With Mum being an early riser, I decided to sleep nearly early though I wasn't sleepy considering the fact that I just woke up a few hours ago. I went to my cabinet and found the brownish medicine bottle gone. I knew instantly that Uncle Liam had retrieved it. He warned me the last time I overdosed. Could have gone to his room and raise hell till he gets wornout with my noise but with Mum around, that would be a stupid move. Realising I may have to stay up all night, I turned on my TV and surfed the Internet for what to watch. It was a long night.
Just as expected, we left home as early as 8am this morning and arrived at Phoenix a little over an hour ago. And so far, the only thing we have done is have tea with a friend of mum's in one of the 5 stars cafes. That is just the first tea. More would come.
Each time we have this shopping trip, we always visit her friends, have lunch and dinners with people i have never seen at the house and just roam the whole city. Sometimes for a week.
And I hate it.
I love shopping like every girl. I just don't like the company. I don't understand why I have to tag along and get dragged around the golden city of phoenix when I wouldn't be allowed to make a single decision on what i would be buying for myself. She does all the decision making. It doesn't matter what I think. If she likes it on me, she buys it for me. If I like it and she doesn't, we are not buying it.
Then every night, she disappears after dinner, leaving me alone in our hotel room till the wee hours of the morning. Yet by 9am, we would be up and roaming the city again, buying things I don't want and meeting strangers I don't care about.
Her leaving me alone in the room used to be the best part of the trip for me because that was the time I get to do whatever I like even though I was not allowed to leave the room. But on this trip, I don't want to stay in the room. I want to go out too.
Ever since my incident with Uncle Ron, I have been terribly curious. I find it very hard to believe that Mum is cheating on Dad with him. I have no great fondness for Mum, not because she was abusive or hostile in any way. To be candid, she is more attentive and a worrywart than Dad even though she is never around. My only problem with Mum is that she is too controlling and self-conscious and she expects me to be the same. Then she won't stop complaining about how we look the same but completely different. Gush! I hate that!
Therefore, when we got to the reception to collect the keycard to our already reserved room, I demanded for my own room and even offered to pay for it. I was denied instantly as expected so I made it clear that I am now an adult and would not be locked away in a hotel room while she does whatever she does at midnight. Whatever it takes tonight, I needed to follow her and find out if she was the kind of person Sophia said she is.
That night, i followed her using her phone GPS and ended up at a bar where she was just hanging out with more friends that i couldn't identify. The only strange thing was that they were all men. Decent looking men. That shouldn't be a red flag but I just couldn't help but wonder so I took some pictures and waited at the bar till midnight when they all got up, half drunk and entered different cars. Where could they be headed at 2am in the morning?
With no choice but to give up, I returned to our hotel and went to bed after 4 orgasms.
When I woke up in the morning, I found mum, ready for the day, dressed in chic shorts and polo with a gofer cap. She was standing on the balcony with her second cup of coffee. I will never know how she does it. I mean, I slept around 3am. When did I get back and how could she be up and ready at 7am? Even vampires sleep.
That day, we didn't go shopping at all. We spent the morning at a golf course, the afternoon drinking tea at a family friend's house and the night at a fashion show. At midnight, she put me in a limo and had me return to our hotel while she continued the night. There was no way to trace her.
On the third day, we went shopping. As usual, I bought nothing for myself. She did all the buying while I just watched. Looking at the heap of stuff I would probably never wear and trying to figure out how to convince Uncle Liam to give me another room for storage, I robbed my forehead as I could feel a headache coming on.
After she had satisfied her urge to empty her account in my name, we went to a men's only shop where she insisted that I pick Uncle Liam's gift only to condemn it and make recommendations. I shrugged and picked one of all the watches she recommended after which I went ahead to pick items for Riley.
"That shirt doesn't go with his eyes' ' Mum said when she saw me run my hand over a pink shirt.
It was as if something tied down inside me suddenly gained freedom and pranced out.
"He is my boyfriend and I will decide what goes for his eyes and what doesn't, Mum." I Snapped at her. She was caught unaware and her eyes went wide like a saucer as she stared at me. I turned away and continued my search for a decent shirt for him. But just to maintain my defiance, I picked the pink shirt and added it to all the things I picked before.
"Lady, you will not take that tone with me." She grabbed my arm in anger. I snatched it back and kept walking away from her. She could be loud when angry but she would hold it together till we got back to the hotel so I had nothing to worry about.
When we got to the cashier, she told them she wasn't buying all the things she picked for me again. I was shocked but extremely relieved. I hated all she bought anyway.
After our little drama, she lost interest in the shopping and we returned to the hotel where she tried to talk me down but I followed my Dad's ways, i walked past her into my bedroom and locked the door. By the time she was done ranting about how ungrateful and disrespectful I have become since I became an adult, I was contently soaked in my bathtub and halfway to heaven with my fingers slipping in and out of my Vijay micmicking, Sylvester's pacing.
Sylvester!
Since I left his house the other day, things have really changed for me. And I am scared of where these new feelings could lead to. So I have been pushing them down and pretending they are not there. The only time I can't ignore his aroused gaze that is stuck in my head is when I am masturbating. It keeps flashing in my head and when i focus on it, my body becomes hot and i can literally feel him touching me, biting me, finger fucking me and owning me. No man has ever looked at me with such hot desires. I am scared to put my feelings into words. I do not want to acknowledge them. I am ready to do anything to stop feeling like he owns me. Iike, he is the right one for me. Like I belong in his arms. These are things I don't feel for Riley. Or better still, I don't feel this strongly about Riley…