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Spoilsport!

DAYO SWORE UNDER his breath as Abbey walked into the room. "Dayo, wetin do you? You look fucked up," Abbey teased him.

He glared at him. "Gerrout joor. You have the worst timing." Dayo strolled past him and returned to the living room.

Eniola was clutching her red shoulder bag tightly across her chest. He noticed that she had tried to wipe her lips in a furious manner but anyone could tell that she had just been kissed. His eyes lingered on her cleavage - he was so damn close!

Abbey's mouth quirked up as he took in her appearance. "Eni, what's up?" he smirked at her.

Eniola forced a smile. "I'm fine, Abbey. Umm...I was just leaving," she said, biting on her lower lip. 

Dayo grabbed his shirt from the white leather bean bag beside the snooker table and pulled it on over his head. 

"I'll drop you off at your hostel. It's getting dark outside," he said, picking up his keys from the raffia basket at the center of table.

Eniola s

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