KEVAH'S POV
JULY 9TH, 2016Let me tell you something about myself; I am fat, there I said it.I am a 300lbs, dark skin beauty.You don't have to remind me; you don't have to gawk at my huge ass or frown at my Pudge. It's just not nice.I know I'm motherfucking big, and guess what? I don't motherfucking care what a motherfucker has to say about me.I embrace the way I look, and I'm not one of those big girls who hide beneath blankets of clothes or is hesitant to confront their crush because I think he won't accept me because of my weight.Nope, not this lady.Not Kevah.I spent most of my teenage years cowering from boney-ass mean girls. I've been bullied to the extent that I couldn't look at my reflection in the mirror. Not only that, but I was called many names; Landwhale, Fatso, Porky, and my all-time favourite; Miss Piggy.My mother, who couldn't bear to watch me cry myself to sleep any more signed me up for fat camp when I was 16, but those camp directors only took our parents' money and didn't do Jack shit in helping us teens shed weight.In fact, I came home with 7 extra pounds and a nasty case of the crabs after I squandered my virginity to Paolo Vermont, a 19-year-old camp assistant.He's my dirty mistake, number one. I should have recognized he had hot crotch. He kept itching in all the wrong places, but my 16-year-old naïve self thought a condom was enough to keep me safe, but boy was I wrong.It has been 6 years and my vagina still has not forgiven me.“Earth to Kevah,"Alana snaps her fingers, gaining my attention.“Sorry sis, what were you saying?”“She was saying mama's asking about you. She misses you,” Adella, Alana's twin, answers.“Ella, I miss mama too, but every time I'm around her, she's always commenting on my weight and how I will not find a husband if I don't shed some pounds. I keep telling her I'm fine. I don't need a husband to dictate my happiness.”“We know Eva, but it's mama, that's just how she operates. Just, please at least come to our birthday dinner tonight. She and papa will be delighted to see you,” Lana replies.“How is Adrian these days? Is he taking his vitamins?”Adrian Brown is my stepfather. My father died on duty in Iraq when I was 1-year-old. My brother Kevin Jr, or KJ as we call him, was 5.Mama remarried by the time I was 3, welcoming the twins a year later.“Papa's OK Eva, he misses you immensely,” Lana chuckles and I smile.“OK, where the hell is our food?” I hoot. We have been sitting here for what seems like forever, and I see the server attending to the table next to us, whose occupants have just arrived. “Waiter, is our order ready?”The curly haired boy hustles to our table.“Miss, I'm sorry, but the chef says the pizza will be another ten minutes. I will bring out the salads and the wine shortly,” he bows, twirling awkwardly as he scrambles to the kitchen.“Damn sis, you turn into Godzilla when you're hungry," Ella giggles, and then her beady eyes trail behind me, glistening with lust as she notices something or someone she likes. “Look at that hunk-a-dunk.”Lana and I spin around.“Sweet Baby Jesus—who is that?” Lana bites her lip and passes a finger gently between her cleavage.The man is around 35, his biceps are on full exhibit, causing my horny twin sisters to ogle him with fascination. My sisters are squirming in their chairs, literally riding out their orgasms by the crazy looks in their eyes.He sits in one of the VIP booths and a waitress immediately flies to take his order. I roll my eyes, unable to fathom why women behave like beheaded chickens around hot men.The gentleman takes a menu and perches his right foot on his left. I can see his ankles from here, and I sneer. I hate it when men refuse to wear socks with sneakers, especially while sporting an outfit like the one he has on; dark blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt that is complimenting his deep chocolate skin tone faultlessly.The bubbly server with her long blonde tresses is giggling like a gobbling turkey at a compliment the man throws her way after she places his order on the table.Where the fuck is our food?I observe as she takes out a lipstick from her pouch and scribbles something, maybe her number, on a piece of napkin and tugs it into his palm. She leans down and whispers something in his ear. He applies a hand on her posterior and laughs against her neck, liking whatever it is she just told him.I could never behave like these mindless -“Here Eva, you're drooling,” Ella hands me a napkin.Fuck!I clear my throat and lift the napkin from her fingers. I use it to dry the corners of my mouth. “I'm just drooling because of how famished I am.”“Yeah, sure,” Ella rolls her eyes.“You're hungry alright, but not for food—but for some dick,” Lana chuckles and my eyes widen in alarm.“Alana Brown, I don't care if you're 18 today. I will still whoop that ass of yours—watch your language girl,” I warn her and the three of us erupt in a fit of laughter.More tables are being served and here we are still not receiving any service.“This place is getting on my fucking nerves. We'll be skin and bones by the time they decide to serve us,” I complain.