He could have sworn she looked familiar. He was so sure she did. Even the way she had walked into the room seemed familiar. Thank God he hadn't made a fool of himself. 'But damn! That was one really nice piece of ass', he thought to himself. Ok ok, he had promised to drop all his dopey remarks when it had to do with women. Amidst all the crap that seemed to slip from his mouth, he really adored women and the lady sitting two seats away from him at the bar was some true beauty to behold.(not like he really saw her face but her body said it all)
Dotun kept smiling at him from across the room. He understood what the smile meant. His stupid friend had dared him to go say hi and like a stupid child, he agreed because he insisted that he knew the babe. After 5 minutes sitting at the bar, drink in his hand, getting ready to spill the coolest punch lines ever, he was left practically with his dick in his hands as he watched some other guy stride across the room right to this beauty, kiss her on her cheek and ask if she had booked their room. Ohhh to make matters worse, he noticed they both had rings on. 'Shit!!! Did he just almost ruin someone's honeymoon', he thought. Good thing the babe didn't even notice he was two seats away from her cause she was so focused on her phone, he hoped her hubby didn't notice him too. He could have sworn that he saw the bartender smile...he was sure the guy was a few seconds from laughing at his failed shot. The scene was just so embarrassing. Dotun at the other end of the room couldn't hold his laughter. How he hated him. He should have just let the dare go.
Just as he stood up to leave in shame, he heard his name and it didn't come from afar but right beside him. He frooze for a second...he thoughts spinning, was the lady really the one he thought she was. He looked up and there she was and no she wasn't the lady at bar with her hubby. She was Demilade. DEMILADE OJO. The same Demilade. The one who got away.
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