Do I know you?

DAYO SLID OUT of his Lexus, and thumbed the lock button on the remote key.

There was something delighting about the hostel. Is it because most of the biggest girls in Unilag lived there or was it just the lush greenery of the garden?

Whichever. Palmers hall was the 'it' place where guys could get correct babes.

He quickly dialed Janet's number to tell her that he was downstairs, not wanting to risk being seen by his past flings. There were at least two dozens of them at Palmers hall.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey, are you ready? I'm downstairs," he asked.

"Great. I'll be down in five," she said, her voice sultry.

"Alright. Five minutes," he repeated, dragging the phone from his ear.

No doubt she was still doing her makeup. Dayo had even arrived thirty minutes late because he knew she wasn't one to keep to time.

Dayo leaned against his car, his dark BVLGARI sunglasses shielding his eyes from the harsh sun rays. The sun was still too bright and unaffected at six in the evening.

After ten minutes have passed, he retrieved his phone from his pocket to dial Janet's number again. And it was then that he heard someone calling him. He turned around.

Onome Agbor. 

The chick had been in one of his JAMB tutorials in high school. She used to be friends with him and some other guys in the tutorial center. They had both gained admission into Unilag to study Literature in English. 

Although she was a pretty Igbo girl, Dayo was not really into her. He only saw her as a friend and he very well knew that she wanted to be more than just friends. 

"What's up?" she asked, walking towards him. Onome was slender and tall but not too bad to look at. She wore glasses, the kind that suggested a bookish individual.

The rimmed glasses was resting on the tip of her sharp pointed nose, and the eyes behind it twinkled as she smiled at him.

"Efiko(bookworm), I really haven't seen you in a while oo. I missed you," he said honestly. 

She hugged him briefly and he caught the sweet scent of laundry detergent on her red dress shirt. 

Onome grinned. "Maybe that's because you haven't showed up for lectures since Tuesday."

Dayo removed his sunglasses. "I've been quite busy lately. Is that Fareedah and Lara?" he asked, nodding towards the garden.

"Yeah, Come say hi to them. I'm sure they missed you too," she said, grabbing his arm.

Dayo followed her willingly, maybe he could pass some time with them before Janet arrives. 

"Ade Banks. So you still dey this planet?" Lara joked, slapping his arm in a playful manner.

Omolara and Fareedah were also his friends since they were also friends with Onome and he remembered frequenting their room during his 100 level days.

"Sannu(Hello), Fareedah." Dayo greeted, smiling charmingly at the fulani girl.

Fareedah bestowed him with a smile. "Kana Lafiya?(How are you?)" she asked. If she hadn't been a devoted Muslim girl and one of his few female friends, Dayo would totally bang her.

"I'm good. You." Dayo himself had picked up a Hausa phrase or two simply from being around the girl.

"You guys won't believe that baba porter has eaten the other ice cream I asked him to keep for me inside their fridge." A girl said, holding a big tub of FANICE ice cream.

Dayo could swear that he had seen her before, for she looked strangely familiar. He just couldn't remember where he had seen her, perhaps she was one of the many girls he had screwed. Or not?

The first thing he noticed were sexy legs, and he couldn't stop himself from imagining them wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her. 

Damn!

Firm breasts unsupported by nothing but a white crocheted halter top. A small bead of sweat trickled down the V-neck of her top and disappeared into her cleavage.

She wore a  chiffon kimono over her blue denim shorts. Faux locs adorned with cowries and gold ring cuffs framed her pretty face. The girl had a body that could bring any man down on his knees. 

But lucky for him, he has had better.

Has he wronged her before? Because he couldn't explain why she was staring daggers at him.

"Eniola, this is my friend Dayo. Dayo this is our new roommate Eniola Craig." Onome introduced.

He flashed his charismatic boyish grin. "Pleasure to meet you."

Truly, it was his pleasure because he had visions of bending her over the snooker table in his living room that he rarely used.

She eyed him up and down. "I'm afraid I can't say the same to you."

Dayo wondered why she hated him. "Any relations to Prof. Ajayi Craig?" he asked.

Eniola grimaced. "Any reason you are asking me that?"

Lara laughed at their exchange. "Don't mind her jare. Yes, her dad is Professor Ajayi," she said.

Oh shit! Eniola was the girl that claimed he had splashed her with his car on Monday. He didn't know she was in the same department as him, and he also didn't know that she was Prof.Ajayi's daughter. But damn, he had no idea she had a body like this.

It was obvious that the girl didn't like him, but nothing a Peruvian wig can't fix. 

"Dayo." Janet called, strutting towards him in a red dress with a plunging neckline.

The red dress hugged her well-endowed body. Janet Wilcox had big breasts, thick thighs and a well rounded ass; a delicious combo.

"Sexy," he whispered in her ear when she joined them in the garden. 

Dayo didn't miss the disgusted look on Eniola's face. Don't worry pretty thing, you're the next one on the list.

He placed his hands on Janet's waist. "We have to go. I'll see you girls on Monday a'ight." 

Dayo being the gentleman that he is, held the door open for Janet. He closed the door once she settled into the plush seat and went around to the other side of his car.

He saw Eniola sneering as he expertly reversed the car out of the building.

"Ciao, pretty little thing," Dayo grinned devilishly.