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I suppose I should be happy,
two, or is it three? Guys were literally fighting over me. But it’s not fair, I only want one!
It
had been 6 days, 14 hours and 13 minutes since the scene at Amaranto, the most
embarrassing day of Kemi’s life so far. Sola had pulled her out of harms way
and then gone to join in with the bouncers in separating the fight. He had then
taken her home, a place she no longer allowed him to frequent recklessly since
his big reveal. Clearly thinking that he had found his window, he gave her a mock
lecture on the perils of too much alcohol and of wearing teeny tiny skirts while
trying to engage her in a stimulating match of tonsil hockey. It took a
‘playful’ slap from her to get him to stop acting like a crazed beast and leave
her be to nurse what would surely be the hangover of Satan himself.
6
days, 14 hours and 13 minutes. She only knew this because this was also the
same amount of time she had been constantly talking to The Suitor for. They had
seen each other two more times since then; once when they went to the movies to
see “Think Like A Man” and again when they went on a ‘picnic’ on Primrose Hill.
Whose silly romantic idea was that?!
**Covers head in shame at the thought of herself running away from
grasshoppers** Of course the Disciple had forgiven her, in fact she hadn’t
even had to apologise, he apologised for getting jealous and insecure and she
graciously accepted. All those poise
classes are finally paying off.
Today
was going to be their third date, well it wasn’t really a date so much as a
gathering but still Kemi was excited. Stephanie (one of The Girls) was having a
pool party that weekend and The Suitor would be present. Time to show off this summer body I’ve been working on! Also let it
be known that Stephanie is filthy rich and spoilt rotten by her father.
At
Stephanie’s house on the event day:
Remy:
Today is going to be too mad, Steph did your dad get the DJ sorted out?
Stephanie:
Ahh, of course now, you shouldn’t even have to ask.
Nkechi:
Alcohol nko? There’s no rockies without the sauce oh!
Kemi:
Guys, this is Steph we’re talking about, has she ever dulled us?
Steph:
Help me ask these harlots oh!
Remy:
**mock offence** I’m not a whore, but I do plan on being one tonight
All
laugh
Kemi:
Technically the time for the party is now, what’s everyone wearing? I think we
should start getting ready now.
2
hours later. Yes it took 2 hours to get
ready for a pool party; we are fine girls, stop judging us!
Kemi:
Umm, guys.. My skirt wouldn’t zip. Somebody come and try, it must zip by force
today! Lord please let the skirt zip, I
would never try and fit my ass into a size 6 again!
Nkechi:
Come here let me try
After
heaving and ho-ing for about 20 minutes, the girls were about to give up on
Kemi’s skirt until Steph had a brilliant idea!
Steph:
I think the zip is just stuck, come let me sew you into it.
All
agree. Another 20 minutes and the skirt is done, people are already arriving
downstairs and you can hear the DJ blasting Wizkid and M.I. Getting downstairs
there is an array of topless boys and scantily clad girls but mostly topless
boys, or that’s what Kemi sees anyways. Today
is going to be a great day. She wonders of to find the Suitor whom she
knows has arrived and finds him seated in a circle with his usual posse and a
few extras. Of course Remy has found Jide and is sitting comfortably on his
lap, she marks her territory so well. When he sees her he picks her up and
spins her around playfully and kisses her forehead.
Suitor:
Hey baby, I’ve missed you today. 6 days
and we’re already on baby? Well I suppose he is American. You should have
warned me you were looking so hot, definitely ain’t mad at that skirt!
Kemi:
Haha, don’t make me blush.
Suitor:
**sitting down** come sit with me
She
can feel the scalding looks the Ex is giving her from the other side of the
circle. Na you oh, jealousy go worry you
tey today.
As
Kemi adjusts her skirt and begins the slow descent that would ultimately end
with her backside on the Suitors muscular thighs, she hears a funny sound and
feels a cold gush of air on her backside.
Don’t. Tell. Me. My. Skirt.
Just. Ripped. Please Heavenly father say it isn’t so!
Hahaha....Skirt ripping..LMAO
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