Rasheeda timidly surveyed the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her sister's face gawked at her. On a normal night, Rasheeda’s face wouldn’t look like a Picasso’s painting. Then again, on a normal night, she wouldn’t be at one of the most expensive beachside restaurants on the island, with a man too delicious not to be included on the menu. It was just a nuisance that she had to answer to her sister’s name.

Why in the world, would Rashonda want to ‘dump’ Patrick Winston? Patrick Winston! Rasheeda was just bewildered with the entire situation. Patrick had the most prominent qualities Rashonda looked for in a man; wealth and panty wetting sexiness. In fact, the latter had Rasheeda hiding away in the bathroom when she should be fulfilling her promise to Rashonda.

She knew she had to break up with Patrick, but every time her lips parted with the intention, her thoughts flustered, followed by panic and resulting in a bathroom break that should have ended several minutes earlier.

Her nerves went into overdrive and her mind gawked as a lustful addict whenever he was around. Patrick does things to Rasheeda that no other man could. Since the very first night Rashonda brought the essence of masculinity home, Rasheeda was unable to contain the sensations between her thighs. That tingling sensation, like radar, occurred every time he was around.

“Why ah agree to dis?”

Rasheeda frowned at herself as she revealed a Revlon super length mascara. It was only hours before that she had learned the correct way to reapply her make up. Before then, she was completely oblivious to ways of the fashion world and contented with that.

As she plucked at her eyelash, Rashonda’s image disappeared and in its place, Patrick materialised to torment her. His hypnotising hazel eyes held her firmly in position and she thought about waking up to them every morning. Rasheeda looked as his lips and felt them soft and moist on hers. She ached to taste him in reality; she yearned to run her tongue along his plump lips and to suck the breath out of him.

“Yuh wan meh?” the vision voiced.

“Yeah” came a timid sound, in the voice of a toddler.

“Yuh wan meh?” he repeated, demanding conviction from her.

“Of course I do”, she responded, a little more confident then.

“Say de words,” he demanded.

“Ah want yuh sooo much Patrick”, she said with longing oozing out of every word.

A king size canopy bed was suddenly manifested with soft white sheets covering the huge object. It was encased with similar coloured curtains. And in the same amount of time it took the bed to appear, Rasheeda’s back was against the soft fabric and Patrick held her gaze. She could feel his super vision, intruding down her white chiffon tank top, as he leaned in for a blissful union. All her senses, including those associated with her womanly parts, became self-aware at that point. Rasheeda could have smelt the deliciousness that was him and as she claimed his lips, her finger found its way down his muscular chest.

Rasheeda gave into Patrick’s tender and affectionate kiss but frowned internally as he released her mouth to stare deep into her eyes, before softly nibbling on her neck. The tingling sensation sent shivers throughout her body that only intensified as he moved lower to her pounding heart. Rasheeda squealed at the passion, surprised by her own desire and Patrick released her. With a sly grin, he lowered his head to her waist and raised the hem of her top. She cringed under his kiss. It was not that she didn't welcome his advances, but how does one react, when the man of her dreams does exactly what she’s been longing?

Completely dismissing her reaction to his touch, Patrick continued upwards, revealing a little more of her stomach before a kiss. Rasheeda knew it was only a matter of time until he reached her breast but she remained firmly in position, pushing her chest upwards.

With held breath, Rasheeda’s eyelids caved and her body overthrew her mind as Patrick finally uncovered her breast and took one of the firm nipples in his mouth.

Just as the sensation in Rasheeda’s loins intensified, Patrick disappeared and her voluptuous eyelash fell to the sink. Rasheeda immediately withdrew her hand as she came to the realization that she had been plucking at the eyelash extension for the past two minutes. The entire time she lusted for Patrick. Why did she allow Rashonda to stick that thing on her? Oh, that’s right, “…dah go look good on yuh”. In other words, ‘ If yuh doh wear it he gonna kno it not me cause ah so fake’.

“Shit”, she swore to herself, “Ah shoulda walk wid dat damn glue. Wat ah go do now?”

Blam!

A slim woman walked out of one of the toilet stalls, washed her hands and reapplied her makeup. The entire time Rasheeda stood frozen in place, contemplating a solution to her current predicament; not missing the look of disgust and resentment that went in her direction.

At some point in time, she had to go out.

