Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Blood is thicker than water, even Akamu.
I appreciated that saying at my dad’s office.

So I and Willie popped into his place of work around 12 pm the next day after Willie have treated me to Nico and Vinc’s “That’s how you know you Forked up” in mom’s car.

We were blocked by his secretary. She wanted to call him before we can go in. Imagine, our own father. We relaxed shaa, we didn’t want to start the day with more Fork ups, knowing the sensitivity of our mission.

“He said you should wait a while before coming in.”

She still had the phone to her ear when she passed us the message.

“What do you mean?” Willie protested.

“But he is our father!” I added.

“And so what? My friend wait there!”
That was my father shouting over the phone. We heard him Loud and clear. So we just mellowed and waited. We took a seat facing the secretary.

“So you mean shape wasn’t a virgin?”
Willie nodded and winked at me.

“Jesus, so I had something like that under my nose and you just came and took it away?”

“You are still learning naa, how can you expect a girl like that to be a virgin.”

I nodded and shook my head at the same time.

“Willie you are an Idiot.”

He eyed me and laughed. The secretary eyed us and I was forced to look at her. My right eye observed her face on which she placed reading glasses like she actually knows anything.

It reminded me of when I loved to watch women on glasses Adult movie, they are always good looking.

Meanwhile, my left eyes was placed on my favorite part of the female body, not the b0s0m, the the other side.

She wore p@anties but the dark shade didn’t let me know the exact color and her laps were thick. That allowed me estimate the size of her booty and I was wowed by my findings.

“I swear he is Bleeping this one, that’s why she wore short skirt and pant instead of tights, to allow her pull off fast fast,” Willie whispered into my ears.

“Who is Bleeping her?” I whispered back.

“Popsy naa.”

I eyed him.

“Guy are you sure?”
“Dey there, you don’t know your father.”