Club B2G
Ikeja, Lagos
"Let me just pretend like I don't have a
boyfriend " .
Actually you would think that is why I enjoy going to the club. But no Rahmeek , my boyfriend is just ... my boyfriend. My safe space, my happiness my best friend but the club makes me feel like I'm still a baddie that I truly am ,not just Rahmeek's "almost wife " that cooks ,clean and still gets bent over inside his bathroom under the shower.
Meek would whisper "you're too sweet, Martha , it feels like home every time I'm inside you" as I hold his washing machine for support as he continues to plunge deeply into me . I love Meek so much and I will never cheat on him . I never give out my number to any of these ugly men in the clubs with big belly or the young very fine ones either . I flirt and just go home to give Meek all the tea the next time I visit him .
Stupid me yeah? Or isn't that why I'm currently kneeling in front of Rahmeek crying my eyes out begging him because I have cheated on him "allegedly ". I use allegedly in quote because my boyfriend just brought out more than 100 A4 papers with another 60 or more photocopies of all my WhatsApp chats with Francis , my Dad , His own friend Khalid that I trust will never not have my back . They aren't just Meek's friends afterall they have all become my own friends too .
There is no proof that I slept with Francis and I will not admit to what you didn't catch me doing . But I will cry and beg so you can see that I love you and I'm just confused .