After camping out in the washroom for way longer than usual, Rasheeda wobbled into the main dining hall of Aqua Cuisine Restaurant, praying that Patrick wouldn’t notice that one of her eyelashes was much longer and thicker than the other. ‘Ah hope he nah one a dem men.’

Her heart showed signs of distress, but still, she had to take time to enjoy the elegance of Aqua Cuisine. Rasheeda had to admit that her sister had incredible taste. Everything was white; the walls, table cloth, even dinnerware were white. A huge crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the octagon shaped room, reflecting the light like a prism. Even the pianist was dressed in white.

Rasheeda wished that she could revisit the restaurant, but knew that once that night was over, she would never step into that place again. She just couldn’t afford it.

Heart pounding heavily again, Rasheeda took her previous seat opposite Patrick as he questioned her for the fifth time, “Yuh ok?” Her answer was always the same, followed by quick movements of the head so that his piercing eyes wouldn’t recognize how uncomfortable he made her.

‘Yuh jus seem a lil off tonight. If yuh sick ah cud take yuh home.”.

“A good Patrick, bu’ ah need to tell yuh sometin.”

“Outside nice,” he interrupted, “Lets take a walk on de beach.” And with that, he stood up and gave Rasheeda his outstretched hand.

‘Wat a gentleman!’

Although she longed more than ever for his touch, Rasheeda hesitated, stared at his hand, and only snapped out of her daze when he added, “Ah pay while yuh in de washroom”. She took his hand then and he led the way onto the white sands. Rasheeda kept her eyes on the ground, watching the glare from the moon as it danced on each grain, hoping that the moment would never pass.

“Yuh look gorgeous tonight.”

For a moment, Rasheeda did nothing but blush, as Patrick made no attempt to hide which part of her body he was admiring. “Tanks”, she hesitantly responded, then stopped walking abruptly and angled her body from his gaze, pretending to stare out into the deep blue sea.

It was a most common compliment, yet it still gave her an uneasy feeling. She was not accustomed to such attention. No one thought sweatpants was sexy. Even now, in her sister’s short green and black floral dress, the mentality that everyone had forced upon her, remained prevalent in her mind. ‘ Yuh sister is de prettier one’.

Rashonda’s choice in clothing was always a little revealing for Rasheeda, yet she was taken aback with the plunging neckline and open back dress she now wore. How could anyone be that cruel? Why would someone choose such an alluring dress to break up with a man? But then again, Rashonda was a unique breed. All Rasheeda could do is accept it. But it didn’t mean she understood her twin any better than a wolf understands a sheep.

Still, Rasheeda never pictured herself in such revealing outfits. Even as Rashonda. In fact, when she first saw her transformation, she couldn't contain the shocking feeling that overwhelmed her. Her hips were more curvaceous and her breasts firm and perky in its braless state. The smoky eye shadow turned her into a woman of mystery and the concealer remained true to its name, hiding every flaw usually noticeable. And although she felt a bit out of her comfort zone, she had to commend her sisters unique and energized style.

Even the accessories were skillfully chosen, highlighting Rasheeda’s dark skin and kinky hair. The thought of her African heritage dangling from her ears impulsively caused movement in her right hand, which of course drifted Patrick’s attention to the long structure holding her head. A chain reaction that made her even more uneasy.

Always running from her problems, Rasheeda stared into the darkness only to be jolted out of her bubble by Patrick’s arm finding its way on her shoulders.

“Ah tought you mad at me”, Patrick said, without a glance in her direction.

“Mad at yuh... fir wat?” It was all she could muster without her voice betraying her.

“Fir leavin mi work and not takin de work wid mi fadda”, he answered with such longing in his eyes.

“Work wid yuh fada?”

“Yeahh. Yuh rememba he wan me manage de supermarket chain”

“Oh”

Now it was all too clear why Rashonda wanted to leave Patrick. For the past few months, she thought of him as her way to a better, more extravagant life not realizing that might not be the life he wanted. She recognised Patrick was not her ‘meal ticket’.

“Listen, I kno yuh not happy bout it, but I wan yuh undarstan. Mi whole life people always expeck tings from me. Mi parants wan de perfect son. Ah ha’ to be the best in everythin. An I couldn’t even choose wat ah want to do. Ah play music cause mi moder want me to. Tennis for mi fader and football cause mi dead brother’s shoes ha to be fill. I nev’r get ah chance to see wat’s out dere for me. Ah kno dat you disappointed dat ah na go in de family business, but ah feel like I at a crossroad an’ if ah doh do somethin fir meself now e  wont ever happen.”

