The Wrong Crowd [Wattys 2020]

Chapter 32

Author's note: Please listen to the song above as you read this chapter. It's titled Nothing's gonna change my love for you by George Benson ❤️

Ore's jaw slackened as she took in the sight in front of her. Golden colored lights were hanging in a criss cross pattern above her head, it reminded her so much of Christmas celebrations back home. A wide circular pool with gurgling water and stone marbles encircled around was ten feet away from her.

People stood in groups dressed to showcase the level of their wealth and influence. Glass cups filled halfway with whatever liquor was poised high in the air. High back chairs were carefully arranged in a corner where there was a silver banister with several steps leading to the house entrance.

Ore tried to take everything in, she turned to stare at Dami marveling at the different range of cars parked in the driveway. Dami looked at her with slightly parted lips and furrowed brows.

"Do you like my surprise?" He muttered fixing his eyes solely on her.

Ore bit softly on her lower lip, her face was beaming with smiles. "I love it," she stated pulling Dami in for a sensuous kiss. Thunderous cheers resounded around them as Ore pulled Dami in for a sensuous kiss and they parted after what seemed like hours. She fought to calm her racing heart as Dami's gaze darkened.

The bulge in his slacks was noticeable and Dami shuffled his feet before slipping a hand into his pocket to adjust the length. He tried but failed as he hissed and stormed off, leaving Ore to stand awkwardly with his guests.

Loud hip hop music came on at that instant and Ore heaved a sigh as she walked over to begin the painful torture of introducing herself to his friends. After a few handshakes and pleasantries were exchanged, Ore felt her head swirling for a moment. She was about excusing herself when steady arms were slipped on her waist.

Ore inhaled the scent of Dami's cologne and turned to face him. He had changed into a sweatshirt that hugged him about his broad shoulder and a flabby trouser. "What the hell are you wearing?" Ore asked snickering at the hideous outfit.

"Shhhh." Dami placed a hand on his lips in a bid to silence her before pulling her to him and breathing on her neck. "I need you to be mine so no fraternizing with my male friends, I would simply introduce you briefly to them and then we quietly slip away okay?" Dami muttered the words so close to her ear and Ore shivered lightly before nodding in affirmative.

She was tired of trying to be friendly anyways. Dami tugged her along with him to where a group of his friends were laughing loudly and grinding their bodies to the beat. Ore counted five girls in their midst who were smoking pot and twerking their asses on the floor. What a fucking show, Ore thought.

As they spotted Dami, they began cheering him with his weird nickname and clinking their glasses together. Dami burst into a fit of laughter as he gave them bro hugs all over and watched the girls who were shaking their asses in silent admiration. He gestured Ore over and held her close to him, he could see the way their flirty eyes were drinking every inch of her plump body.

"Hey guys, this is my babe and Ore meet my men them." Ore smiled and waved shyly as Dami teared her away, she flared up in anger. "What the hell do you mean by me being your babe Dami, do I look like a conquest to you?"

Dami shot up his arms in defense. "I was only saying the truth, look I don't wanna ruin the surprise but later you are going to find out okay?" He placated Ore with a peck on her cheek before he dispersed into the crowd. Ore sighed and signaled a uniformed waiter holding a tray of glasses.

She needed a drink to calm her nerves because Dami was driving her crazy. After her third glass of champagne, she felt her head settle and she plopped on one of the chairs. "Hey," a girl said slipping into the seat opposite and crossing her legs.