Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

Episode 6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

We danced and made merry all through the night. James’s father let us have a crate of beer to ourselves and we drank it up like fishes. James had this mad home theater in his room and we b@nged it up with run town’s mad over you track. The ladies around were either older than I was or not fine enough for my standard so I just mingled with my bottle of Heineken. I was at it and also shaking my head to the rhythm of music banging away when I felt a light touch on my arm. I turned and Chinemelum stood before me with a plate of steaming jollof rice in her hand. I took it from her and dropped it on the table with a thank you.

“Where are you going?” I asked as she turned to go. She pointed in the direction of the kitchen and I nodded.

“Will you come back?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Well I want you to come back,” I said, flashing her my Mr charming smile. She smiled back.

“I will try.”

She left the room brushing James who was already on his way in. He came in and shot daggers at me with his eyes.

“Nothing naa, she only brought me food,” I protested.

“Next time, tell me. I will even add more meat for you.”

He dropped more chilled beer on the bed and we knocked ourselves out. Real out.

Things moved so fast and I soon found myself at the far corner of the fence, in the darkness with Chinemelum. We weren’t kissing or smooching as most of you would think. She held a bowl of water while I bent low, vomiting the destiny out of my life. I’v had too many to drink and the consequences hit me like a mark trailer. It was my second time of vomiting that evening and she was there through it all, heaping me with sorry.

I took the bowl from her and washed my face and then rinsed my mouth.

“Thank you,” I murmured, staggering to stand erect. She smiled and her dimples showed.

“I would have kissed you but I am afraid I may vomit on you,” I said and she smiled again.

“Don’t worry, maybe tomorrow.”

I assumed the answer was conjured up by the liquor in my blood and sent to my brain because if it wasn’t so then it means she would actually allow me kiss her tomorrow.
Jeez. Why do girls love me so, or is it because I love them?.

We walked into the house, leaning on each other. She left me at the door to James’ room. I pecked her cheek and she smiled. She bade me Goodnight and left. I watched her go and realized How beautiful and innocent she looked. She was the type that I had always loved to kiss and hug but never Fork.

She looked too innocent and beautiful to be messed up plus James would poison the next drink he would offer me.

I staggered into the room and James was already snoring his life away. I fell beside him and prayed I don’t vomit on him.

I and James lay in the room wasted the next day, staring at the ceiling and trying to kill the headache with soft blues. We brushed around 9 am and fell back into the room. We had no business around, everything was already being taken care of.