Chapter 4 Jerk face asshole

Samantha, Michael and his girlfriend were about to go home, when they realised that Nivea was nowhere to be found. They searched the whole club for her, they even alerted the security men to help them to search for Nivea, but nothing turned up. They couldn't find her at all. Samantha tried calling her cellphone, but it wasn't reachable.

"Oh no!" Samantha gasped. "Maria is so gonna be mad at me" Samantha muttered as she pulled on her hair in frustration. Not knowing about Nivea's whereabouts was driving her crazy.

"Where was she the last time you saw her?" Michael asked, still dialling her phone.

"She was at the bar. Gosh! What if something bad happens to her. Am so done for".

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Meanwhile, Neela was seething with anger. She needed to release her anger on something or someone rather. Earlier on when she found out that Nivea was at the club as well, she smiled as she saw it as an opportunity to execute her plans and have her revenge.

She had instructed the bar man to mix Nivea's drink with alcohol. She knew of Nivea's low patience for alcohol. What she had in mind was to drug her as she wanted one of her boys to rape the 'bitch' in her drunken state, but Andre DeMarco came out of the blues. He came out of nowhere and ruined her plans.

She grunted severally and pulled her hair in sheer frustration.

"Take it easy Neela, you're pulling hard at your hair, they might fall off" Blair,Neela's friend told her in an effort to calm her down.

"Why must it be Mr Marco, huh? It should have been someone else, not him" Neela said in anger and threw the glass cup in her hand across the wall.

"Calm down dear, we'll look for a better plan, and you will have your revenge" Charlotte said,patting Neela softly on her back.

"Why not let the poor girl go Neela? It's been three years already. Am sure as hell that she doesn't what she did at all. You should forget about the damn reven....." Alisha started, but was cut off by an angry Neela.

"Shut your pie hole. I always wonder how on earth you ended up being my friend. Just shut the fuck up, got it? If you're not okay with my plans,you can just walk away while it's still early,got it?" Neela groused angrily. She founded that as an opportunity to unleash and release her anger. That was what she wanted all along, to release her pent up anger on someone.

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Andre drove Nivea to his house. Not long after,he pulled up in his garage. He came out of the driver's seat and went to the backseat, took Nivea up to his room.

He placed her on the bed and undressed her. He went into the bathroom and brought water in a bowl, together with a small towel. He used it to clean the drool off her body. After he was done with cleaning her,he wore her one of his shirt. It looked baggy on her, but he had no choice.

He left the room afterwards and went to one of his guests rooms. He freshened up and went to sleep.

The next morning. Nivea was already awake, though her eyes were tightly shut. She noticed that she wasn't in her room. Yes,she wasn't in her room. This room smelled and scented different from hers. Everything about the room felt different. The bed she was on was a king sized bed. Not that her bed was small, but this one was extremely large. With her eyes still tightly shut,she rubbed her hands on the bed trying to see if Samantha was on the bed with her. She moved her hands further and it touched something. And that something felt like a bra. She sprang up immediately. Her eyes widened when she realised that she wasn't in her room. Strange. Everything looks strange.

"Who's room is this?" She mumbled to herself. She took the bra and observed it. It was hers. That was when realisation dawned on her that she was naked or rather not in her own clothes. She gasped. She looked down at her body. 'oh no!' she mumbled. 'how did I end up here?'.

She looked around the room. She needed no soothsayer to tell her that the room was a male's, cause it screamed male.

She tried to recall how she got in the place. She felt her head begin to spin. She held it to alleviate the sudden pains she was feeling at the moment. That was when it hits her. She had gone to the club with her best friend and cousin brother. She asked the waiter to get her water and wine...........The rest was a blur. She didn't remember anything else.

'good Lord. No. Please' she placed her hands in form of a plea. She didn't want to think of the possibility of what might have happened when she was drunk. She didn't want to think that this man whoever he may be,took advantage of her in her drunken state.

Then again,she checked herself in the lower region for any pains, but nothing. She didn't feel sore or felt any pains at all. Thought they said first times were always painful, but why wasn't she feeling anything? Should she be grateful for that?.

She came down from the bed and went straight to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth. After she was done brushing, she took her bath. She saw different towels in the cabinet. She pulled one out and used it to wrap around her body.

On getting to the room, she creased her brows when she saw different clothes on the bed. She was surprised because she didn't hear the door opening or closing. That was the least of her problems as she took her eyes back to the clothes on the bed. 'they're beautiful' she admitted to herself. She was confused on which one to wear,but she finally settled for a baggy red t-shirt and blue jeans.

Nivea being the crazy girl she was,was already used to leaving the door unlocked whenever she wants to dress. She pulled the towel off her body and sat down on the bed, naked and began to apply the lotion she found on the dresser on her body.

'put on the effing towel on' her subconscious warned,but she turned deaf ears to it as she continued applying the lotion.

To be continued.

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