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After chatting and freely jisting my heart out with him,i got to know him.he ws relly nice,sweet and just gentle.I really got sick. It was either

My mom just called me,

My mom bought me this Armani jacket,

My mom thinks I should change my car,

My mom is leaving for London tonight,

My mom just got to Italy,

My mom just called to know if I have eaten

(Did I tell y’all that I finished my ssce?)

I really took my time to think if it was a good idea honoring the invitation. After giving it great thought and consulting my BFF, I set the time and the ball rolled.

He told me she’s a gold and lace merchant on the island. She imports clothes and leather accessories from Italy and London.

That day,the driver picked me at ikota shopping complex, we drove for while, and got to ikoyi.He told me we had gotten to their residence but I thought we were at some kinda 5star hotel. Seeing the crib and the efizi at their residence, I had to check out my looks to see if I was o.k. I knew I looked good, I just shrugged away the possibility of anybody looking down on me (besides me too, I get bad mouth)

I got down from the ride, and he was just standing there, wearing a nice pair of jeans, shirt and matching sneakers. Looking so calm and sexy.
Hey, welcome to my crib
Thank you.
Please do come in.

I walked and walked and walked, I almost got angry and asked if we needed transportation within the building. He just started laughing and said we were going to the dining room.
He Pulled out a chair for me, I sat down and chatted over vegetable salad.
The way he beckoned on the cooks made me think of Eddy Murphy in coming to America.
After a few minutes of jisting, she came down.
Damn!

She looks good.

Her make-up was superb. (I want to believe she has a live in makeup artiste.)

She smelt great.

Good Money is good.

Arab money is better.

She showered herself with gold in all the right places.

Her lace was ……………….

I wasn’t here to impress so I just greeted her the way I should (without putting my knees to the ground)

She answered me, sat down, and kissed her son (like I care)

We chatted for a very long while and ate a very good meal, after which she asked him to show me round the house that she needed to pack for her next trip to Dublin.(GOOD THING-she didn’t make any suggestive statements like I was dating her son)
I didn’t envy him anymore. His mom was never around and his father was even worse.
He didn’t stop telling me how lonely and boring being an only child was.
He went on to tell me how sure he was that I was going to like him……….. (Na WA ooooo)

I told him he’s just an arrogant piece of crap.

And he told me that I was mistaking his confidence for arrogance.hhmmmnnnnn
Very funny.
Anyway, I was going to get a cab when he told me that he couldn’t let a cab drop me off.
He drove out a car from the garage and took me to golden gate restaurant (not too far from his house) oooohhhh boy.

We drank a little and he took me home. Right to the front of my house. (Or rather my aunt’s house, didn’t want to go back to festac because there was so much fun on the island)

Goodnight…

Goodnight…wanted to see if he was in a haste to kiss me.

Hhhmmmnnn just a peck on my forehead.
Niceee

Called 5mins later to know if I was ok.

As usual, I called BFF and told her how things went.…………
She laughed and said, not bad arall