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Chapter 11


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Ore had already accepted her fate that she would land on the floor and embarrass her poor self yet again. She hugged Philip's black jacket tighter around frame as she fell onto rock hard abs. She pried her eyelid open, expecting her face to have already kissed the ground but was instead met with an irritated Dami.

A lit cigar was dangling precariously from the edge of his pink lips and his lined eyebrows were furrowed. His five o'clock shadow giving an edge to his squared jaw. In close up, Ore noticed that his nose was a bit crooked and a tattoo was peeping from the neckline of his stark white shirt.

Ore swallowed her spittle as her eyes fell on the sparse hair on his broad chest. Her fingertips were absentmindedly running through them, entwining them together. Her breathing hitched and the loud beat of the music seemed like a dull throb in her ears.

She could hear the rapid palpitations of his heart and his dark skin was cool and crisp to the touch. Ore was baffled, never had she laid eyes on a creation so perfect and feature so intricate like Dami. His honey brown eyes bore holes into her and she quickly realized that she was gripping onto his muscular arms for support.

She was about to right herself when Dami pushed her away from his body. Her breath stank of fresh lemon and he found himself hating the smell for no obvious reason. Ore fell on her butt with her mouth hanging open. She spotted a slay queen brushing an absent dirt off Dami's spotless shirt.

Her short, pink gown was riding on her hips and with the way she crossed her long legs and blew out a breath, Ore thought she looked somewhat familiar. It was apparent that she was a bit older in age because of the deep creases between her eyebrow and the robust sides of her cheek. Dami leaned in to whisper something in her ear and he was standing up in seconds, his powerful stance magnifying his presence.

He rolled his shoulder and took a step towards the frightened Ore. From a safe distance, Mercy watched with jaw slackened. Dami bent to stare at Ore in the face and she cringed at the 'I-don't-care' look that marred his perfectly shaped features. He dragged on his cigar, the blunt end lighting up a flaming red and some of the ash fell on her jacket.

Ore's eyes never left his as she watched the way his pupils danced in delight. He puffed the smoke in her face and she coughed as the acrid smell of weed filled her nostrils. Ore huffed suddenly coming to her senses and proceeded to give Dami a hard slap.

Her hand froze in mid-air as Dami flung it away from him. The back of her palms grazed the edge of the table and a glass cup smashed on the floor, barely missing her eyelid. It's content poured on the expensive marble and continued it's trail undisturbed.

"Don't you dare," Dami stated harshly.

The events that followed was blurry through the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks. Ore felt herself being pulled into a hard frame and she welcomed Philip's intoxicating scent with open arms. Philip's warm body protected her from the awkward stares and she leaned on his chest. She felt ashamed. It didn't help that she caught onto the snide remarks and hate comments as Philip led the way out of the crowded club.

". . . who the hell does she think she is?"

"her face looks so ugly and her clothes smell like something that was picked from the sales at Choba junction."

"She's a douche."

"Yeah, that's right . . . Get her the hell away from here."

By now, Philip and Ore were snaking through the sparse population of old men who were sitting in the bar area and sipping their drinks silently. The cold air hit her hard and Ore hugged Philip's jacket tighter about her stiff shoulders.

Philip quickened his pace as they neared the gate that would lead them into the wide spread driveway filled with different range of cars. Ore gulped as the sickening image of the bouncers with evil smirks and barely concealed irritation flitted in her mind's eye. They reminded her of a particular someone. Dami.

Ore would never forget this night in her life. The night Dami had disgraced her openly, the night he had kissed a random girl in her face, the same night he raked his eyes over her and wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

The hard stare he had given her.

The way his muscles strained against his shirt.

The simper plastered on his lips.

The stench of the cigarette.

Everything about the place made her want to throw up. But Philip's strong arms about her gave her a sense of comfort and a momentary sigh escaped her lips. She wished things had gone differently. She wished Mercy was never in the picture, she regretted the day that girl came into her life, she wanted to drop everything and go back to her home in Delta state.

Ore wished she could defer her admission right there and then; but a fat tear escaped her red rimmed eyes at the realization that she wasn't in control of anything concerning her studies. Her staunchly religious parents were not going to bail out just because of one fateful incident which wouldn't have happened if she wasn't there in the first place.

The opening of a car door pulled her out of her reverie. Ore suddenly became uncomfortable with Philip's hot breath fanning her neck, she wanted to at least maintain her sanity if not anything. She was supposed to be angry at Philip for not standing up for her. Instead, she felt angry at herself. Angry for not being able to keep her emotions in check, angry for being a coward and allowing Dami to trample all over her.

She turned from the door that was being held ajar. Even though the AC filled car called out to her, she walked away.

Philip kept on shouting her name and pleading for her to allow him take her to her hostel since it was so late. Ore didn't care, she was done being the pitied party. It was high time she stood up for herself, life wasn't a bed of roses and she had to be tough in order to overcome the obstacles that was going to come her way.

With that firm resolve in mind, she flagged down a taxi and ordered for the driver to take her home.

"Madam, I don't know your house." The driver's eyes met hers through the rear view mirror and he huffed in irritation. The warmth of the car seemed to seep into Ore's aching body and she relaxed into the leather seat.

"Take me to Delta hostel," she stated, staring out of the window into the night sky.

The driver revved the car engine and pulled away from the club entrance. Ore heaved a deep sigh before sparing a glance back. Philip was standing by the roadside with his hands placed on both sides of his hip. Ore felt her heart shatter at the sight, she reasoned that he would be looking for her. Deep down, she knew Philip cared but she was too scared to admit it.

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Author's note: I feel bad for Ore but at least, she has someone that cares for her. I guess maybe it's time for her to come to terms with that fact. Or don't you think?

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