Must Read: me, the girls & my guys dem - Season 1 - Episode 37

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Must Read: me, the girls & my guys dem - Season 1 - Episode 37

I ran after her, she locked up herself in the bathroom. I was worried, why the sudden change in her behaviour?

I stood by the door of the bathroom, pleading and begging her to let me come in. I expected hearing her sobbing but i heard splashes of water . What was she doing?

After six minutes of pleading, she opened the door. I expected to see her eyes swollen because of tears, but her body was wet. It then dawned on me, she was taking her bath. Her fresh sexy wet shining skin made my d!c.k nodded in excitement.

She stood by the door staring at me in anger. Her b.o0b.s gazing at me too.

“what? What your problem? Cant you let me be?” she asked.

“baby am sorry i didnt mean to hurt you, i swear it was alomo that made me loosed control” i begged almost on my knees.

She just brushed past me heading to the room.
Shaking her bom bom forceful. I knew her plan, she wanted to put me in more bondage. I masked the urged of grapping her bom bom and squeezing blood outta it.

I went after her, and started another round of begging. She choosed to ignore me .she went in under the duvet, she layed on her side, backing me.

Hern@ked wet arssse glistening in the light. My d!c.k was getting harder at the wonderful and inviting sight before it.

I simply stood up and wore a super hard jeans, which made my d!c.k surrender in defeat.

I kicked the bottle of alomo. sitting on the edge of the bed, i was lost in thought.

“na so i go loose this girl? Her sweet and tight p---y? Chai! Will i survive it?” those were the thoughts i was contemplating on.

Soon she was snoring. I couldn’t think well again as her snores were disturbing.
I needed a silent place to think about my life. I went to the parlour, the time was 2:53am. It was morning already.

I sat on the sofa, legs crossed. I decided going back to work. Chinyere was coming back that day from canada were she went schooling. I planned calling her again and beg her for forgiveness.

My instict told me she will forgive me. I prayed it should be so. I would have been the happiest man on earth.

I slept off soon. I had a dream. In my dream, my landlord was pursuing me with a two edged cutlass. I ran for my dear life. I was about running to a shelter when adamu surfaced from no where, he landed a stone on my head and i woke up screaming adamu’s name.

It was morning. I took a quick glance at the clock.
It was 8:35am. The door was opened. Who opened it? Thief came in the night?
I raced to the bedroom and lo, aminat was gone. I scratched my head in confusion. Why didnt she wake me up? I sat on the bed, my head bowed in thoughts.

My phone beeped twice. I didnt want to check who called but the phone was right before. I angrily picked it.

I had six missed calls and three messages. One call from my mum, two from peace, and three from joe. Wetin this b-----d want? I asked within.
I checked the messages, mtn and their wahala. Only one messages caught my full attention, it was the one from aminat. I checked the time of the messages,6:02am.

And the message reads… …
The text reads.

“good morning fvcker. Thanks for last night and the treatment you gave me. I appreciate it” i couldnt help smiling at this part but the next lines made me frown

“last night was the last we will ever get down together. And believe me i mean it. At office just be polite. Never bring up this topic again, it’s a close chapter.
Once again, goodmorning b-----d”.

My d!c.k cried cause the messages affected him much.

I just felt like i lost something important. Ya she was important, very important. She was the only girl that could fvck me well. I knew i had started developing feelings for her. I do not know if it was love, lust or infatuation. But at least i cared after her.

I was depressed. Just last week i lost a friend and today another one? No! Ill do anything to restore our relationship.

I called my mum, she asked how am faring. I only told her i needed money and she promised to send money.

I stood up and went outside to sweep. I was almost done sweeping when i heard a voice called me. I looked up and saw happiness. Last night event was played in my brain.

“good go good morniiiing” i stammered.

“goodmorning Bluestarry” she answered and walked nearer to me. It was clear she wasnt respecting me again like before.
Remember she use to call me brother. I had thrown my dignity to the dogs and the was no where i was going to get it back, not until i tap her anvs again.

“how was your night?” i asked standing erect.

“bad, very bad. All thanks to you and your girlfriend” she said sitting down on that log again. The log that fetched me a blow.

“what do you mean?” i asked, anxious to know what she meant.

“your girl’s m0ans and screams were out of hands” she said standing up. She walked to me. I stood there in shocked. So her m0ans were that loud? But i shut the windows now.

“you mean, you heared them?” i asked
“yea and am sure mrs maria heard them too” she said. “let me help you sweep. You know you shouldnt be doing this when you over worked your waist last night. You still need them today” she said as she collected the broom and started sweeping. Her short gown rose up as she bent. Her fresh white laps were in full view.

I forgot to tell you about our neighour, she lived in the same compound but her house was far from mine. The houses were built in series pattern. Mrs maria house was after my landlords own. She had a daughter. We called her nkem, a 15yr old beautiful girl, who will fit perfectly into modelling. At 14 she had acquired all what a woman suppose to have. Her only problem was her nyash was too big for her with her slim frame.

No no no. Not what you are thinking. She lived with her father, a naval officer. Go try am if you wan die for ocean.

Sorry for deflecting from the story.

Happiness continued sweeping she swiftly turned her face and caught me oogling at her.
A smile crept pass her face as she lifted her head up.

“so the one wey you do last night no reach you?” she asked and dropped the broom on the ground.

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