Free Coldhearted & Crazy by Michel Moore Page B

her foot in the door of Heads Up; hell, both feet, for that matter. And it was time for her to grind!

Chapter Eight
London
    The first day of classes began and London was more than ready. She had one morning class and another in the evening starting at 6:30. This was a day that she’d been looking forward to her whole life. She was up, dressed, and out the door before Fatima had even turned over. She didn’t have her first class until later. No sooner than London left did the phone start to ring repeatedly. The constant noise of the ringer woke a tired Fatima out of her coma-like sleep.
    â€œYeah, hello,” Fatima’s voice was groggy and she sounded completely out of it.
    Kenya was hesitant about speaking up because she thought she had the wrong number.
    â€œHello,” Fatima said again, this time with a slight attitude from being disturbed by the phone.
    â€œYeah, can I speak to Amia Roberts?” Kenya finally blurted out.
    Fatima was thrown off for a second, when she remembered that London’s real name was Amia. She sat up in the bed and wiped the sleep out of her eyes. “Sorry, she’s not in. Whom should I tell her called?”
    â€œThis is her sister,” Kenya spoke in a cold tone.
    â€œOh, Kenya! Hey, girl!” Fatima greeted her like they were old friends.
    Kenya was kinda fucked up that this stranger knew who she was right off the bat. “Yeah, this is Kenya, and who are you?”
    Fatima could tell by the tone in her voice that she was the twin who had got all the bad demons floating inside of her. She tried her best to be nice to her roomie’s sister and not go all the way out on her for being rude and disrespectful so early in the damn morning. “Hey, I’m her roommate, Fatima James. Your sister told me all about you, besides, your picture is posted all around the room walls in here.” Fatima was still trying to be polite, as hard as Kenya was making it.
    â€œOkay then, bet, tell her I called. Peace.” Kenya was still being somewhat a total bitch and it came across. With that exchange, she hung up on Fatima.
    After finding out that her sister was off to her classes, Kenya decided to get herself some rest; after all, she had just made it home from the club and a long night of getting money.
    London
    The start of London’s second class was full of anticipation. That was the class that Professor Kincade taught. As she entered the room she saw him standing behind his desk with papers in his hands. He looked so handsome. This was the first man she really ever had a crush on. London was always deep in her studies and had no time for the silly boys at her high school. Anyway, they were always interested in her sister, so her even caring about them was a waste of time.
    Professor Kincade waited until everyone got seated and greeted all of his new freshman students. He then went in his briefcase and pulled out a huge stack of papers. “Miss Roberts, can you please come up here?”
    London was stunned. What did he want? What would he say? When she reached his desk, she could smell the scent of cologne on his shirt as she walked up. “Yes, Professor Kincade?”
    She was a nervous wreck and he could tell. Having what some would call classic good looks, he had this effect on most of the female students he’d come in contact with and some of the female professors.
    â€œYes, can you pass this course syllabus out for me?” With a smooth way about himself, he made sure to lock his eyes on London’s, touching her hand as he handed her the papers. For an older man, he swore he had game. Known as a womanizer around campus, he wanted this young girl and was going to have her.
    When class was over, he watched her youthful ass sway from side to side. His dick got hard just thinking about riding that untamed, tender cat. A true freak, he couldn’t wait to get home so he could fuck his wife with London on his mind. This was his second