“Where your phone, lemme take a picture of you and Lawrence?” Isaac offered.
“Here it is.” Becca said pulling it out of the pocket of her figure fitting jeans. They struck pose after pose while Ice Man clicked away, Loretta joined in too, striking playful poses as her man snapped away.
“Loretta, here take the phone and take some pictures of me and them.”
“Okay.” She said and reached for the phone. It happened in a flash, just as her fingers were closing in around the phone, it dropped into the ice bucket. Ice Man clumsily tried to fish it out and finally succeeded.
“I am so sorry.” He blurted out.
“It does not matter,” Rebecca said taking the phone from him and trying to drain out as much water as possible. She could not remove her battery as this phone’s came, inbuilt. After a while of trying, she flung the phone aside and went back to dancing with Lawrence. The phone soon relegated to the back of her mind.
The rest of the night went by in a blur, the next thing she remembered was waking up next to Lawrence at the mansion fully clothed, her temple was pounding and her mouth was completely parched.
“What happened last night?” She searched herself and could not find her phone, panic rising; her eyes perused the room till it fell on her phone resting on the nightstand. She retrieved it and tried to turn it on to no avail.
“What happened to my phone? It wouldn’t not turn on” Her panicked voice rising as she shook Lawrence.
“Eh…” Lawrence opened his eyes and shut it again against the glare of the morning light. “What is it?”
“My phone has refused to turn on!”
“Oh that,” Lawrence sat up, “don’t you remember? It fell into the ice bucket at the club last night.”
“When, how, who dropped it in the water?”
“While Ice Man was using it to take pictures, it slipped and fell into the ice bucket. In fact you told him to forget about it and flung it aside. I picked it up and brought it home.”
She was now perched at the edge of the huge mattress, her face a display of befuddlement, trying to recall the night before, her head hurt her more at the effort.
“I should never have drunk so much alcohol. My parents would start to panic when they can’t reach me on the phone.” She said worried.
“Come here,” Lawrence said lifting the blanket. “Ice Man left to go get you a new phone, we would get a new SIM later in the day, and in the meantime we can use my phone to talk to your folks.”
“Aw, thanks babe. You are the best and it is mighty nice of Ice Man to offer to get me another phone.”
“He wouldn’t have to if you had heeded my advice and gotten a smaller phone, so you never get to be offline.”
“Gerout jor!!” She said turning playful from him, making sure her butt was pressed to his crotch.
Lawrence’s hand snaked its way up her body and came to rest on her breast. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling away from him.
“Making you feel better.” He replied, his hand continuing its lazy journey into her blouse until it found flesh. She sighed as his hands fondled her breasts, slowly; she turned to face him, allowing him to cover her lips with his, her headache beginning to ebb, her phone, once again forgotten. She moaned as his wandering hands continue to traverse the vast expanse of her body. Lawrence was a great kisser and his kisses always left her light headed and breathless but she did not want him to stop, she pulled him closer, wishing they could fuse and become one. They were in the throe of passion when a knock sounded on the door, interrupting them.
Iceman poked his head out of the side of the door. “Good morning guys.” He noticed Becca’s undone blouse and the flush of her face. “Did I interrupt something?” He asked with a grin.
“Good morning, did you get the phone?” Lawrence asked with a growl.
“Yes, I placed an order for it; it should be here by noon.”
“Thank you Ice Man for offering to buy me a new phone, I really appreciate it.”
“It no problem, after all it was I who dropped it in water.”
“No worry, money dey, I dey expect better money soon. How much be phone?” He laughed.