Mr Right BY Evanston Alexander Daisy - CHAPTER 2 [STORY]
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The next morning my head was as light as a
feather, I strained my eyes to look at the clock by
the side of the bed I'd found myself in.
It Was past eight. My eye's soon adjusted and I
realised I wasn't at my house.
'this is a hotel room'. I told myself. I was quite
shaken now, then slowly, very slowly, i bent my
head and looked at my body under the bedsheet.
I was naked, well, not completely, i had nothing
on except my bra and panties. My heart skip a
beat, then i remembered.
'the man from the club. My God! who the hell
was he? Did anything happen last night? Did he
use me?'.
I tried hard to remember, I couldn't, i was too
drunk last night.
I held my head as I got up and knocked on the
bathroom door, no answer, he had left.
'Perfect'. I groaned to myself.
'I break up with my boyfriend, waste myself and
then i have sex with some random guy from a
club, who dumps me in a hotel room like some
cheap whore. Way to go Josephine, you should be
proud of yourself' i held back tears.
I had a quick shower, no, a guilty shower, it was
when i got out thinking of what to wear that i
sighted a dress by the table, my own clothes were
nowhere to be found.
The dress looked expensive, the type celebrities
wore, I'm a Lagos girl, plus and minus that dress
should be worth close up to twelve thousand
naira, so it definitely wasn't mine, but i had no
clothes, so it had to do.
The dress was a perfect fit, made me look fancy,
but i felt bad, i felt angry, at myself, at Tobi and
at the pervert who'd brought me here.
'Oh wow' i exclaimed hysterically as i sat down
to cry.
'He got me a new dress, Nice. He explores my
body, then gets me a dress' .
I hated myself for letting my emotions get the
better of me,what was wrong with me? This was
definitely unlike me.
I sighted my phone on the bed and made for it,
under it was a note, written in very fine
handwriting I must add, it read..
' Good morning honey, I hope you slept well, im
sorry I have to run to work, i would've stayed till
you woke up. You're at bayside hotels Surulere. I
left you transport money as I kinda forgot to
bring your purse with us last night, please drink
alot of water. Desmond'.
'Desmond? That's it? I only get to know his
name? I didn't even have his phone number, I
counted the money, five thousand naira.
' Who's this guy anyway?'.
I asked myself.
' A fucking showoff!'.
I threw the money on the bed, leaving the room.
I left the hotel feeling so much remorse,so much
rage, so much hate, so much pain, i felt too many
things at the same time, I thought I would burst.
'Taxi!'
I flagged down a cab.
'Club Ten please'
I bent looking at the elderly man in the ill kept
Peugeot car.
He nodded. '400 naira madam'.
I agreed.
'No problem, You'll just have to wait for me to
pick up my purse inside'.
he nodded his head again, rushing out to open
the door i clearly having difficulty with.
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