I kinda picture that girl above as Tami but with a more rounded ass and a little bit more on the busty side. Trust me, she is so cute!

This chapter is dedicated to -drippedstunner and coffeeeeholic ❤️❤️

Ore's POV

What the fuck. I slipped a stray hair behind my ear and staring mindlessly at the supposed couple. My stomach began making queasy noises. The loud music faded away softly in the background as I ran my tongue over my glossy lips in frustration.

My eyes darted nervously between Tami and Dami who seemed engrossed in each other. Dami leaned to mutter something in her ear and his fingertips grazed her cheeks lightly before coming to rest on her thigh.

Could someone fuck me?

Tami was putting on a red fritz top which showcased her cleavage and a mini skirt of the same color. Her laps were thick, widespread and looked smooth to the touch without any acne or rashes. Dami ran his hand along the insides of her thigh as a smirk played on his cute lips.

Tami had obviously forgotten I existed. How the hell did they know each other huhnn?

Intrusive thoughts disrupted my mind as I merely stood watching the trapezoid scene. Tami giggled and inched closer to Dami before she arched her back to kiss him flat on the mouth. My eyes were burning with unshed tears and I swallowed the hurt and turned to take my leave.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like partying or being around jocks like Dami whose main purpose was to get in the ladies pants. As I muttered an 'excuse me' to a young couple who were groping each other on the cushioned seat, a silk velvety voice halted me in my steps.

"Ore?" Tami enquired finally regaining some sense. I caught her adjusting her skirt to cover some of her exposed skin and she was biting hard on her lip like a deer caught in the headlights.

The sides of my mouth lifted in a lopsided grin as I came face to face with Dami. He had gotten a new hair cut since when last I saw him and his lip ring shone in the golden lights accentuating his hardened features. Dami's open necked shirt revealed a tattoo of a dragon of some sort peeking from the baseline of his broad shoulder. His black slacks tailored his muscular build to perfection.

A look of recognition flitted across his features as his intense gaze caressed every inch of my yearning body before landing on Tami.

"You guys know each other?" he asked pointing his index ringed finger between the both of us.

Tami patted her black fringe hair that framed her heart shaped face and let out a deep breath.

"Hey," she called out to me blantantly ignoring Dami's question. "Come sit with us girl."

My spine stiffened and I crossed my arms in defiance. There was no way I was going to besides Dami. It wouldn't take long before I melted in a puddle at his feet. I had it bad for the dude.

I wanted his hot breath to fan my cheeks as he trailed small kisses on the soft spot near my earlobe. I didn't care if he had to make sexual advances towards me in return for his undying attention. Dami gave me a toothy grin and gestured for me to come sit on his lap. I huffed as a drunk dude bumped into me and made me lose my balance momentarily.

Tami heaved a sigh and got up to assist me, propping her sturdy arms to propel my body forward. I sucked in a sharp breath. For a moment, I thought history was going to repeat itself.

I exhaled deeply as feets shuffled to accommodate me on the crowded sofa. The freakish guy had splashed some of his sloppy drink on my leg and I furiously wiped it off.

Things were getting a little bit weird.

In an instant, Ore was being pulled into Dami's rock hard abs and her heart rate escalated. She could barely lift her gaze up to stare at his finely chiseled features. She found herself nervously scanning the alcoholic beverages that littered the glass table in front of her for any familiarity. Tami plopped down besides Ore, a faint glimmer of hurt flickering in her brown eyes before they glazed over.

"Care for a drink?" Tami asked dryly, grabbing her monnet and gulping it down her parched throat. Ore flinched as Tami's face morphed into a frown at the bitter taste. Dami's arm was wrapped loosely around Ore's waist holding her in position. He was engaging in a light conversation with a fat, burly man by his side who was way older than him.

Ore took a wild guess that he was the birthday celebrant because Dami was hailing him loudly as he ordered more and more drinks for those continuously asking for a refill. Ore eyed the guy from head to toe. He was well dressed in a native attire which folded nicely over his frame and his fingers flashed with silver rings.

His head was bald and his face was too plump for his own good. The man brought out bundles of cash from his voluminous pocket and offered it to the waiter as payment without counting. Ore watched in awe before she felt a solid tap on her arm.

"Look, I am sorry I couldn't call okay," Tami apologized, wringing her hand together. She swallowed before continuing, "I feel like a bitch for doing that to you!"

Ore swatted a hand in front of her face and scoffed. "Tami, there was no need for that okay?"

"I wasn't so mad at you." Ore lied through her teeth. She had been pretty angered because she thought Tami was acting up and trying to put out their foretold meeting.

"Where are your friends by the way?" Ore shouted. The loud music was turned up even louder and beneath her feet, she could feel the floorboards vibrate.

"Ummm . . ." Tami scratched the back of her neck. "They are at the bar having a couple of drinks with some oldies."

Ore laughed at that and relaxed further into Dami. The cold stench of cigarette filled her nostrils and she turned to glare at Dami who was dragging on his smoke and puffing ringlets in the humid air.

Tami muttered a 'gross' under her breath and dropped her cup carefully on the table before getting up and making her way opposite.

"Enjoy the fucking party!" Tami cheered, bouncing on her heels. Immediately, Ore slid from Dami's heated body and occupied the vacant space. Dami mindlessly passed his untouched drink to Ore and ordered for her to down the liquid.

"No, I don't drink!" Ore stated, shaking her head for effect.

"Ooh, come on . . . It's only just a harmless drink." He pouted and furrowed his sleek brows. "Do it for me please?"

His whining tone and the way his cherry blossom lip pressed into a thin line made Ore collect the drink from his outstretched arm and mutter a silent prayer before gulping the hot, scalding liquor.

"Shit," she cursed. Her vision became hazy for a few moments. She had to blink her eyes repeatedly before her focus sharpened. Strong arms pulled her up and dragged her to the circular dance floor. The crowd had thinned considerably and the loud cheers from some drunk students were almost minimal making Ore sigh in relief.

The DJ switched up the hip hop song to a rather slow paced one as Johnny Drille's soft voice boomed through the overhead speakers. The club lights flashed a neon colour highlighting Dami's intense gaze and the light stubble on his chin.

He drew her closer, tucking a stray hair back and muttering sweet words that made her squirm.

"You are looking beautiful tonight," Dami breathed. "I almost couldn't believe it was you jeez!"

Ore gave a hearty chuckle as her steps fell into place with Dami's and the rhythm of the music. Her head was a bit woozy and she leaned in, resting her chin on his broad shoulders. The intoxicating scent of his cologne drowned her senses.

The sharp figures of the other dancers seemed to fade with time and it was only Dami's encircled arm around her thin waist line that prevented Ore's knees from buckling underneath her.

I'll be so far away

Promise you'll wait for me

I go dey pray for you everyday

My love, yeah, yeah . . .

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Author's note: Why do I feel this chapter is shitty? Oooh guys, please I need constructive criticism on it.

Anything specifically not likeable? And what do you think of Dami so far?

Things are about to get heated up. Stay tuned ❤️