His Curvy Obsession novel Chapter 2

She  was running, she had been running in her life, everything was falling apart. Her apartment fee had been due since the last six months and the landlord wasn't heeding to her pleas. She could not live on the street, this State wasn't like her father's country where you could get free apartments anytime or anywhere.

She was given a scholarship in the State university last year. She was very excited but if she'd known this was what she would be facing, she would have stayed with her father in her father's country. Well, this State was her mother's which made her a half-caste.

Her life has been jumbled-mess since she arrived in this country, she was easily judged by her dark skin colour.

She didn't have a real job apart from freelancing for lazy youths. And that wasn't paying her much. They judged her skin color and her father's nationality not her brain then, they were men who always had their lustful gaze on her curve which she hated but she couldn't do anything.

She was tired, she was running out of money. She could not call her father because her father was the same as her. A poor human being striving to feed. And her mother  was no go area because she did not know who her mother was or where she lived. Every time she asked her father, he always ended up in tears and that always broke her heart.

She hated her mother because she wasn't part of her life since she was young.

She wasn't there when she needed her the most.

She wasn't there to talk to her about her periods.

She wasn't there to talk to her about boys.

It was only his father she knew, her father covered both roles but there was still a part of her which yearned for motherly love.

She hummed a tone her father used to sing to her whenever she was depressed or down as she walked around with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She walked towards her *Ghana must go* bag to pick an old faded jeans skirt and blue polo as her only friend - Belle barged in, searching frantically until Belle's grey eyes  met hers before she squealed happily at her and crushed her in a bear hug.

Isabella or Belle was her Japanese friend with short blond hair, they met at the school functions on the first day of resumption in university. She was trying to find the hall when she collided with her friend's petite body which made them fall on the ground, they both groaned before staring at one another and laughed out loud. They both exchanged numbers and since then, they became tight buddies.

"Babe, I've got you a job" Belle chirped, stealing one of her fries that she left on the nightstand beside her messy bed before slumping on the floor. She swatted Belle's hand away when she stretched her hand to steal another fries.

When Angelina's brain comprehended what her friend said earlier before stealing her fries, she screeched, "you got me a job?" she asked doubly.

"Yeah babe" Belle winked at her, "I told you" she smirked with a sly grin.

"What does the work pertain to?" she asked with enthusiasm before feeling down and sighed.

"What happened to sugar?, aren't you happy? '' But..." Belle frantically asked and she interrupted her.

"Nothing" she replied dismissively, "The uniform code?".

"Just put on pants and a shirt," she answered, crawling towards my bag, unzipping it as she started to rampage through it. Taking out a dress, looking at it before throwing it away to take another one.

"I'm not putting on pants" I tutted, "my curves are going to be visible and I don't want unwanted attention to myself," she said.

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture this girl to love herself with her curvy body but no, her insecurities were too high.

"Babe..."She dragged slowly," if I was the one who has this shape of you" Belle's eyes roamed  on her body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be fuvking walking in lingeries" she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy" she stared at me seductively as she wetted her lips sensually while her grey eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma fuck you to oblivion state" she added impishly.

"Now, let's change babe" she squealed, picking the outfit Angelina wore on last year's Thanksgiving, checking it only to dump it down.

Most Angelina's dresses were second hand graded, she didn't have the money to buy new dresses. Every last Monday of the month, she went to the mall to purchase a dress. Well, Belle always made her shop with her and bought her some lasting dresses which she rarely wore except for important occasions.

"I hope it's not a stripping job you got me because i'm not interested" Angelina voiced out her opinion because she knew her best friend. It could be a strip club that got her a job and she had been pestering her to apply for one but Angelina being Angelina was not comfortable and confident of showing her body.

"Oh" Bell's mouth was agape, pouting her lips, "you are supposed to trust me on this" she scrunched her nose, "if it was a club I'm talking about, I would have just kidnap you to Victoria secret palace for those dirty, naughty and smutty lingeries" she wiggled her brows bashfully before facing what she was doing