering myself.


I used my fingers to gather my wetness and play with my g-spot. I grabbed the bedsheets with all of my strength, in response to my touch. I ground my waist and finger fucked my pussy even harder and rougher. Every drip from my pussy was triggered by the thought of Frederick. No one affected me as he did.


I released cum twice. I had a wild imagination and Frederick was one of the reasons for it.

After cumming, I stood up from the bed and located the bathroom.


"Kharis, dinner is ready", I heard Ma Cleopatra say from probably the kitchen or dining room, I had no idea.


I rushed into the bathroom and took a quick bath. I scrubbed my hair and body. It hit me that I had not had my bath since morning. Immediately I woke up, Frederick hit me with the whole social media thing. Next, I was out of the hotel to his house, the airport, and finally, Canada. There was no time to bathe!! 😂.


I got out of the bathroom and dressed in a long floral flowy dress.