Deep in his words, Rasheeda didn’t realize when Patrick tyuhned her so that he could look into her eyes.

“Yuh understan mi? Is important to me dat yuh do.”

“Ah do”, Rasheeda said, “Sometime ah does feel like ah does loose meself in mi sista. Like ah loose, an nobody seein’ meh”.

“Ah always see yuh? Yuh absolutely beautiful.”

Rasheeda was still dwelling on the fact that he called her beautiful when she felt his lips on hers. His soft, moist lips torturing her sanity, completely destroying whatever little composure she had. Rasheeda leaned into the kiss, pleading silently for more. She savored the moment that she fantasised relentlessly about, but it ended all too quickly. Patrick withdrew from her, leaving her with immense want and longing.

Her vision came back slowly with an intense looking Patrick watching. His eyes spoke a language her brain couldn’t comprehend. He was working overtime trying to unravel some mystery. Feeling vulnerable, her defensive mechanism kicked in, causing her eyes to drop to the sand but before she could move away, Patrick grabbed her by her chin and closed the distance between their lips once again.

Tongue danced to a rhythm sweet as the steelpan music.

Patrick devoured her the second time around, clearly giving into the passion that he had bottled up. The restraint that was there previously completely vanished leaving nothing but raw and intense desire. He played no games that time; wrapping his arms around her, leaving barely enough air to pass between them.

He guided them both, pushing her back against the almond tree. His fingers fondled with the hem of her dress for only a second before it seductively began to move upward. But Patrick never gave her lips a break, nibbling on them the entire time. Rasheeda leaned into him while running her fingers through his hair, with each second that passed she lost more and more reasoning. She didn’t care that she was in public. She didn’t care who saw them.

‘Screw all those uptight people in that fancy restaurant. Let them watch.’

Rasheeda was not about to ruin a moment that has caused her so many sleepless nights. Patrick Winston was actually kissing her. He was loving her like she had never been loved in her twenty-one years of life. He was touching her in places she’d never been touched and she didn’t want him to stop.

Why was he stopping?

Rasheeda opened her eyes a second time to find her Adonis staring into her dark brown pupils.

“Ah love yuh”

Shocked with disbelief, Rasheeda went still. Her limbs refused to function any longer and her heart skipped a couple beats before it jumped back into action.

“Yuh hear me? Ah say ah love yuh.”

Patrick had to repeat his declaration to get a reaction out of the woman he loved. That was the most uncomfortable Rasheeda felt all night. What was she doing? She didn’t know anymore but she knew what she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be doing her sister a favor. A huge one! No matter how absurd it was, she agreed. She told Rashonda that she would break up with her boyfriend for her, under pretense. Something not uncommon with identical twins. A matter of fact, it was their favorite pastime as children. Only a very small mole under Rasheeda’s eye betrayed them. They were so similar that their own mother hardly even knew the difference. When they were younger she used to dress them differently to tell them apart but still, even that could be conquered by two mischievous little girls.

Rasheeda was so rattled Patrick was bound to notice. She had no idea what to say, how to move or how to behave. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had dug herself into a hole deep and it would take the entire of Carriacou to dig her out. She couldn’t break up with him now that he has professed his love to Rashonda? It wasn’t morally right to rip out a man’s heart after he professed his love to you.

“It ok”, Patrick said, “Yuh doh ha’ to tell me anyting now. Buh de next time we meet ah want ah answer”.

“Ok” was all Rasheeda could muster.

The drive back to Rasheeda’s house was silent. Patrick said nothing even as he held her hand and Rasheeda couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. She sat in the passenger seat pondering on what she was going to tell Rashonda.

‘Sorry. Ah couldn’t break up wid yuh boyfriend, a make out wid him and a doh kno if he say it before bu’ he luv yuh.Aint it great. Patrick luv yuh.”

That right there would lead to one of the big brawls they used to have as children. It didn’t sound good in her head and she knew it would sound worse out loud. What was she going to do? What was she going to say?

Rasheeda paused contemplating to realize they were parked in front the small frosted mint house she grew up in. The same house that she and her sister shared a room. And somewhere inside Rashonda was waiting on an explanation Rasheeda just couldn’t give. Beyond those walls, she would have to admit to her betrayal.