“A little fasting could do her some good. She has a pretty face, but she's too fat.”My head jerks around to where the remark came from. I notice two skinny black girls sitting in their expensive outfits, showing their flat bellies and their toned legs.They're looking directly towards our table, turning up their noses, presumably thinking they're better than me.Two years ago, I would have pounced on them bitches and break them like the scrawny twigs they are, but not today. I've grown.“Finally!” I exclaim as the waiter appears with our food.He places the pizza in front of me, and he puts the bowl of fruit salad in front of Alana and the veggie salad in front of Adella.This motherfucker!I know he didn't just give me the wrong order.He sets a bottle of expensive Latour wine and says. “Compliments of the owner. We're sorry to keep you waiting,” he bows, and we watch him scuttle away with his knocked knees playing an endless game of Tag, You're It.Again, two years ago, I would have clutched this asshole by his collar and beat him senseless, but as I mentioned before, I've grown.So, because I'm not slim, he thinks I eat pizza, but the truth is I haven't touched the stuff in over four years.People always believe that if a person is on the heavier side, the reason is that they overeat or eat unhealthily. But that is not the case for me.I suffer from hypothyroidism, plus I'm big-boned.My sisters are both size twos, and they don't know the meaning of healthy eating.They can eat the entire Mount Everest of burgers and fries and not gain a single pound.Life's an unfair bitch.The twins push their salads over to me and grab the pizza.I gape at how quickly they made the slices disappear.“Fuck, are you guys magicians, cuz the entire pizza just vanished,” I shake my head in amusement, laughing while Lana wipes the sauce from her lips and Ella licks her fingers delightfully.“Abracadabra bitch,” the twins say in unison, and then they both take a sip of their alcohol-free wines.“Soon they'll be as big as her.”“Yeah, they're disgusting.”“Are those bitches serious?” Lana inquires.“It's like they have death wishes,” Ella adds.I continue eating my salads.“If only she ate salads as a child, she wouldn't look this awful now.”“Hell Nah, hold my fucking earrings,” Ella takes out her hoops and arrays them on the table while Lana rolls up her sleeves and tightens her shoelaces.Shit! Here we go.KEVAH'S POVShit! Here we go.I hold my breath, praying that my sisters will keep their chill. I love myself, so I don't care what anybody has to say about me. The two women quickly avert their eyes when they notice we overheard them. “Girls, take it easy. They're not worth it,” I try my best to calm my sisters. “Eva, what happened to you? Once upon a time, you wouldn't let a bitch get away with saying such shit about you,” Lana questions with teary eyes.“You're too beautiful to let people treat you like this,” Ella says, with tears streaming down her face. She has always been the crier in the family.“Life is way too short to focus my time and energy on what people say and think about me. It's obvious that those girls have nothing else to do than sit and criticize people; their lives only have a purpose when they're bullying others. What's important to me is how I view myself and not how others see me. My opinions of myself are what matters. I've been living by this decree for tw
KEVAH'S POV“Welcome to my office," Victor opens his arms, gesturing to the grandeur structure of the chamber. There is a small bed to the side, adorned with heart-shaped pillows and soft pink silk sheets. There's a mirror above the bed.What is this, Pimpa's Paradise?If this is so, I guess he's the pimp, but I ain't no prostitute.This is a one-time thing, there's no need to become emotionally attached, plus I gotta cum soon, my sisters will come searching for me in — I study the time on the clock to my left — fuck, I've already been gone 5 minutes, so I think I've got at least 15 minutes left before they come looking for me. “Do you want a drink to help you rela —” I smash my lips against his mid-sentence. Why do Victors have to talk so fucking much?My abrupt action causes him to lean back against his expensive mahogany desk. He holds my head between his palms, and he deepens the kiss. My fingers struggle to undo his buttons.“Motherfucker," I mutter between kisses.“What's wro
KEVAH'S POV This is some fucked up shit. I am just standing there looking at the liar with the honey tongue, glaring daggers at him. “Why didn't you tell me you have a wife, asshole?” I rave. “Shh, she might hear you.” he whispers, sweat decorate his face like a murderer on trial. “Open the fucking door, Victor. I know you have some cheap whore in there."Who the hell is she calling a cheap whore?“Honey, I'm on the phone with a very important client.” What a poor excuse for an alibi. “Is there another way out of the office?” I ask him. I don't have time for this.“No, there's only one way in and out."“Well, in that case, Victor, you're screwed."“What?” His voice is shaky.His wife knows he has someone in here, and I'm not about to cover his ass by hiding in a closet or under a desk.Oh! No-sirree.“The sex was nice Victor and your head game was strong. Just next time, don't forget to mention to a girl you're married. We could have avoided all of this if you were truthful at t
