The millionaire's red head

CHAPTER 1

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Raina huffed out another breath in the past 30 minutes, well at least it wasn’t easy jogging or rather pretending to jog to catch the eye of “the client”, as Mrs. Faye, liked to call him, it made it more mysterious according to her. Normally, Raina enjoyed all her jobs especially when she had to follow or “stalk” clients, it had a thrill and when she finally accomplished the mission she felt how one felt when he just got high, it was thrilling, so for that she was willing to even go through this awful thing called jogging, she almost stopped to catch her breath but she spotted “the client” making another turn, damn he was fast, and she was oh so tired already, maybe she should try to go closer so she could look at that nice ass he had going for him but really, it was hard jogging.

Well halt! Before we get too far, you should know at least a bit about me, I’m Raina Elvis, but for this job, I have a stupid name, Sydney, well nothing against Sydneys, I just feel its “princessesy” and that sort of stuff irks me, because I’m so far from being a princess, I mean, I was practically born in the slums, mum was the last born in a family of 8, from a highly free spirited family, so there was income but it went as fast as it came, because at least 3 of my uncles did drugs and that shit was expensive so you see, much spending, anyway, she hooked up with this guy who came for a company’s job, in other words, he was just passing by, and as shit happens, I was the product of the hookup, mum wasn’t about to be retired from her flexing because of a wide eye kid, so she dumped me with granny two months after I was born, and granny did her best but she was old, and as I said free-spirited, so all through pre school and high school I was exposed to the highlife, my eyes were opened from little, I mean at high school I was selling drugs, but I never did it, I mean seeing my uncle alone was like a large warning of how drugs messed people up, so I sold and saved up, because from the moment I got to 10, I knew I had to leave that place, I mean there were like 20 people in a cramped up space, in a rundown area of town, it was suffocating and I hated it.

At 18, I looked pretty scrawny, large mismatched eyes, one was a green or grey, while the other (the fine one) was like liquid gold, and I had no breast, my hair was red, the type of red that caught the eye immediately, when it was directly under the sun, it almost blinded you, and I spoke street so I was the poor kid, ugly poor kid who wore a black bonnet always, I mean no way was I announcing more ugly features of mine.

Prom, that day was the turning point for me, it was actually the worst day of my life, it was so bad I had no date, I mean not even ugly Nat with the freckles and glasses asked me, no one, absolutely no one, so I stayed home and that was the turning point for me. When it was time from prom, I wore my crazy jeans and super big shirt, and went to school, I mean even if I couldn’t go in I could see the shit, when I arrived, I was running so my classmate don’t see me and start the teasing again, but before I knew it, I ran into someone, who toppled and then both of us rolled and rolled and rolled.

When the rolling finally stopped, I couldn’t say anything, I was tongue tied, I mean I couldn’t even raise my head out of embarrassment, and then I heard laughter, that was when I rose my head and I saw this woman, with her gold jewelries and shit looking beautiful and decked up and I knew I made a mistake, I really fucked up this time i thought.

Then she raised her hands and I flinched, she just smiled and the hand kept coming, till she touched my hair.

“It’s red”, she said, “I like it”, she continued and smiled

I quickly drew back and touched my hair, realizing my bonnet fell off in the tumble, I hastily looked round to find it and quickly put it on back and then my brain registered what I heard.

I turned to her shocked, “beautiful?”, I stuttered stupidly, but she just smiled.

“who’s are your parents?”, she asked.

“I have none”, I told her as i stood up and tried to dust off so I won’t look at her face again.

“I’m sorry”, I said, “for your pretty cloth, and stuff”, I finished and started to turn away.

“Let me be your mum then”, she said.

I was so shocked that I didn’t even turn around, I was so stunned, then I knew she must be joking, so I started laughing even though my heart hurt, and I wanted to cry, because of all jokes this had to be the cruelest.

Then I felt a hand turning me around, I hadn’t even felt her stand or even come to me, she lowered herself to the grassy floor and touched my face and said, “I’m Faye, and I promise to be the best mother I can baby girl”.

And that night I went home and packed my little suitcase, the next morning I flew with Mrs. Faye to New York and that was when my story took a turn.