I was still in college then and we had lecture free week, instead of going home to my parents, I decided to visit my boyfriend.
Driving my red sports car and feeling cool with myself, I sighted this lady under the scourging heat of the sun and decided to give her a lift. As we got talking, I realized she was also heading to Portharcourt city, though she lived and worked there, she had gone to the nearby state to attend a friend's wedding.
We got to Portharcourt and I dropped her off in front of a company and zoomed off happily to my boyfriend's house. We had talked about a few things and I remember telling her my man worked in the same oil company as hers. We even exchanged numbers and looked forward to being friends.
When I got to my boyfriends house, he was waiting for me, he was home during lunch break just to welcome me. He appeared so happy to see me, I felt so loved. We had a quick one *grin* before he left back to the office.
I might have dosed off or so after the routine house cleaning and fixing early dinner. I was abruptly awakened by the forceful bang opening of the door with attendant raised voices. It was my boyfriend, his cousin and a lady.
The cousin rushed to me to protect me from being hit with a shoe while my supposed boyfriend was holding on to this lady trying to persuade her. I quickly jumped out of the couch in the midst of the whole confusion, Lo and behold, it was my supposed new friend I had given a ride in my car to Portharcourt...
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