All Chapters of HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KEVAH'S POVDECEMBER 25TH, 2011How long does it take to fall in love?It's a simple answer for me because gaping at the exquisitely crafted delicacy in front of me, I'll have to say, seconds. There is a thing called love at first sight, after all.Like a bug-eyed creeper, I gawk at him some more; he is the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. Now I know what tall, dark, and handsome mean.I overhear mama telling Mrs. Shine that he is Brazilian. His thick velvety coat calls out for my mouth to come and caress it.I lick my lips imagining how delicious, how succulent, and how mouthwatering his body tastes.I can't stand this anymore, I have to have him and I have to have him now.I gasp when I feel mama's palm on my back, "Come child, photo time."Oh! brother. I facepalm myself and let mama usher me in front of the cameraman.Two minutes later, and I assume the photoshoot is over, the cameraman points a finger over to my love. "I want one with the entire family, over there." My smil

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 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

"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

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