Isren
"You must like looking for trouble," Isaiah says to me.
This earns him an automated eye roll.
"I don't know what you're talking about baby bro," I say looking back at my phone screen.
There's no way I'm having any meetings tomorrow.
Immediately I hear a cackle beside me. "Now you're claiming the old man card. Oya explain why you were all over that small girl."
"I was only being friendly, not like you would have noticed with your head in Sade's anus," I say controlling the twitch of my lips.
"A true gentleman, making sure our female guests feel welcome. I hope to be like you when I grow up." Isaac remarks in mock adoration.
"If you want to be me that bad let's swap places, I'm tired of dealing with mother's candidate," I say, snapping my fingers for my first drink of the night.
"She's really trying to rope you in a business marriage? That stuff should stay in chicks' CEO movies." he says looking surprisingly serious, yet I can't help my amusement.
The lengths we've gone -and movies we've watched- to get in women's pants.
"I don't know who started that rumor in Hollywood, or why a "mogul" would marry to negotiate better deals, but I'm facing worse my guy."
"Tell me then?" he says, and I laugh without mirth.
"She's been pulling childish stunts to get me on Yvonne's matter -imagine a fifty-year-old crying over your love life on the phone."
Isaac cracks a grin, and I scowl as he hides it behind a wine glass.
"Twenty-eight, and still fighting for my life's autonomy."
My brother sighs opposite me, reclining in his armchair. "That sucks bro."
"It'd be easier if she wasn't a nice lady, but she bores me to death with her good girl get up," I say after a long time.
"Isn't that what you call wife material?" Isaac asks.
"Who said I was looking for a wife?" I say in defiance of what the world asked of me.
"True that my brother, true that." Isaac hails raising his glass to mine.
I clink it with his and we both drink to our singlehood.
"Here's to more chicks..." I holler.
"...And good vibes!" he says in the same manner.
"Already tipsy." I shake my head. "Now I need an Uber," I say after our exuberance dies down, and two glasses are empty.
My drunker brother responds after articulating the slurry words in his head, "I thought Mr. Emeka was supposed to drive you home tonight. Unless...?"
Suddenly he erupts in laughter almost choking himself in the process.
"I thought I'd leave with some company tonight, what's so funny about coming prepared," I respond with a wry smile, jokes on me.
"Hmm, I fear you o old man like you," Isaac says.
"If you're not careful I'll add those three years to your face," I say glowering at him.
He raises his hand in surrender. "Okay okay, no need to get your boxers in a twist. For real though are you going to go for that chick?"
"She's a bit younger than my type but really pretty, I mean if she's legal why not?" I say after some contemplation.
"Okay o, don't sha call me when her father wants your head for deflowering his baby girl."
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Gone Bad (Nigerian Novel) -Editing
Teen Fiction"Nimi, a frustrated church girl, encounters her biggest temptation yet when she lands herself in the arms of Lagos' most eligible bachelor..." Nimi is tired of being a 'good girl', so she decides to take a risk for once in her life. Yet, she never e...
