Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

“Hello,” she sang out and my body quivered.

“Are you looking for someone?” James asked. I gave him a killer look.

“How can someone be in my room and you are asking her if she is looking for someone? Can’t you see she is looking for me.”

The damsel smiled and my heart melted.

“Erm sorry, Chinaza said I should meet Chinecherem here,” she said and my heart skipped. Why would Naza send a girl like her to my room?. My heart actually skipped, I gave her a confused look with my lower jaw hanging in the air.

“I mean, Chinaza that lives here with her sister,” she explained and my brain clicked. I had almost forgotten that shape’s name was Chinaza.

“Okay?"

“Yes, she said I should get the key for her room from you.”

Well,I shot a look at the key where I kept it on my fridge and decided I wasn’t going to let this girl out of my room so easily.

“She didn’t give me the key, maybe she forgot,” I said and James eyed me like I was the cause of his scratches. Everyone knew that shape gives me her keys each time she is Leaving, just in case her sister comes in unexpectedly. The girl gave a despaired look and I came to the rescue like spider man.

“Well, you can stay here and wait for her, she will soon be back anyways,”
I offered. She accepted and said she was going to get her things outside. We nodded, James was already poke nosing , so it was the two of us that nodded. The girl left, leaving the sweetest smell I have ever seen behind.

“Guy this one is mine,” James whispered and got down from the table.

“You are mad,” I replied. He looked very serious and I told him we could share her. He would be sending her love messages while I will be doing the rest. He didn’t like the idea and wanted to swap it the other way, like I will he sending the messages and he would be doing the rest, well I didn’t like the idea as well.

“Let me change, I’m coming to keep you guys company,” he said and moved to the door.

“Guy respect yourself, better stay in your room and continue that scratching.”

He laughed his way out of the room.

The chic came back in with her traveling bag and dropped it on my reading table. She soon relaxed on the bed and faced the T.V.
Something within me was telling me to go and hold her there but luckily enough, I had the gift of distinguishing between the voice of God and that of the devil.

“So what is your own name?” I asked her and she turned to me.

“Chinecherem,” she answered.

“No, I didn’t ask you for my name, I mean your own name.”
She smiled and revealed her very beautiful dentition.

“My name is Chinecherem.”
I nodded and kept quiet. She turned back to the T.v and I turned back to observing her from the back. Her curves were ok, she had the body of my baby, Naza before she got pregnant. She was Chocolate complexioned and I was sure she would taste like one.

“Are you shape’s sister?” I asked.

“Eh?”
“Sorry, I mean Chinaza, are you her sister?”
“Yes, she is my cousin.”

I nodded and smiled. I can’t have Shape but her sister, God help us. She even bears my name. Who feels a connect here? If you do, shout hallelujah.