He and his friend came into town and asked for girls to be hooked for the night.
Two young girls were brought. One for him and one for his friend as hookup girls. His friend sees his peck and picks the friend for his bedmantic marathon.
Before the arrival, the dude was tipsy, jolly and full of vibes.
He told his friends how he crucified, hung and spread somebody’s daughter under the sheet for his money.
They hailed and vibed to his peacocks.
The two ladies arrived. Met them at the lounge and was asked to place their orders.
Mysterious, on seeing them, his countenance changed, immediately. His supposed hookup lady was frightened, detached and sat slightly as if she wasn’t there. You could see from her moves that she was uncomfortable and could pick race if the waft permitted her.
He was gobsmacked and enraged and kept tapping his legs with so much unexpressed rage.
Everyone on the table was vibing except him and his supposed one-night babe. They were both not talking to each other or anyone on the table.
His friend tried to revive the atmosphere but the silence and mystery were loud!
All of a sudden he said he was going to his guest room to sleep. They wondered what was wrong with him. The lady on the other hand said she was leaving. And that’s how the table scattered.
It all happened!
The lady was his dethroned fiancee. The dates and times for their wedding were fixed already.
He is yet to decide on whether to go on with the wedding or halt it. If you are the guy, what will you do?
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