The Uncommon Type

After having TGIF with my girls at the club, I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted, my throat was parched, and my head ached from all the alcohol I had at the club.

I checked the time and discovered it was already past nine.

I got off the bed, and went into my kitchen to make some coconut water which I kept in my fridge to help with my hangover. I was in the process of getting it, when my phone rang. Aminu was the one calling.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hey Louisa, how are you doing? Good morning." His sexy as ever.

"Good morning, I'm doing okay how about you?"

"I'm doing great, hope you slept well?"

"Yeah I did, how was your night?"

"My night?" He asked, as if trying to know if I meant what I just asked.

"Yes, how was your night?" I repeated myself, wondering why he isn't answering the question.

"Umm you know what that question means right?"

"Yes....., It means how did you sleep?"