"It's six o'clock in the morning and yet I can't sleep. He has been out with the guys all night on the east side getting drunk again. This is the third weekend this month. I know that our life hasn't been the best since we been together, and we definitely haven't been seeing eye to eye in the last 6 months. But damn is this what he wants? Is this the type of life I'm living for? What if he really is with another woman? What if it is much worse? What if he is dead or maybe even in jail?" I thought to myself as I sipped a Mimosa from the clear crystal champagne glass. I stared out of the window hoping that all of my thoughts would just wash away like the thunderstorm rain was washing all of the dirt from the window. I had been up all-night thinking crazy thoughts of our relationship. Wondering to myself "Is it really over?" The strange thing was, as I was thinking it this time, I did not shed one tear. I just felt as if it was time to move on anyway. I never could understand for the life of me, why I was still holding on. I decided to pack my things and go. I walked away from the window, gulping down the last of the bubbly orange flavored drink. I placed the glass on the counter and began to look for my luggage bags. Placing one item in the bags at a time thinking about how much dusting I would have to do when I move back into the loft that I owned overlooking the city. When he and I began to get serious, no matter the situation, my mother had always taught me to keep me a back-up plan. So, I never let go of my place, even if we were to have married, I would have at least rented it out for some extra side cash. David and I were inseparable in the beginning. We had been together for two years until the day he had showed me another side to a life that I wasn't really ready for. David was an owner of a local nightclub called The Fire, as well as a business consultant for a one of the biggest business firms in St. Louis that his father owned. The Fire was one of the most popular spots in the St. Louis area. Everyone showed their faces there, mostly celebrities. I had never been there myself because, I'm not a club scene type of chick like that, more of a sports bar girlie. When David had to work, I would just go and hang with my girls at The Bridge Bar and Grill or Nations Bar and Grill. We were popular at those two locations. I really wasn't the late night type of chick either. A couple of happy hours with my girls, my man, and my great job, I was living my best life. I felt as if I was on top of the world. It had been good to me. One night, six months ago my girls and I decided to go try The Fire for the first time, just to check it out. I didn't tell David I was coming because I wanted to surprise him and do something different. I got dressed in my Balmain long sleeved mock neck striped mesh metal cocktail dress with my Christian Louboutin Maratena 100 metallic pvc red bottom sandal heels. My hair was pulled into a messy bun. I rocked gold metallic bangles around my wrist and gold metallic big hoop earrings with spikes hanging from them, as well as light makeup. My girls and I walked in and the music was jumping. The sound of Migos would have anyone ready to party. The dance floor was red as the bottom of my shoes, the walls were black and the stage had a red glowing light over it giving it a sexy lit ambiance. The people filled the room with glasses in their hand , the servers were dressed in black corsets with red lining, black spanks with red lining, black fishnet pantyhose, black leather stilettos, flawless makeup, handcuff style bracelets. The bartenders were men dressed in black slacks with red suspenders, no shirt, with a rhinestone bowtie on and black loafers pouring drinks like professional mixologist. I was taken aback just a little because it seemed sexier than I thought a club should be, but the thought left my head just as soon as I thought it. My girls and I walked over to the bar and ordered our drinks. I ordered a Blue Mother Fucker which contained all of the house alcohol mixed with Blue Curacao. Although, I don't go to clubs, again I do visit Bar and Grills for my fun especially on Karaoke night. The bartender handed us our drinks. I asked him if he knew where David was. He responded "He's upstairs. Just go left and turn the corner and go up the stairs. It will be the third door on the left at the end of the hall." I proceeded to walk away with my crew at tow. When I walked up the stairs there where couples on them making out. I thought to myself "Get a room." as I continued to walk. I got to the hallway and there were people inside and outside the rooms doing the same as those on the stairs. My friends and I looked on into amazement, and began looking at one another like "What the fuck did we walk into?" The hallway was nothing but windows to look out onto the dance floor other than the doors on one side, however I noticed when we were down there on the floor you couldn't see up here. I realized then that it was a two-way mirror. As I reached the room a woman walked out and I grabbed the door as she did. I walked in and the scent of sex in the air hit me like a diesel truck, David adjusting his clothes was all I needed. "Really David? Fucking Really?" I yelled. "Baby? Like, what the fuck are you doing here? "he yelled looking caught up. "So, this is what you are doing every night is fucking hoes in the club? I