Adeyemi Falade
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His WhatsApp message came in just as I was about to take a shower
“Come to my room, let’s play”
Lmao I was just staring at my phone like wait, wait, wait, does this one think I want to shag him? Smh these privileged boys think they can just take from the ‘cake’ anytime they want. Pun intended.
I had a job to do that day, and I was not about to let one idiot get in the way of that, so I dressed up and went out.
Fast forward to when I got back in the room. I got another text.
“If you are not too tired, we can chill by the pool side and talk till you are tired”
The idea of the pool side and fresh clean air sounded nice, so I said yes.
We talked and laughed over cocktails and sandwiches. Oh he was a real gentleman, paid attention, smiled that his sweet smile when needed and looked at me like a human being, not like those ones that look at you like barbecued chicken that they can’t wait to tear apart.
Like a classic movie scene, you would expect what follows the by-the-pool moment to be a tender or violent sheet activity.
He probably thought so too, because when we rode up in the elevator, I didn’t get off with him (no pun intended), he looked at me with shock, like I had broken an unspoken rule, like I had angered the gods of sheet activities, like I was the reason why some men can’t get it up.
I want bae, but I’m not about to start shagging some boy I just met, so I really even wasn’t bothered if he was in his room breaking things in anger.
If he wants the cookie, he has to be a bit more extra. If not, then ain’t nobody got time for that shiiiiiiit. ????????????
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