Chapter 9
"The Slick Sliders are a brotherhood," Tobby explained, "made up of rich kids from Nigeria's top schools—both secondary and university. That lounge is members-only. Everyone in there contributed to this party. And get this—this isn't even Michael's house like we were told. Most of these guys' parents are either Masons or something similar."
I was drowning in confusion. My mind raced: So my friend of six months was this deep? Things like this actually exist among the rich? Man, what has this world come to?
My thoughts were interrupted by Tobby: "Me, I'm just here for the DJing and girls! You better figure out why you're here before something happens... By the way, where's Yvonne? Been looking for her everywhere."
YVONNE! That fake Santa Claus? Tsk... I thought to myself.
"She said she was going to sleep in one of the rooms," I replied casually. "Don't know which one exactly."
I'd lied to Tobby, of course. You think I wanted him to go finish what I started? No way! Let Yvonne sleep..
I was still processing the shocking revelation about the party when I left Tobby chatting up some girl. I headed back to the poolside where I'd left Faith, only to find that same guy from earlier sitting in my spot, talking to her.
"What's with this guy? Doesn't he know better?" my jealous mind screamed in protest.
When Faith spotted me, she brightened up.
"Hi baby, seen him?"
Let me ask you all a few questions.