“Ah didn’t want to make yuh uncomfortable.”

Rasheeda turned to see Patrick was looking at her again.

“Yuh...yuh didn’t. Ah jus ha’ a lot on mi mind. Dat’s all.”

Silence

“Yuh could paint.”

“What?” Patrick’s entire facial expression screamed shock.

“Yuh should give paintin a try. Yuh good at it. Dat painting yuh did of Ras…me was very good. It so detailed. Yuh even get mi cheekbones right. An’ de oder one ah de park, make me jus wanna escape dey. Just lie on de ground an relax. Dey so inspirational an ah tink yuh should go fir it. Da jus mi opinion doh. Yuh doh ha’ to. Jus do somethin dat yuh like. Bu’ yuh doh ha’ to.”

Rasheda remembered seeing some artwork on the floor. When she inquired Rashonda told her that Patrick had done them for her. She remembered going through them and thinking how beautiful they looked. He had natural talent. The kind that couldn’t be taught and if he was to harness it, he had the potential to become a Picasso.

“Thank yuh”, Patrick replied, “Ah glad yuh like dem.”

 

 

Another day was done!

It was hard watching the seconds go by on her desk clock, but Rasheeda did exactly that. She was having one of those days. It wasn’t her job that was particularly difficult, but after her date with Patrick, concentrating on anything other than the musky scent that engulfed him had proven to be problematic. Although brief, her body had gotten accustomed to him as if they were meant to be. Her body missed his embrace, her mouth missed his taste. She yearned for one last touch, knowing fully well that it would not satisfy her.

Rashonda wasn’t at home when Patrick dropped Rasheeda back the night before. That was a very relieving discovery. She didn’t know why she expected her sister to be waiting on the couch masked as someone who cared how her night went. Because she didn’t. Rashonda was usually partying in the ‘Hole’ on a Friday night and last night was no different. She was probably off trying to find someone to replace Patrick.

Rasheeda walked past the bank now, another bank sold out of the country, and as she walked by, the glass revealed someone that had been absent the night before. Rasheeda. Dressed in a simple beige skirt suit, she would no doubt be invisible. Not even worth a second glance. Smart black shoe in her foot with a matching bag in hand only made her realize how realistically boring she was. Her hair was in its customary puff which exposed all the marks and blemishes on her unpainted face. Sigh.

She stood in front the building, examining her appearance for the first time with a frown on her face. Rasheeda didn’t even notice when a familiar car stopped behind her. Her heart automatically started racing in recognition when she eventually saw the black BMW beside her own reflection. Patrick. Rasheeda turned around just as he rolled down the window.

“Come wid meh? Ah need to talk wid yuh.”

“Meeee”, she said, looking around as if there was anybody else close by. ” Oh...yuh mean Rashonda. She nah here.”

“No Rasheeda, Ah wanna talk to you.”

That phrase alone was enough to activate every alarm system in the bank.

“Ah won’t bite Rasheeda. Ah jus wanna talk to yuh.”

Patrick’s car was the only one of its kind on the island. In the middle of the central business area it stood out like a sore thumb but as Patrick entered Lance Aux Pines, with Rasheeda in the passenger seat, it started to blend into the atmosphere. Houses in that area were always more trendy than the last, like if they were trying to outdo each other. Some, like the castle imitation, made islanders eyes marvel and others were nothing more than ‘sight pollution’, hazardous to the eyes.

“Way we going?”

“Home.”

“Ah doh tink dat ah good idea.”

“Doh worry. It Rashonda approved. Ah jus wan somewhere quiet to talk.”

Those words caused more panic that Rasheeda would like to believe she showed. What did he want to talk to her about?  A rhetorical question she didn’t need to ask herself because if he spoke to Rashonda, he already knew that Rasheeda was the one on the date last night. Of course, Rashonda would have told him. And he would have told Rashonda what they did.

Rasheeda couldn’t avoid Rashonda forever.  When she woke the morning Rashonda was still asleep, obviously tired from her night of partying. So Rasheeda quietly got ready for work and snuck out of the house before her sister's eyelids fluttered. Rashonda didn’t work on a Saturday. Thank Goodness.

“Sit down Rasheeda. Yuh want ah drink?”

“Wah yuh have?”

“It ha’ sorrel, carib, stag…sorrel ok fir yuh?”

