The Single Guy Diary (Part Thirteen)

I felt some fingers softly caressing my hairy chest; from my nipples down to my belly button – back and forth, but I was too weak to lift a limb. I was drowsy, nauseated and dehydrated.

I could only feel that touch…and that’s all I remember.

It was 7.30AM. The early sun shun right through my transparent white-laced window cotton. It was so bright you’d think its mid-day. The brightness of that light was what actually woke me up.

Everyone was gone, the sitting room neatly arranged, you’d never thought a party happened last night.

Ehm…yes, I woke to discover I’d slept there *covering face*

I stood, stretched and yawned simultaneously but then I felt pain. Oops! My head hurts real bad and my neck feels like it’s heavily laden. I slowly tried turning my neck sideways on both sides, making a double sharp sound.

I know we had fun; drank a lot, danced and of course went naughty with each other, but as always, I didn’t know how it ended neither do I have a glimpse of who was touching me.

Wait a minute! Was that a dream? I don’t think so. Well, I don’t even want to remember.

I took a step towards the bathroom then I discovered it wasn’t just my head; it felt like my whole body had been beaten badly by a goldsmith’s hammer.

The last time I had a hangover, I missed half a million naira deal, the price I never want to pay – ever – again.

I tried to help myself to the bathroom, but I almost collapsed to the floor. I held the walls and gradually got to my bed. The AC was on yet, I was sweaty. Now I wished I had a wife or at least a girlfriend who’s always around.

While I laid there, half-conscious, I suddenly heard someone moaning from the other room. Just like I have a room in Neil’s house, he has a room in mine. But he’s never made out with any girl in there before so, that was strange.

I was eager to peep, I headed to the door but I collapsed back on the bed, feeling even weaker and drowsier. I gave up to the pains, piling my two pillows over my face only to be woken at 2PM by Sophie.

I jumped up like I was having a nightmare.

Sophie kept laughing like she’s been dosed with Nitrous Oxide. I barely gave her attention; hurriedly entered the bathroom and came out refreshed.

I took a deep-breath, feeling slightly ashamed of myself. Sophie was still laughing.

OK! This is getting creepy. “Anything I should know?” I asked.

“Just 2 bottles, Duke…and you were saying all sort of rubbish last night” she gasped in between her laughter. “I didn’t know you had a mind that spoilt” she mockingly continued.

If I allow her, she’d keep on the ‘yapping train’ as we do call it. So I dressed up, completely ignoring her, went to the fridge and picked some chocolates then headed to beat Lagos traffic for an appointment at Ikeja Shopping Mall by 3PM.

Thank God! I got the deal, this time.

The day was saved, of course, thanks to Sophie.

© 2015 Michael Agene

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This is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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