Chapter 11

Ousmane’s POV

I looked at Hawa, who was absorbed in the TV. I didn’t know why I was focusing on her so much. I really didn’t know.

No, I knew why. Yes, that’s it. I wanted to understand if she was really a danger to me, as Mom had told me. Let’s face it, even though she was not to my taste, she was still a very beautiful young woman. She had beautiful doe eyes and a pretty face. Her figure was perfectly harmonious, even if she lacked a little roundness. For the first time since she had been here, I started to detail her.

At one point, I think she felt observed. She looked at me, but I hurried to look away. I have to stop thinking like this. I’d better go upstairs and look for a way to make amends.

What if she was right after all, and I’m too defensive? My mother is going to fucking kill me one day. She managed to plant the doubt in my mind.

I went up to my room and called Zayate’s number again. She still didn’t pick up, but I wanted to see her su