“You said you like Mr Eazi, yeah?”
Wait, what? My eyes fly open, my duvet off my body and my breasts jiggle as I hurry to the door.
I open the door, rush out and see Mr Eazi at the foot of the stairs. My hands fly to my mouth – my morning breath a staggering reminder that I am not dreaming – as the reality hits me.
“Mr Eazi…” I say.
“You’re easily my favorite fan right now,” he replies with a smile and I follow his gaze and realize they’re fixed on my naked boobs.
But still, I don’t cover my breasts. No, not because I am a Ho. It’s because I am actually too shocked to move.
“Yeah…” then I slowly realize I shouldn’t be naked in front of my current fave Artiste, so I turn slowly and return to the bedroom.
Now let me update you as usual.
So, last week, we got a cameo from a popular Nollywood Actor on our set…
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