Kemi hated the kitchen. Hate, no not really. See, Kemi Loathed the kitchen. And yet, she loved it something fierce.
And as she went to bed, she only wished for Yomi to sleep off. Life, of course had other plans”Are you ready for some action, some good Naija action?” Yomi said, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Be there feeling like RMD, Hehe…” She taunted
“Ouch, more like Jim Iyke honey, and why are you still dressed” Yomi said, as his pants came off.
All he heard was
“…umnuh, ‘n tschmood…” Kemi said, scooting to the bathroom.
“I’m not I’m the mood” Kemi said as she closed the divider.
She actually was in the mood and she’d led him on. Until she remembered she had to throw up soon, and he couldn’t be awake by then. Especially because after throwing up, she expected to go back and have leftovers she saved for herself.
“…I’m doomed…” She thought, as she peeked through the divider to see Yomi still awake and grumpy.
I’ll think of a way… She whispered under her breath as she turned the sink tap on.
…God help me… Closing her eyes, she raised two fingers upwards and shoved it down her throat a she proceeded to vomit in the most quiet way she could imagine… With her mouth on the water.