“yeahh”

Patrick left the room but retyuhned way too quickly and sat on the couch opposite Rasheeda’s.

“Ah was sayin. Ah talk to Rashonda”, he started again.

Rasheeda took a such a big mouthful of the red liquid which caused her to swallow the hard.

“Yuh have anytin to say?”

The breakdown was inevitable.

“Am so so so sorry Patrick. Ah din wan tings get so out a hand. Ah jus, wen yuh…ah mean, ah mean ah jus con’t do it. Please doh hate me.”

“No. ah mean, yeahh she tell me, bu’ she din’t need to.”

“Wat?” Rasheeda voiced her confusion as Patrick minimized the distance between them and knelt down in front her.

“Rashonda tell me she ask yuh to break up wid me. She say yuh dint wanna do it but she presha yuh to. She say she make yuh dress like her, is dat true?”

Choked up for words Rasheeda could do no more than shake her head in agreement while she took a next big gulp of the juice, like a child being interrogated by the parent. The brush of Patrick’s hand as he took the glass from her evoked emotions that she didn’t want to have for this man. She needed to forget him; forget the kisses they shared. She needed to forget the scent of the Marc Jacobs and the tingling sensation she got with the slightest touch.

“ Bu’ Rashonda dint kno dat ah already kno dat twas you wid me last night. Ah kno since ah pic yuh up.”

Patrick touched the mole under Rasheeda’s eye, “Dead giveaway.” When he continued he pulled her kinks, “ Yuh hair sharta.” And he touched her lips as he said, “ Yuh smile sweeta.” Then his hand finally settled on her face and he cupped her cheek as he said, “ Yuh all not as similar as yuh tink.”

Shock, was deciding Rasheeda’s action then. She was too flabbergasted to do anything, to say anything. She had dreamt of that moment more times than she could count but she never examined the possibility that it could become reality. She had to be dreaming, that was it. A daydream.

“Ah was very happy wen ah saw dat it was yuh. Truth is, ah tinkin bout yuh since de first time ah meet yuh. Me an Rashonda have notin in comman. Ah stick around cause is de only way ah could be around yuh from time to time. Yuh dint seem interested in meh.Bu’ dat kiss say ah was wrong...Ah was all set to leave Rashonda dat night. She aint like my job choice an ah kno we want different tings in life bu’ u came into de car instead. An ah mus admit ah was curious to wat allu de up to.”

“Ah…”

“ Yuh aint have to explain nuttin to me but’ yuh owe meh a response.”

“Ah response?”

“Ah tell yuh sometin last night an ah tell yuh next time u ha’ to give meh ah response. Well...yuh love meh as much as ah love yuh?”

“Yeahh. Ah love yuh too”.

Those were Rasheeda’s last words before Patrick devoured her mouth with the same fierceness as the night before. When he finally allowed her to breathe Rasheeda said with all shakiness in her voice, “Rashonda is mi sista, mi twin sista. ah cant do dis to her.’

“Eh… dah ok wid Rashonda. She aint ha’ no problem wid dat. She day wid meh ex co worker now..”

After a little pause Patrick said, “Come wid meh. Ah wanna show yuh somethin.”

Patrick took Rasheeda’s hand and led her out of the living space and into another room.

Creativity engulfed the room on canvas’ and drawing pads. The room was filled with about twenty paintings and uncountable sketches, mostly of Rasheeda she noticed. The mole was clearly visible in all of them.

“Ah paintin since ah first saw yuh. Yuh inspire meh. Ah sent out some applications to art schools today. Ah really hope ah get in.”

“Yuh ha’ natural talent. Ah really love dem.”

“Tank yuh for believin in meh.”

One second Rasheeda was taking in the art and the next second she was being engulfed from behind, in the arms of someone large but gentle. She felt very much at home there, leaning back into his masculinity as he kissed her earlobe before nibbling on the tips.

“Yuh see wat yuh do to meh? If yuh kno how hard it was tryin to hide from Rashonda dat ah was attracted to she sista.” And that was apparent to Rasheeda since he couldn’t even finish his sentence properly before he claimed her lips again, grabbing her breast, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

Patrick wedged himself between Rasheeda and the wall, as his hands disappeared underneath her skirt. His fingers found its way easily beneath the thin material and began to play with the folds of her womanhood. Rasheeda inhaled deeply from his touch. She wasn’t accustomed to this. This was not familiar territory for her. None of her previous boyfriends had explored the enchanted area between her legs. She had never let them. Never wanted anyone to, that is until now.

