My boyfriend was supposed to come and see me this evening at 6:30 pm, but something delayed him, so I got angry. Then he became furious and shouted at me, so I refused to take his calls, only for me to get a text from him (Nkem, I’m at your estate gate). There was no need to dress up since it was already dark. So, I stepped out with my bum shorts, a big shirt, and my mean face. Only for him to hug me from the back, gave me stuff he bought for me, and he started apologizing for shouting at me.
So, I just went to sit in the back seat of the car because whenever I’m mad at him, I will sit in the back while he turns my driver. Long story short, he slid down to the back and started kissing me, then I reciprocated. Omo baba unbuttoned my shirt, kissed my neck, and the rest was history, but the quickie was top-notch (inside his car). Well, I’m no longer mad at him. I love you, baby.
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