Spoilt By The Badboy

Seven 🦋🖤

~ Harold~

Ivan had promised me that the party would be lit, but I had my doubts. I mean, this was Nigeria, not America. But when I stepped through the door and felt the pounding bass of the Afro beats shaking my body, I knew he wasn't lying.

Damn, the crowd was far from what I expected. There were so many rebels, yet my parents made it seem like I was the worst and last to exist on Earth.

Standing at the entrance, I saw people dancing and laughing, drinks in hand. The room was hazy with smoke, and I could smell the sweet scent of weed. The music was so loud that I could feel it in my bones, and I could barely hear myself think. But I didn't care. I was finally at the party of my dreams, and I was ready to let loose.

The next thing I knew, someone was handing me a drink. I looked up and saw Ivan's face, grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome to the party, man." he said.

"Thanks, bro." I replied, giving into the hand shake before gulping down the shot.

"Taking it like a pro, huh?" a silly smirk played on his lips and I rolled my eyes, scanning through the room for my next prey.

"It's just alcohol."

Just then, a girl walked past us and damn, she was fucking sexy.

Her eyes met mine for a brief moment and she gave me a knowing smirk, as if to say, "I know you're looking at me."

I didn't even feel slightly embarrassed about it because I could get her if I wanted to. Although, she looked oddly familiar.

Maybe, the LED lights and makeup made it difficult to recognize her. My eyes literally glued to her back till she got out of sight.

"Dude, that's Stephanie and trust me, she's the last person you want to mess around with."

Now, he got me intrigued because what was the worst that can happen? "Why?"

"She's going to wrap you around her little finger and make sure that you don't get any other bitch till she's done with you." he said, shaking his head.

I spared another glance at her while she was typing away on her phone. "It's like you're blind to the game."

"Really?" I asked, acting surprised like I haven't heard that a thousand times when I was still in the US.

"I'm dead serious, bro."

A scoff escaped me as I rolled my eyes for the second time in a night, "She possibly can't play the game better than I do." I bragged, sipping another drink.

"Wanna bet? 200k on the table."

"Make it 350k and I might consider."

"Are you sure you want to make this bet?" I asked, trying to hide my smirk. "You've never been able to beat me before."

"That's because you always use your silver tongue to charm your way out of trouble," he said, rolling his eyes. "But this time, I'm going to make sure that you don't have a chance to use your tricks on her."

"Oh, really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Simple," he said with a grin. "I'm going to be your wingman."

"You?" I asked, letting out a laugh. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm serious," he said, his face turning serious. "I'm going to help you talk to her. You might just be surprised at how well I can play the game."

"I doubt that," I said, "just let me do my thing, my way."

"Good luck, not getting rejected." he shouted as I walked away from him.