Patrick’s hand found its way underneath her top and began to massage her firm, small breast. With no effort at all, they moved to her back and unclasp her bra. She squirmed, trying to guide his hand to her wanting breast now exposed to his advances. But despite all her longing, she had not prepared for the feel of his hand again.  She was not ready for the thrill of having Patrick’s fingers on her nipples. And she certainly was not ready for his warm breath on the plucky tit.

Patrick suddenly withdrew from Rasheeda completely, leaving her half-dressed and suddenly feeling extremely insecure. Her hair was rumpled and she didn’t realize when but she was topless. Obviously, her thoughts went to her displeasing him so she made a failed attempt to hide. Patrick shook his head and looked at her in disbelief as Rasheeda felt the tears about to break her barrier and reveal itself.

“Yuh ever done dis before?’

“Done wat?”

“Dis. Any of dis. Yuh still a virgin.”

A stare was the only answer Patrick received and for a while, he returned it in full.

“We not doin dis.”

Rasheeda’s heart sank into a deep abyss. Patrick didn’t want her. She thought he didn’t want to have sex with her and she was right. Patrick didn’t want to have sex with her, he wanted to make love to her. Sweet, long, passionate love. So he gently took her hand and led her to a very masculine bedroom with rustic charcoal walls to match to tiles. The bed was huge similar to the one in her fantasies but this was no fantasy.

Rasheeda was guided to the bed but instead of Patrick laying her down as she expected, he removed the rest of her clothing, one measly fabric at a time. His movements were slow and deliberate. And as she lay on the bed in all her glory he dismissed his clothing and lay on top her.

“Yuh first time should be special. We nah gonna rush it. Ah wanna take mi time wid yuh.”

The kiss came as just a brush on the lips; soft and gentle, savouring every moment, every taste. She lost track of how long they kissed but she enjoyed every moment of it. Her breast was next to take all the attention, while her hands tugged at his hair. Patrick sucked on her breasts making sure to give each one equal attention. Rasheeda’s ribs were next, and Patrick made sure he teased every single one before he moved on to her navel.

Meanwhile, Rasheeda was going crazy. She was on the verge of ecstasy. “Nah yet”, Patrick demanded. “An definitely nah like this.”

Patrick then moved lower and lower, past her navel to one of the most sensitive areas of her body and began to service it. He licked and sucked on the folds and Rasheeda arched her back in pleasure, begging for release. Consumed with desire Rasheeda pulled at Patrick’s hair, begging for what he was intentionally delaying. And when she thought that she was about to explode Patrick raised his head, looked deep into her eyes and said, “Nah yet.”

Rasheeda stared at her dark skinned lover and smiled with lust. His muscularly toned body made her even hornier than she already was.

Face to face with Rasheeda now, she was able to grab his lean hips and force his masculinity against her. “Ah want yuh Patrick”, she spewed, “Take meh now.”

Patrick didn’t need a second invitation to produce a condom. Inquisitively, she watched as he rolled back the latex onto himself. The union between Patrick and Rasheeda was magnificent. Rasheeda moved in unison with him and held her breath as he brought her to a place she’d never been before. A place that she wanted to be for the rest of her life.

Rasheeda was the one to wake Patrick for more of the good life. When his eyes opened a freshly bathe Goddess was cradling him between her thighs. He was pleasantly surprised that she was taking the initiative, kissing him with the same aggressiveness he had kissed her with.

She climbed onto Patrick and eased herself down on his manhood, hard and ready for her. Then she instinctively began to move her hips, back and forth. At first, she moved slowly, taking in more of him each time. And by the time he was entirely engulfed by her lady parts, her pleasure had intensified. Patrick held Rasheeda’s hips to assist in the movement as she rocked harder and harder until Patrick exploded inside her.

Exhausted, Rasheeda dropped beside him and he began to cradle her while staring into her eyes. “Ah tink we go be happy togeda”, Patrick voiced, completely satisfied with his woman. “Meh too”, Rasheeda agreed and closed her eyes.

Patrick couldn’t go back to sleep immediately. He was too overwhelmed by the situation and the woman in his arms. He couldn’t but stare at her. She was gorgeous. She was everything he needed and more and he was never going to let her go. Patrick was going to love Rasheeda for the rest of his life.