Accidental baby mama
EPISODE 14
“Do you mean the girl that fought in the club?” the bouncer asked a second time, Dan was at the club, he was performing but with a smaller exclusive crowd.
“Yeah her, did you guys check her ID or something?” Dan asked hopefully.
“Guy, this na naija, this isn’t abroad, she looked nice and rich enough. I didn’t want trouble with all these small girls, soon they appear with big men and I’ll be sacked.” the huge man explained soberly.
Dan nodded and waved him off, he took a sip of his drink. This was getting harder than he thought he had to up his game, he wasn’t losing this chick.
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Five years later
“Dan, come check out this babe. She just won some famous fashion award.” Dan ignored Kunle as he played with his PS4.
“Guy drop that thing and check out this hot babe, she has that Kim K backside and her face is like an angel.” Kunle nudged the joystick out of his hand, and placed his tablet in front of him.
“Seriously, now… I was just entering FIFA finals now, guy.” he complained but took the device.
“D--n, this is the girl I’ve been looking for. Like that girl we went online everywhere looking for her face with a face detector. Where did you get that from?” he said, sitting upright, adjusting his yoga pants.
“No wonder, you stopped testing around, hmm my guy tell me how you nailed this one, cause this her backside if its real, it is a problem.” the ending of his statement brought smiles to their faces as the referral to Reeky B’s song Problem.
“Guy, I don’t know if I should say its God or luck or fate. I just finished performing and I noticed her drinking alone, so I tried chatting her up but she cut me off later she got into a fight, she was sent out, and I followed guy that’s how I got laid that night.” he explained as he looked at the picture, the glowing skin, her smile and those d--n curvy body of hers. He was going to get her, whoever brought her out on news did him a good favour. Dorris Wedding wedding wearing which backtrace to 1920
Her name was there as a caption, it read Sophia Amaka Benjamin wins Fashion Artist of the year.
Sophia…hmm sounds really familiar. She ran once, she wasn’t going to the next time.
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PRESENTLY
“Sophia, where are you on IG?” Dan murmured to himself as he checked around, it had been a year now and he hadn’t caught another item on her except internationally.
She had an impressive profile, she had outfitted male celebrities worldwide like Brad Pitt, Adam Levine and so on. She had also designed dresses alongside Chanel best designers. She had an impressive net worth, definitely his type of woman.
She had investments spread through out the world and was known for her generosity.
The latest picture she took was breathtaking, she wore a long floral dress and she had a winning smile. It was at the Well B clothing launching, he wished he went but because of his schedule, he couldn’t make it. So she was back home, that was nice, he decided to call up his PI, who once served in the SSS.
They discussed how they’d contact her and all that, little did they know that what they were looking for in Sokoto, was actually dancing in their shokoto(trousers).
Dan was very excited, he had been booked for a high society wedding, and the best part of it all, was that amongst the family, Sophia was the chief organiser. There was no way they wouldn’t meet. He was glad about that…very glad.
-To be continued-