GOOD GIRL, BAD GIRL "THE STORY OF A RUNS GIRL" (EPISODE 8)
Omote was sure to turn up heads. She used the paddle brush for the last time on her black curly long hair.
"Isioma and I have a meeting." Omote said to Tega.
Tega didn't say a word. She only stared at Omote from her head to her feet.
Omote sprayed her perfume on her whole body and walked along, making a flappy sound with her wedge sandals.
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She stepped into the hotel Stylishly, as she walked majestically towards the bar section.
The heat in the bar was intense; the music was so loud that she could feel the bass in her chest like another heart beat.
The room was decked with red and green lights, couples danced and kissed in sidelines.
Omote stood at a corner, looking out in the crowd of sweaty, sticky dancing bodies.
"Omorrrrrrr!" Isioma screamed from behind her. They hugged themselves tightly. Isioma held her hands and walked towards a round executive table. Two guys were already seated, a bottle of champagne and a bucket of ice on the center table.
"Hi guys, meet my friend Omote." She said glamorously.
"Omor, meet my boyfriend Abiodun." She said as she points at a younger boy at about eighteen years of age.
"And then meet Roland. He is a warri guy, but grew up in America. So you will have to cope with his 'oyiboyish' lifestyle."
Isioma said excitedly.
Omote shook her head, but she looked amused.
"Hi Roland, it's a pleasure to meet you." Omote said calmly, giving her hands to Roland. Roland held her hands firmly and kissed it.
"You are so beautiful." he muttered in American English.
"Thanks. You don't really look like a warri guy though, Isioma was right, you are indeed Oyiboyish." she giggled.
"What's your native name?" Omor asked.
"Oghenekome." Roland replied excitedly, trying to pronounce the name fluently.
"Wow, my sister's name is Oghenetega."
"Unique!" he exclaimed.
Isioma and her boyfriend had started dancing to the loud sound of the club music, while Omor and Roland were trying to get along with each other.
Omote glanced up to find him staring at her. His face was firmed. His shoulders squaring, but he didn't look away.
He was one of the most handsome men Omote had ever seen, and she wondered why she didn't see a wedding band in his finger.
The glance they shared was strangely intimate, as if she'd come upon him at his most vulnerable moment.
Omote flipped her hair over her shoulders with a wink.
"Why are you staring at me that way?"
"Because I never knew I was going to fall in love at first sight for the first time in my Life.
Omote didn't want to hear about love at that moment. She didn't want a boyfriend. She had lost her job, and all she wanted was a sugar daddy who was going to take good care of her. She wasn't sure of Roland.
"Are you married?" Omote popped out the question.
"No. I am not." Roland whispered into her ears.
He wasn't aware that a NO was a turn off for Omote. She wanted a married man with a purpose. Love was the least thing she wanted.
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