Forty-one

Qhawelezizwe's POV
"Nkosana who is Pamela?" She asked as her fingers stopped their movements on my chest, we were still laying on the couch. She had woken up from her nap a few minutes ago.

"A girl I uses to date, six years ago." I revealed my hands on her thighs as she sat up straddling me. I also noticed that she loved to do that.

"If you dated her long ago, why is your mom obsessed with her?" She frowned the confusion evident on her features.

" Mom loved her, in her eyes she was perfect, she was perfect for everyone but me."