Chapter Twelve

Despite my feeble attempts, I really did sleep off. When I looked at my phone it was 6am. Already despite the pains I felt from the sneakers I had on I still slept off.

"Upon the fear I had about those Slick sliders?, What if they have done something to me and Faith? Shit!." I thought as I looked around.

I was lost in thoughts when I discovered my dick was rock hard. "Seriously? Oh well, it's just the morning wood ".

I stood up slowly, trying not to wake Faith up, I adjusted my clothes and tucked my morning wood away, I turned to look at the girl that slept next to me for a whole night and I just started praising myself. "You lucky bastard".

I still couldn't believe everything that happened yesterday. Thinking someone would come wake me up from a dream but nope. This was all really happening.

I thought about looking for Asamoah but I had a feeling he would be dying with a hangover by now. So I did a gentleman move, I covered Faith properly with the towel, kissed her on the forehead and said "Merry Christmas Baby".

I turned around and going inside the house to look for Yvonne in the room I left her. I thought about my "Gentlemanly" gesture and told myself I would definitely repeat that whenever I did get married.

I guess almost everyone had gone home by now as there was only a handful of people in the sitting room, sleeping. And I could still see Tobby's HP latop at the bar stand.

Then my thoughts screamed at me.

"Tobby and Yvonne are together!"

I dashed off to the room immediately, trying not to step on the few people sleeping on the floor. I made my way down to the hallway leading to the guestroom I locked Yvonne in.

On getting to the room, it wasn't locked so I opened the door and walked in without knocking, (a bad habit I know).

My eyes widened as I saw the figures of two people laying on the bed, covered with a duvet.

"Tobby, you sneaky bastard", I muttered as I walked towards the bed.

I was probably still drunk on the alcohol I took from the Water dispenser turned Alcohol dispenser, because what was I think just walking into a room unannounced and disturbing the peace of those that slept in the room? This newfound boldness had no boundaries.

Anyway, I opened the duvet and shockingly it wasn't Tobby and Yvonne. Matter of fact what I saw left me frozen for about two seconds.

It's just 6am on Christmas day and I am witnessing a shock I know will never be surpassed in my top shocks of the year... Or so I thought.

Two girls were sleeping on the bed right in front of me.

Upon seeing this, my mind (same entity that led me here in the first place) disagreed with my eyes.

"Nahh, it's impossible. You're drunk, so you clearly aren't seeing properly, Look again!"

My eyes went looking again.

I looked at the boobs, I looked at the hair... I looked at the boobs again and I looked at the hair.

"These are girls sleeping on the bed for fuck sake".

My eyes widened when the realization hit me. But things got a lot worse for me... One of the girls woke up.

I never imagined I'd see lesbians in real life, I've only ever seen them in porn videos. Looking at them made my already aching dick even harder.

It was sexy!. To be honest I've also masturbated to a lot of lesbian videos so you understand how i feel.

The girl who I didn't know had woken up grabbed the duvet and covered herself, yanking me back to reality. She was obviously startled and looked at me with disgust in her eyes and I just stood there looking like a dummy.

"Damn she was hot!", I thought as my eyes were still tracing her features, my mind briefly wandering again. I thought about what it'll feel like to have a threesome.

My brain frantically signaled that staring at her like this was definitely creepy, but all I could manage was an awkward smile and a stammered holiday greeting.

"Me... mer... Merry Christmas," I blurted out. "I'm sorry - the door was unlocked and this is my room." The excuse sounded even worse out loud than it had in my head.

She gave me a look that could freeze hell over and replied with an icy "Same to you." Something told me she saw right through my flimsy lie. I didn't need anyone to tell me to get out of there before I landed myself in even bigger trouble.

Just as I was leaving, I heard the bathroom door open.

"Arrrrgh! Three girls? Or is it just one coming in?" I muttered to myself as I turned to see who was at the door.

"Ummm... What's your name again?" Michael asked, clearly nursing a hangover. I was surprised - he wasn't even angry! And how come he didn't know my name?

"Danladi..." I replied, feeling a strange mix of confusion and relief. But just to be safe, I added, "And you? Can't really remember your name."

"Michael Ray man, why you spying on my ladies? You want some of them? You can take'em. They were paid for a 24hours service"

"That explains why he wasn't angry", I thought.

Wait - had I jumped to completely wrong conclusions? Was my whole theory about them just a product of my overactive imagination? So they weren't actually lesbians? Or was Michael trying to trick me? And oh god - that girl must have known I was lying about it being my room! No wonder she gave me that disgusting look!

What was I even doing here in the first place? And even if I had caught Tobby and Yvonne (the girl I want absolutely nothing to do with), what exactly was I planning to do?

All these thoughts raced through my head in less than a second!

"N… no man, gotta save some energy for later you know? Digged enough pussy already. Merry Christmas and thanks for the party bro."

I walked out of the room wearing the fakest smile imaginable. Looking back, I realized those were the same girls in bikinis from earlier - how hadn't I recognized them right away? Maybe I just hadn't been paying attention?

"Why you trying so hard to fit in? I haven't done anything! So this is what we are now?

"DiGgeD enOugH pUssY aLrEadY". You liar!". I guess I don't need to tell you who said that. He was really pissed.

Walking slowly back to the pool, feeling utterly humiliated and imagining all the ways they were probably mocking me in that room. Trust me, you don't want to go down that mental rabbit hole - it's depressing.

Trying to distract myself, I checked my phone, which had been buzzing non-stop with notifications. Most were from Twitter, so I opened the app and went to my profile. My heart nearly stopped - I'd gained over a thousand followers in just six hours!

But the surge in popularity wasn't the good kind. My name was trending everywhere, and definitely not for anything I'd want to be known for.