EMANUELE'S POV"Are you positive you don't mind me tagging along?" I ask Kevin."It's cool. I already informed my family I am taking a friend home for the weekend.""I just prefer to be certain. I do not like imposing.""Trust me, you're not. I'm the one who should ask you if you're sure you want to do this. My family is a little - how do I put it? - CRAZY," he exaggerates, and I laugh, rubbing a finger over my chin. I glue my eyes to the flight attendant who was glaring at me intensely. She has the 'I yearn to fuck your brains out' look. She winks, and I smirk at her while I flex my cheek muscles.Kevin catches on, his eyes transmit to where the hostess is. She pours wine into the 100-year-old man's flute. The poor man's eyeballs got lost down her cleavage. With her eyes fixed my way, she pours too much wine, wetting the lap of the old man.He gasps."My apologies, sir. Let me grab you a napkin." She hands him the cloth, and the man cleans his crotch. He isn't upset, it's like he's h
"Mama, please don't start this. Why can't you just love me for me? Do I have to be skinny to be beautiful in your eyes?""Kevah, that's not what I meant. It's just that I don't think you're trying hard enough to lose weight." She did not just say that to me, Kevah sighs to herself. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi - Kevah's mother is pushing all her wrong buttons but she will not disrespect her even though she just dissed Kevah big time."Mama, how can you say that? I've been on diets. I've tried pills, intense workouts, acupuncture, I stopped eating junk food for years now, and I only lost 10 pounds.""I just want you to be happy baby," mama sighs. “I feel like the gastric bypass surgery could help you with all your problems."Just when Kevah thought her mom is getting it, she goes and says shit like this. "Jesus Christ mama. I am happy. I accepted that I will never be skinny years ago. I'm big-boned, and after I found out I have hypothyroidism, I changed my diet and exercise every da
Emanuele calls the number Kevin gave him over a dozen times. He has been waiting for Kevah to pick him up for almost an hour. He is getting frustrated, and it doesn't help that he is starving.“Where is this sister of his?" He questions himself. A few other persons are waiting on their pickups too, and he doesn't miss the hungry eyes some ladies are giving him, one of them in particular.She walks up to him, and screams, “Sei tu, sei davvero tu!” (It's you, It's really you!) She falls to her knees.It surprises Emanuele, few Americans know of him, so this girl must be from Fertopia, plus her Italian is perfect.“Per favore, signora. Alzarsi,” (Please, madam, get up.) he says while he clutches her shoulders lightly, but the woman doesn't budge. Emanuele sighs in defeat. “Come ti chiami?” (What is your name?)“Il Mio nome è Mia, Vostra Altezza.” (My name is Mia, your Highness).“È un onore conoscerti Mia. Lei Parla inglese?” (It's an honour meeting you Mia. Do you speak English?)“Yes,
KEVAH'S POVI drive up to the five-bedroom house I grew up in and I blow out a weary breath, praising the good lord that Arlene got me here in one piece. I propose having her serviced when I save enough money. I am planning on giving up my apartment downtown and staying here for the summer which will grant me an excellent opportunity to tell mama my secret.I can hear her scolding me now. But I am 22 years old; a woman who lives by her own rules and dances to the beat of her own drum.I snatch the key from the ignition and establish my way inside the house. My childhood memories come flooding me. The grand piano is in the same spot before the monumental double French windows. I remember that one time when Adrian was performing his rendition of Beethoven's Symphony and I became so enraptured in the melody's beauty that I started to hum, Adrian's head drifted to 10-year-old me, and he signalled me to sit by him. He instructed me to sing my favourite song, which was and still is Christ
KEVAH'S POVI make my way over to the trio. “Adrian," I fling my arms around my stepfather. I can feel his tension evaporating in my embrace. “Eva, I missed you so much, sweetheart."“I missed you too. Now, where's mama?"“She is getting ready as we speak."“Adrian you know mama. If you don't tell her to hurry up she'll take hours to find the right shoes."“You're right. Let me go grab her," he kisses my cheek. “It's wonderful to see you, Kevah," he beams, then runs upstairs. “Thanks, sis," Ella hugs me. “Papa was gonna tear Harry a new one," she exhales. “You're welcome," I pull away. “You look gorgeous, Ella," I praise as I admire the gold sequenced dress that fits her like a glove. It's off the shoulders, and it stops mid-thigh. The back is low cut, providing us with a view of her bareback, and of course, the cleavage is on full display.Her gold shoes and clutch matches perfectly with her pixie dust makeup and her short black curls fall below her ears. “Thank you and you look