Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

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Must Read: Diary Of A Broke Playboy

I was beaten up the next day by Willie. I was on the floor and my trap queen was no where to be found.

“Where is she?” I asked, kneeling on the rug and wiping my face with my hands and giving out a huge yawn.

“Where is who?” he asked me.


“The girl, the one I left with,” I said and tried remembering her name.

It then occurred to me that we exchanged weed, dranks, d!cks and K!ttyC@t but not our names. Willie understood that and let out his dry laughter.

“You should know her, after all she lives in your lodge,” I said and stood up after my knees had been paining me.


“That one? She doesn’t live here,” Willie said and I stared at him, trying to see the joke in his eyes.

“What do you mean? Who owns this room then?”

“Her boyfriend, one very mean guy like that.”

My mouth was wide open for a couple of seconds.

“That girl is mad. What if the nigga had walked in on us,” I asked, seconds after closing my mouth.

“And he has a gun. As in the type that splits the brain into two,” Willie said.

My jaw dropped again.

“But don’t worry, the guy is doing one week I. T in anti cult’s cell. He will be coming back in the evening,” he continued.

I didn’t let him finish. I packed my clothes on the floor and walked my way back into my brothers room. James was there, smoking the stub of a weed. The nigga was addicted already.

We spent the rest of the day, drinking the left over liquor and sharing sticks of weed. No food was in sight and the more we smoked, the hungrier we got and the more we smoked.

“Do you know where the girl went to?” I asked Willie as I handed him over the leftover burning stick.

“No, but it’s not very hard to find her.
Just locate all the uncompleted buildings around this area. By the time you have seen five of them, you must have seen where she is buying weed,” Willie replied casually.
It was so damn funny but that was exactly what I did.

So many uncompleted lodges littered the whole place but I was lucky enough to meet her on her way home. I was able to assume it was her due to her peculiar curves. She had a bit of gap in between her thighs, a Sekxy one and I took the few seconds we spent apart to examine her properly and she was every inch my favorite type of girl except the part of her that loves weed and dranks, well, life was an adventure and I was willing to explore that type of girl.

I cuddled her to me right there on the street and she pecked me, her mouth having the smell of a mixture of Marijuana and Pepper mint.

“Where did you go?” I asked as we walked back home, my ever horny hand on her waist, hers on mine.

“I went to see a friend,” she replied.


“What is your name by the way? I asked.


“Tasha,” she murmured.

“Did you say Shisha?” I asked with a load of surprise in my face.

I shouldn’t be surprised in the first place.
For a girl like her that loved weed like I loved my mother, her name could be Anwuru [smoke] too, it wouldn’t matter.

She laughed and pinched me.

“I said Tasha, as in Natasha.”

“Ooh, I am Chinecherem,” I said and she nodded.

“I know.”

“How did you know?” I asked her.


“You told me last night, many times.”

“How come you didn’t tell me yours?”

“I told you mine, many times but you were too high,” she said and laughed. I only imagined how much I had embarrassed myself that night.


We landed at Willie’s door like a bunch of witches.

“Where did you find her?” Willie asked as he tore a pack of spaghetti.

“In the church nearby,” I said. He laughed hard and long.

“This one? Church?” Willie’s friend asked.

“Yes, Maybe she went to smoke the frankincense,” Willie said.

I stifled a laughter.

She rolled her eyes at him with a smile on her face.

“This one that can smoke anything as so far say e dy comot smoke. Even car exhaust pipe,” Willie Said again.

Everyone laughed.

Tasha dragged me off to her room.

I had no business with those high guys.

They didn’t have a K!ttyC@t and Tasha had better food. Not that I didn’t go back to eat the spaghetti with Willie and Co.

I left the lodge with James later in the day.
Against both our wills but everything that had a start has an end. I left with Tasha’s number and she stayed back with mine.

She was beautiful and hot and Sekxy and bad.
I needed to hook up again sometime in the future. We hit my former lodge around 3 pm and I met shape there. James was already feeling sleepy, so was I. So he went into his room and I went into shape’s.

There was no rest with Shape, so she dragged me into another Romance. One that left her with only her wrapper around her waist and I with only my boxers on.

We were at it when the door opened and Chinaza stood there. Her tummy bulging and her eyes bulging too. I withdrew from Shape in 0.1 seconds and stood facing Chinaza.

“I don Fork up again,” I yelled in my mind. I couldn’t exactly describe the look on my face as Naza just stood there, shaking her head at me with her eyes getting wet.

She moved in a little and like a pack of cards, she slumped to the ground.