Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

“Is this Tecno?” the guy asked and I shook my head, joining shape on the floor. “Infinix,” I murmured.

“So you no even get iPhone,” he asked me again. I shook my head.

“Is he a thief?” I asked shape in whisper. She shook her head.

“No, he is my boyfriend.”

Even the guy laughed. I didn’t laugh shaa neither did shape. Only the guy laughed.

“So as you big like this, you no get iPhone? Wetin I wan use China infinix do?” the guy asked and I was tempted to call him a fool, only the gun in his hand stopped me.

“Chairman, I broke like this,” I managed to say, hoping to extract pity from the guy.

“You broke and you dy carry this kind of beautiful girl,” he said. I looked at shape and back to him.

“This one? She is my junior sister ni, where I see money to carry girl?” I asked. He observed shape and licked his lips.

“This your sister go sweet gan,” he said. Shape sniffed.

“Bros abeg, she is a virgin,” I said and noticed the look of disbelief on his face.

“Virgin carry all these things?” he asked.

“I am surprised myself,” I said.

“And how did you know?” he asked me.

“No be me and am dy stay like this?” I asked.

“No be your sister again?” he asked with a grin.

“I mean…” I stammered.

“I understand, as in sister in Christ,” he said with a smile. I sniffed without a word again.

“Bad guy,” he hailed me. I smiled uneasily. He went for my laptop sitting on my refrigerator and unplugged it. I felt the tears chocking my throat.

“You fit buy am back if you get money o,” he said, smiling wickedly at me.

“How much?” I asked.

“20k.”

“Bros abeg, I thought we were friends already, you na my fellow guy naa. No do this thing. Take the phone and leave the lappy for me abeg,” I begged.

“We no be friends guy, we fit be friends tomorrow but no be this night. How person go dy steal from you, you sef go dy call am your friend?” he murmured, feeling my pocket. He felt my Nokia torchlight, the phone after my own heart.

“Give me that phone,” he commanded.
“Bros na Nokia torch o,” I said, looking up at him with pity in my eyes and pulling the phone hurriedly from my pocket, he had his gun in my face.

“E no matter, phone na phone,” he said, putting the phone in his pocket.

I was calculating how to pull a Jackie Chan on him when my door opened. Another of them peeped in, a gun in his hand too.