I went to club with a talking stage not because he asked but because I wanted to. I calculated the risk and came prepared. I wore an extremely short dress, the kind that disrespects weather, morals and physics. The kind that of you dared to bend over ancestors would look away in shame. It was giving dangerously delicious, and I knew it. He on the other hand, wore a fresh white shirt and fitted jeans. He looked like he smelled of ego, cologne, and expectations. As we danced, he kept ordering drinks. The lights were flashing, waistlines whining and somewhere in the chaos, I remembered I had already told him: I don’t do well with alcohol. But did he listens? No. He kept glasses coming like he was trying to baptize me into hangover nation. After gulping my last glass, I flipped the switch, entered my drunken baddie era. I started whispering premium nonsense into his ears. Stuff like “Zaddy, I can’t wait to be in your bed, my body yearns for you so much” Boom. That was it. Immediately his body language shifted.
Man started acting like he just won a scholarship to sin. He rushed us out of the club like a I d with a deadline. “Let’s go home” he said. Now let me explain. Home according to him was his house On our way, man had the audacity THE AUDACITY to call his friend, put the call on speaker and said “ Guy the babe don high, I swear tonight go mad. I dey carry am go house now” she dey already give me green light. In my still very much sober mind, I screamed, oh really? But in my Oscar worthy performance, I giggled drunkenly and said “wait baby can we quickly branch my house? I wanna grab my undies and an extra dress. I’m spending the whole weekend with you. He almost tore the steering turning into my street. As we got to my place,I stepped out of the car like I was entering a bridal suite, leaned into his ears and whispered seductively, “wait for me baby” the king of whisper that unlocks nonsense in men. I got inside, locked the door behind me, stripped, took a long relaxing bath, put my phone on vibration and slept like a newborn. No guilt No shame Just peace. By the time I woke up the next morning, my phone looked like it had been in a custody battle. Twenty missed calls. One message on the Lock Screen: “YOU ARE HEARTLESS” I smiled and texted… “I want you baby” Zaddy texted me and said I will hear from his legal team but before then he will show me pepper. I know he has a lot of military friends, so I’ve planned on moving to another apartment before the end of this month. Before soldiers will destroy my fine face with beating lol.?
