His Mystery Gem

5 - Friends?👯‍♀️👩‍❤️‍👩

5 - Friends?👯‍♀️👩‍❤️‍👩

Tiredness draped itself over Dunni like a heavy coat, as she opened the door of her apartment and tossed the key into it the bowl that sat beside the door. Gold shoes dangled off her wrists and a heavy tote bag hung on her other arm, she had considered leaving it in the car but changed her mind last minute. She wanted to clear her property from Angie's car in case she needed it tomorrow.

She stumbled into her apartment slowly, because she couldn't be bothered to switch on the light. Cautious of the dark, she attempted to navigate the apartment in the dark.

As she neared her room, a clap turned on the lights effectively. Startled, Dunni jumped dropping her shoes and tote in the process as a loud yelp exited her lips. Adrenaline filled her lithe frame extinguishing her tiredness with ease, she picked up one of the heels and brandished the pointy part like a weapon.

She turned toward the sound of the clap and gasped in surprise at the faces that greeted her. Three identical faces stared back at her amusement shining in their eyes. The girls were back?! Since when?

The girls, Demilade, Dolapo and Darasimi, better known as triple trouble or the landladies, sat side by side on the pastel blue couch that face the beautiful Lagos sunset. Three hands went up and waved at Dunni.

"Hi, Dunni," Dola, the outspoken one called out. "Did you miss us? I know we missed."

"I..." she began unsure what to say. Since when are we, friends? I thought I was just the freeloader living in your house with you. A glorified house sitter.

The girls smiled happily at her confusion, proud of themselves for executing a great surprise. "Why don't you freshen up? I'm sure you're tired and hungry. We ordered dinner, it should get here soon." Demi said a slight smile on her face.

Dunni froze unable to get her tired feet to move as her mind ran up suggestions a mile a minute. Was she getting kicked out? Were they going to increase the rent? Sure ten thousand naira per month for a room in a house like this was charity but it was all she could afford right now. Maybe if she got that job, she could pay more. Even move out. She sighed and forced herself to relax sending a quick prayer heavenward. Help me God, I'm trusting you here. Don't let me down.

"She must be tired. We did tell Joe to end the event early didn't we?" Dara, the observant quiet one, asked looking at her sisters who nodded quickly.

They were at Arts Heart? Do they know Joe? So many questions raced through her mind. Dunni hadn't seen them. Joe could have warned her if, she paused her train of thought as she realised she hadn't seen Joe before she left.

It was all because of that man. She couldn't believe the nerve of that dude. One minute he was plying her with bubbly, buying her paintings and inviting her to the dance floor. The next minute he was flirting with another lady. Just thinking about him made her angry anew. She didn't even know his name but he was messing with her badly.

Was something wrong with her? Why was the first guy who showed interest in a player? Now because of a nameless playboy all she wanted to was crawl under her covers and sleep the nightmare away. She hoped when she woke up tomorrow everything would be better. She was so ready to crash that she hadn't even stopped by Angie's place to thank her. Now, faced with the girls, she wished she had.

"Thanks for nothing, Mr Playboy," Dunni muttered under her breath.

"I didn't see you at the event?" she finally said when the girls kept looking at her.

"Oh," Dola said waving her hand before. "We left early. We just stopped by to say hi to Joe. See," she said stretching out her phone and showing Dunni a picture of the girls clad in finery and draped around Joe. It was already on Instagram? Dunni thought as Dola continued. "I liked the caption we picked..."