Black Rape

chapter Seven

The next morning
Sam,awakened by the alarm he had set,rubs his eyes with his palm, was about to set the alarm off and go back to sleep.

Its a Saturday mehn damn you alarm clock.

Then it hit him and he remembered

God! Yemi is coming over

Real reason he set the alarm in the first place.

He flipped off the duvet from off his body and pulls out his phone to check the time

Yea just great,I still I have time

He smiled to himself.

After taking a shower and now at tge front of his mirror checking himself out. Sam has tried quite a couple of outfits, yet not satisfied.
He runs his fingers through his hair. Still wondering what to wear. He checks the time on his wristwatch.

Just great Sam,she's coming over soon and you still haven't decided what to wear.

Okay I know I'm suppose to just wear something....but this is getting  awkward..

He stepped in front of his wardrobe hoping that it'd finally be the last  time that he'll choose something to wear. Finally he chooses a grey shirt and a black jeans trousers. Then drops it again on second thoughts of whether or not to wear it or a sweatpants and then later picks it up.
Satisfied now he dresses up,puts his perfume on. And yea the one yemi said she likes. The memory still playing in his head.

Wow!

Wow what?

I like your perfume

Awn! But then you like everything I wear.

Finally satisfied with the way he looks he went down to the living room to wait for her.
After some few minutes of waiting,he goes back up to bring out his chessboard since yemi so loves chess when he hears the knock on the door. He hurries back to the living room and drops the chessboard then goes to get the door

"Good morning" she smiled.

"Good morning" he ushered her in.
"How was your sleep,I mean your night?"

"Was OK,thanks you?"

"Don't know" he motioned a gesture showing he's confused by shrugging " I mean I was sleeping so I didn't know how my night was" he gave her a goofy grin.

She rolled her eyes.

"You had breakfast yet?"

"No,mum's not home"

"And you couldn't cook? You're a girl"

"Huh!" She gave him a once over "don't tell me you're those type of guys that feel every girl is meant to know how to cook"

He laughed. Just gently " so you're saying you can't cook?"

"Not that"

"Then what?"he smirked and laughed... " you just can't cook"

"I can but I didn't feel like"

"I'll belief you,I mean whatever makes you feel better,or makes you sleep at night" he smirked again and this time she stood up chasing him around

"Oh when I catch you"

"What are you going to do?"he smirked again

I see. Smirking is this boys hobby, also his asshole style is back on.