Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

My brother is the most useful brother one can ever have. All I needed was a WhatsApp Chat and Willie was more than willing to invite Shape to his school. If you had shape as a girlfriend, trust me, you would want to invite her everyday. And if you had a boyfriend like Willie, trust me, you will never refuse his invite especially when I found out he took more than 50k for that his tuxedo. I am the only broke playboy in our family as it is.

[/B]“She is 18 years old, I think she can take care of herself. But if you asked us, we are more than willing to help.”[/B] I told Shape and turned to James who nodded in agreement.

“The two of you?” she asked looking at the both of us. We nodded.

“I will rather keep her in a brothel.”

“Good, keep her there naa, it’s the two of us that will still go and visit her there,”
James said. We all laughed.

She didn’t have a choice, she left to visit Willie and Chinecherem stayed back. Under both our cares actually. She was here for her Jamb so we thought we might as well teach her a thing or two.

So it wasn’t until shape left that we came to realize that she wasn’t our only problem. We had forgotten about our ownership fight. Apparently, we couldn’t share her.

“Don’t worry, Just give me 2 weeks and then you can have her,” James offered. I smiled and shook my head.

“You want me to insert my preek the same place you have inserted that your prick you have been scratching since, no way bro.”

“So what do we do, I don’t like a type of 3some where there is only one girl,” he said and I shook my head.

“Me too, I don’t like it.”
We sat facing the T.v in silence, I was contemplating on leaving her for James, that way, if he takes her out, then I can tag along as an observer and he would have to pay for the 3 of us. It was shaping to be an excellent idea until Chinecherem walked into the room clutching her Jamb past question. She wore this gown, skimpy gown that highlighted her curvitude and Sekxy body. Her jugs jiggled as she walked in, a pretty smile on her shinning face. I changed my mind instantly.

“I need help with my maths,” she said, looking at me first and then at James.

“We are busy, stay there and wait,” James answered her, pointing to the reading chair. She obeyed and I turned to James.

“What if we did try your luck?” I asked him and Chinecherem turned to us.

“For what?” She asked.

“We are not talking to you, wait until we finish,” I snapped and returned to facing James. He nodded and I picked a paper and pen. I tore the paper into 2 and on one I wrote “She’s mine” and on the other I wrote “I lost her”. I sq££zed them and shook my head.

“The things we do for girls,” I murmured and sq££zed one more than the other.

“I will pick first,” I protested and James shook his head violently. We argued back and forth and Chinecherem watched us, drooling with laughter, oblivious of the fact that the fight was over her.

“It was me that brought the idea and it was also me that wrote it so I’m supposed to choose first,” I argued and James thought about it. The argument seemed to hold water to him so he obliged me. Like a hitman, I made my pick and he made his.

“Nooo, you cheated,” James yelled and I laughed, apparently I had won the girl but James thought otherwise.

Another argument ensued and Chinecherem continued laughing at the drama. If only she knew we were deciding her fate right there.
Another amicable agreement came. James was to rewrite it. He did and, what were you expecting?. He won.

We went back and forth and our bone of contention watched us thinking it was all funny.

“Guy, you know you are my guy, almost my bro,” James started and I just eyed him with my hand on my cheek. “Just let me have this one.”

I shook my head in disagreement.

“Ok, see what will happen,” I said and he watched me anxiously.

“Let’s ask her.”
“Ask her what?”
“The one she wants,” I said giving him signs with my eyes.

“No, I don’t trust her,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied. So we sat there, observing our minute of silence, thinking and hoping for solution when James’ eyes went to door and a triumphant smile crept out of his fine face. I followed the direction of his gaze and my eye met that of my Baby mama standing at my door.

Apparently, I have lost the conquest. Finito.