Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

6 years ago

Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

“Where have you been?” I asked and she smiled.

“Have you been looking for me?” she asked and I nodded. She smiled again.

“But you don’t like inviting me to your lodge.”

“Well, my girl is unpredictable, she can even walk in here now,” I said.

“Well, you should come to my lodge.”

I thought about it, it seemed nice but I was comfortable in home matches where the pitch is mine and I was conversant with the terrain. Cynthia was a play girl no doubt and her body count might even make mine weep and I didn’t need a repeat of that night at that muscled guy’s house where I preached my konji away.

I decided I may like that shag her for a night but I shouldn’t keep her as a regular girl.
And that was what I did.

She made me a nice indomie and added Amstel Malt to it and made me Pour it all out almost immediately. And then I continued my search.

As an Estate Manager, I was learning to have eyes on properties with very good potentials and this discipline I spread out to other endeavors of my life, like girls with potentials of being very beautiful with the right touch.

I found one around my faculty. I loved her instantly and her figure was the numero 8.
She wore some casual type of dresses that hid her assets but a nigga like me knew she had them and I went for her. She was dark tho but I didn’t mind. Chinaza won’t deliver anytime soon and Eva was getting married.

I walked up to her one day. She seemed quiet and the type you could easily force a smile out of.

“Cynthia?” I called her and she looked at me with a frown.

“Sorry, shey your name is Cynthia?” I asked. I didn’t even know her name but that was better than walking up to a girl and asking for her name straight up.

She shook her head and continued giving me the “Do-I-Know-You” look.

“Sorry, I thought it was your name,” I said and sat beside her.

“What is that your name again?”
I asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I thought I knew you from somewhere but maybe I am wrong but if I knew your name then I won’t call you something else. Or should I give you a name?” I asked. She nodded with a smile.

“Beauty,” I said and she laughed.

“See, you are blushing already,” I said. More laughter from her. Nice, we were blending in.

“What is your own name?” she asked after she had stopped laughing.

“Beast. Call me beast like beauty and the beast.”

She started again, Jeez, I didn’t even know I was that funny. Few minutes after, I was abandoning my lecture and following her to hers. Nobody was surprised, everyone knew I had that player factor in me. Eva was inviting me over with her eyes but I was a bachelor.

I have no business with married women.
So inside that lecture hall, I was the odd one out. Everyone seemed to be understanding except me. Well I kept myself busy with Beauty’s fingers. She let me have them and I loved holding onto it. She knew how to smile and I loved girls like that and by the time the class ended, we were two meters away from being couples. Yes, I had that Charisma.

“So will you be coming to school tomorrow?” I asked and she shook her head. I myself had classes the next day but I was willing to sacrifice it all for her.

“Maybe you should come around to my place, see how I live?”

“I don’t know if I will have the chance,” she replied.

“Don’t worry, you will. Can I have your number?” I asked and popped out my Nokia torch. It rang almost immediately and Queen was written on the caller interface.

I hid it away from her and busied the call.
Chinaza had this attitude of showing up when she was not needed. I had barely opened up my dialer when her call came in again, haa, Chinaza! I busied it again and took Beauty’s numbers before Naza will come and call again.

“My name is Chidimma,” she said and I stored the number with Mma, an equivalent of Beauty in Igbo. I am always right. I forced a hug out of her and we embraced deeply. I watched her go, swaying her fine hips out of my very face. I shook my head and turned to go. Another call from my queen came in. I picked.

“Baby yo, how are you doing?” I yelled into the speaker, garnering some attention from around.

“I am not doing anything, why have you been cutting my calls?”

“I was in the class sweetheart, sorry.”

“Sorry nke gi, come and open the door for me abeg.”

“Naza are you in my lodge?” I asked.

“No I am in your house,” she replied and cut the call. Did I mention that Naza had the attitude of showing up when she was not needed?