NB: The pictures I use here, are not mine. I took them from the internet.
Abena's passion story
Chapter 4
Soππππ
Raymond was standing in front of my door smilingπ.
"How did you find my room?" I asked.
"What can I say. I'm a genius"π
I stood there glaring at him.
"Are you just going to stand there checking me out. Let
a poor guy come in"☺
π£π£π£π£
I stood aside and let him come in and he sat on my bed
comfortably like I was his girlfriend or something.π
"Why are you here? We just finished up with our
deal"π
"Mmm...she doesn't miss me...I'm not satisfied".
"Are you for real? You know that you'll have to pay me
again. Right?".
"Yeah I knowπ.
Why are you acting like I'm the only one having fun here"πΌ
"ππ. You have no
idea how mad I am". I said pushing him on the bed and Voila we did our
business.
Yeah..I'm addicted Oo..but I haven't found the right person
to be addicted with.
I guess Ray is the right one.
For weeks we kept on doing our business. I slept over often
and sometimes he slept over at my side too.
It was really funππ»
But still I hadn't told him much about me. We barely talk.
Our body was always in it's own conversation.π
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There was a certain day, that I didn't send my car to class
and he offered me a ride.
Yeah, I argued a lot but still gave in. I didn't want to be
seen with him in public, for people to tag us as a couple and I didn't want to
spoil my business.
As we were in the car, I didn't want to talk to him, so I
stayed glued to my phone.
He tried creating a conversation but I ignored him.
Then his phone went off blasting one of Tyga's track.
Mm..a fan of Tyga too, I seeπ
He picked the call and was talking to his mum, I presume, due
to the words he uttered.
"No mum, she's not my girlfriend".
Those words cut me a little bit for a second. Then I shook it
off.
He handed me his phone.
"I'm not taking that".
"C'mon just say hello".
I snatched the phone from his hand.
"Hello"
"Hello, how are you?", from her accent I could
tell she isn't African. I guess that's why he is half-coππ».
"I'm fine and you?"
"I'm finer".
I laughed at this
"I just warned to say hi to who my son has talked a lot
about".
I blushed.
Mothers are really good at matchmaking. Smh.
"Oh really"
Yeah yeah yeah we talked for a while and I gave the phone
back to him and he continued his conversation with his mum.
Finally we got to pent and I was about to get out but he
pulled me back and I knew exactly what he wanted, I was about to start then he
cut me off.
"Not that, I want to talk"
"You know I don't want to"π£
"Yeah. That's why I'm doing the talking".
"Start talking"
"I want to take you out on a date........
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