Chap 20

MY OUTFIT....

I was seen wearing a red body con. a multilayered necklace made of real diamond worth 7.8 million Naira. and to complete the look...I had my fancy silver party purse and a silver stilettoes. and, oh, I forgot a pearl bracelet.

DON'T WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH IT COSTS... YOU MIGHT DIE IN SHOCK..

Well, don't blame me....I might be late but my lateness was worth it. I was gorgeous, cute, sexy, err..... what other word?

Now, I can see my beautified perfection was working magic on my fans, viewers and

and crushes, because they all were jaw dropped. They were all taking pictures.

NOT AGAIN!.... PRESS! JOURNALISTS! THEY'RE ALL BULLSHIT!

I came late.... hey!... you ain't gonna lay your fingers on me.... its 7pm. I went towards the big mansions as lots of colorful lights illuminated from the mansion.. loud music was heard. and I could hear the cheers of people. I proceeded into walking into the gigantic mansion when all this journalist stood in my way.

WHAT THE FIRED TOMATOES!!!

"Ma'am, we heard you got wounded on your arm due to a fight, is it true?" one of them asked.

"Ma'am we heard that your dress is worth millions of Naira, is it true?" one of the fashion journalist, asked.

SUBCONSCIOUS: give a reply to this question.

ME: You're Not gonna tell me that, I'll do it willingly.

"Its not like I'm bragging, my dress is worth a million dollars, my necklace 7.8 million Naira. and my bracelet worth....."

"Zizi, come on you've missed alot! excuse us!" he said, pulling me into the mansion.

We went in and the music stopped abruptly, everyone was being extra nice to me. they treated me like the queen, I was.

some took pictures of me. now where the hell was Fred? and Ann?

"you wanna dance?" Bernard asked.

"err...Ok!* I huffed.

"put on the music!" Bernard ordered.

ALCOHOL was the song that was played, he took me to the bar counter and gave me alcoholic drinks.

"take!" he ordered.

"I..... don't take alcohol" I replied nervously, picking on the edges of my cloth, fidgeting.

"really?" he asked wide eyed.

TRUTH BE TOLD: I TAKE ALCOHOL! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

"Uhmm!"

"Aargh... don't be so shy!" he said, bringing up my chin for our eyes to meet.

"now take!"

"No!" I said childishly.

"Take! take it!" he said, giving me the serious look.

"Ok!" I hissed, taking the glass mug from him.

I was about to take it in.

"Don't take it! its been spiked" a voice said.

"What?" I screamed dropping the glass looking up the owner of the voice.

"yes right?" Fred asked looking at Bernard.

"Do you have any evident?" Bernard added rolling good eyes.

"No! I don't!" he voiced leaving.

I stared at Bernard who looked away in shame.

"Did you spike it?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Don't say you're sorry! you are so... forget it!" I spat in disgust leaving the counter, boring myself into the numerous people there, trying to find a quiet corner.

People asked for pictures....I wouldn't turn them down!

Boys wanted me to dance with them... which I did.

Girls wanted me to spray cash on them..... which I did.

GOSH! I GOTTA GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE! TO A QUIET PLACE.... CAUSE I WAS HAVING A BAD HEAD.

I couldn't find a place.... boys and girls were doing the deeds, dancing and tweeting twerking and blah blah blah.

"Hey! Zizi! you didn't care to ask of me!" Zainab said, holding me by the wrist with a glass of alcoholic content.

"How?"

"forget it!"

"you look great!" I praised her.

"you too! you're amazingly cutely gorgeous!" she jibbered.

"Thanks!"

"you know where the lavatory is?" she asked, holding her ass.

"Aargh..... don't poo girl.... let's go on an adventure in finding it!" I said my gaze settling down on Fred and Ann chatting.

OH COME ON!

We ascended the stairs, discussing on some unimportant issues. we went into the restroom and caught a couple doing the deed.

"sorry!" we said in unison laughing.

GROSS! DISGUSTING!

We went into the second toilet and it was free! she went in and I had to wait for the .... News Broadcaster, Zainab.

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HEY! WHAT WAS THAT TINTINNABULATION, ALL ABOUT?

Bernard! hey, what's he doing here? he was even staggering chanting my name.

"Zizi Baby! what are you doing here?" he asked.

HE WAS SURE SMELLING OF ALCOHOL!

WHOOF! HE STINKS!

He was moving forward, chanting my babe. he came forward giving me the devilish look as I moved backward. I was fidgeting in nervousness....I wanted to cry...

PLEASE! GO AWAY YOU STINK!

I tried pushing him away but he had a strong grip on me pushing me to the wall as he leaned close to me.

WALL SWALLOW ME!

"Bernard! Bernard!" I called it as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

"What?" he asked giving me a long stare accompanied with a kiss.

"please. lea.... leave me!" I stuttered, breathing heavily.

"No, cause I want you!" I smiled, looking at me.

I tried pushing him but his hands went to my neck. his long nails sure enough to give me a scar....a scar just like Fred's. as he ran his hands through my body.

"Bernard... you.... you...... you're hurting me please!" I cried.

"Hey, Bernard! what's it?" A deep voice flooded my senses. pulling me away from Bernard's grip.

"Fred.... he..... he..... tried....." I stuttered, taking him into a big hug.

"BERNARD! HOW DARE YOU?" He screamed punching him on the nose.

"hey, what was that for? huh?" he asked, stroking his bleeding nose.

I was fidgeting.

"hey, Zizi was wrong?" Zainab asked as soon as she came out from the lavatory.

I cried taking her in for a hug

"be...Ber... huh.... Bernard.... he...." I stuttered breaking into a big cry.

"calm down! don't worry!" Fred said taking me into for a hug.

I needed to cry.