[Everyone has an addiction, mine happens to be you]
It was two days after the incident at the party and Ayoola hadn't reached out yet. He wasn't even in his apartment the two days she checked on him.
She had also decided to sell her Lexus LC and hopefully if the Lord smiles upon her, she could get a new one.
She had taken the car to a car dealer who had bought it for a really generous amount. The car was a very expensive one so she wasn't surprised with the money that turned out of it.
The made the rent payment immediately and finally she felt good again. She decided to go out for lunch but remembered she had no car. She sighed.
It was her and Uber this season. She thought.
She was working on an article on feminism and the views of the masses when she heard a soft knock on the door.
She went to get the door. Today had been one of her lazy days. She was on a bonnet with clayey facial mask on and her crop top and tiny shorts so she could understand the look on Ayoola's face when she opened the door.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can we talk?" He asked and she snorted.
"I don't think we have much to say to each other. I'm working right now so I'd like to get back to it." She deadpanned and his face turned into a deep frown.
"Hey, I'm sorry for that night and for how long it took me to come here with an apology." He began.
"You've still not said the reason you are here." She sassed and he sighed.
"I'd like us to talk. I know you're probably feeling like I fooled you or something but-" She raised her hands causing him to halt.
"I'm not probably feeling like. I am a fool. You know so much about me and my family, heck you've met my mother and I know little to nothing about you. You always back out of serious conversations and yet- Listen, I think you should leave." She said shaking her head. He held her palms in his and clasped them.
"I want to talk. I'm going to tell every damn thing there is to know. Okay?" He proposed and I nodded. She opened the door wider for him to get in.
Ayoola was all in his nerves as he sat on the couch. She took the one beside him.
"Go on. Why did you lie about your siblings?"
"It's easier that way. I didn't want to drag you into my family problems. You've been like my sanity and I don't want to lose that sanity. My family has that power of making you question your sanity. It's messed up." He continued and she paid rapt attention.
"Tell me about your family."
"I have two siblings. Tiwa and Dunni. Dunni is older and she's first. Tiwa is the last child."
"But you said Mofe is your brother. Why are you excluding him?" She asked him and he went mute for some seconds.
"He's not my brother. He's my half-brother. My father got into a sex scandal with one lady back then and it resulted in him, my father's pride." He scoffed.
"Father's pride?" Stephanie adjusted on the couch and watched him.
"Of course. It's no secret that he's the favorite son. Anyways, my father's birthday is this weekend and he's invited a lot of friends and family. So I'm inviting you to spend the weekend with me."
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RomanceThis is a story depicting the loneliness we face even when we are not alone literally. *** Stephanie Chizitaram Anthony is a 29 year old lady with a comfortable but boring life. She's a lonely lady with a nice hou...