Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

“Emeka do fast make we commot here,” he said and then stared at my plasma TV on the wall.

“This guy get better television o. If to say we carry car come.”

“No worry, next time. At least we don get like five laptops,” the Emeka said with a smile, pointing at my laptop. I actually cried, only that there was no tear.

He parked his loot and headed for the door.

“Fine girl, goodnight,” he said to shape and turned to me. “My guy we go see next time eh. Try buy iPhone, e dy cost pass all this infinix and tecno,” he said. I ignored him. He closed my door and shape sniffed then he opened the door again.

“Come,” he called me. I stood up and walked to him, fidgeting to break his head when he turned his back but I saw about five other guys outside, some had pump actions.

“Who get that room wey them lock?” he asked me, pointing at Shape’s room.

“She is not around, she went home,” shape answered rather hurriedly.

“You sure?” he asked her and she nodded.

“No need to waste time. We already get enough things,” he said to his colleagues. They nodded and started moving. He turned to me.

“Oga e go be naa. Lock your room and continue your brother on sister in Christ sleep,” he said and walked away. I closed my door and fell to the floor.

“What happened?” I asked shape and she explained. They had knocked on the door and she thought it was James or some other of our lodge mates. She opened the door and found out otherwise. Now my laptop was gone and my two phones. James scampered into my room almost crying.

“Guy they cleared my wardrobe,” he said and sat beside me on the floor.

“They nearly raped Shape,” I announced.

“Did you watch?” James asked me, a bit of excitement on his face. Shape hissed and was ignored.

“I said nearly guy, he no touch am.”
James hissed and we sat there, James’s face on the floor and his hand on his head. My gaze was all on Shape, somehow, I only managed to remember that wonderful dream before the mofo woke me up.

“Thank God,” I muttered. James and Shape turned to me.

“For what?” She asked me.

[/B] “They didn’t steal your K!ttyC@t,”[/B] I said.

James fell on the floor and Shape hissed.

I spent the next day crying over my laptop and my Nokia torch. The phone had all my beautiful female contacts, my heart was simply broken.
Shape kept consoling me, after all her room wasn’t robbed and when we were alone inside, I was crying, hissing and throwing my hands on my head, she had asked me.

“Do you want to sU-Ck b0s0m?” jingling her b0s0m with a wide smile
I looked at her with a mighty frown and then threw my face away. After all, hers was just a pair of breasts, my stolen phone’s contact had many of assorted colors, sizes and many more.