should have known fucking better, no man that work in a club is faithful and real! Y'all always on some fuckboy shit! I can't believe I would put my trust in you! You ain't shit!" I screamed as I walked out of the door. He came running up behind me, as I tucked my pain in and ran down the stairs. The sound of the music stopped as I hit the bottom of the stairs. A bed started dropping from the ceiling over the dance floor. The DJ announced over the loudspeaker "She is back again ladies and gentlemen. Ready to tease and please. Get your drinks ready! Get your money ready! Introducing, the one and only Sin Cinnamon!" as people began to clap, whistle and scream. My home girl Jasmin looked at me and asked me "Are you alright Cass? Just give me the ok and I will gut punch his bitch ass. You know I have been taking self-defense classes and shit." "No Jas, I'm good. I'm just gonna go to his house and pack my things and leave." I said as I walked out ignoring him scream my name. "You alright girl?" Neesha my other home girl asked as she was looking back. "Yeah, I'm great! Peachy as fuck Neesha!" I said in anger, not meaning to take my attitude out on her, but I wasn't alright and I wished they would stop asking. "Damn bitch, you don't have to get an attitude with me? I didn't do it." She said back with an attitude. "I'm sorry Neesha. I didn't mean to take it out on you. It's just, I can't believe this mother fucker would do some shit like this." I said as tears began to well up in my eyes again. We jumped in my all black 2025 Dodge Challenger Demon and drove away. Neesha fired the blunt and we decided to go to The Bridge instead of his house, besides I had plenty of time to get my things, because he wouldn't have been there until around four in the morning anyway. We sat on the dance floor side and watched everyone sing karaoke. While they laughed I was in a dark place, my thoughts of what I saw was beginning to take control. "Hey Cass, are you singing tonight? Come on girl get it out of you the way you love to. Don't let him fuck up your night. Besides I already wrote your name on the board, and everyone is waiting." Jas said handing me the mic snapping me out of my dark thoughts. I grabbed the mic and walked to the stage. The music began to play, and I wasted no time belting out the notes. "All alone, on my knees I pray for the strength to stay away." I sang Lisa Fischer's, How can I ease the pain. I closed my eyes and got deeper into the song and before I knew it, it was over. Everyone in the room began to clap, whistle and stand from their chairs as if I was a professional singer and they paid to come see me. Jas and Neesha looked as if they were amazed by the vocals that I had but been around me my whole life and knew that I could do a little something, but I guess not that much. Hell, I didn't even know I had it in myself to move a crowd, but I guess it's true what they say, "Sing from your heart and gut and you can make the music happen." I placed the mic back on the stand and went and sat down to sip more of my drink. I looked around and it was a guy in the back of a dark corner just watching me, when he realized that I caught eye contact with him, he clapped his hands at me applauding lightly for only me to see. I smiled dryly. He smiled harder showing his beautiful white teeth and the dimple on his chin. I found him sexy but my mind wasn't too much focused enough for new friends. I turned my head away and began focusing in on Jas and Neesha "Damn bitch, I knew you could sing, but I didn't know you could sang, sang." Neesha said leaning back in her chair laughing. "Yeah Cass. We have all been best friends all of our lives and heard you hit a few notes from you singing safe songs, but damn girl was it really like that tho'? Now I don't want to get up and sing with you at all anymore you're gonna outshine both of us" Jas said as she laughed. I cracked a fake smile but still couldn't muster up the energy to give them my full entertainment for the night. "Bitch, if you don't snap the fuck out of it, I'm gonna snap your fucking neck! Fuck that nigga! You have been there before Cass. You meet a guy, fall for him and then he does fuck shit. You always found a way to snap back and get back." Neesha said as she waved her hand. As you can tell, my girl Neesha is the wild, hood friend that everyone has around. Her attitude was similar to Tiffany Haddish on Girls Trip. Although, we all had a little bit of Tiffany in us. Jas was the fiesty one, she always was ready to fight at any given moment. A straight head busta, she gave no fucks about it either. Me? I was the one mixed with them both but that was back then. I had grown away from all of that hood shit once my mom passed away three years ago. "I'm sorry girls. It's just that I really thought he was the one this time." I said knowing Neesha was right. "You know what Neesh? You're right. I was always known for my get back. Now it's time to get back." I said as I grabbed my glass, knocked the rest of it back and waved the barmaid down. "Hey Ms. Cassie. Would you like another glass?" She asked with a pretty smile on her face. The young woman was stacked, I mean built like a brick house. Her name was Kiva. She was pretty as can be. All of the men in the bar wanted her but she knew how to fan them off without losing her tips. She was the owner's granddaughter and the co-owner's daughter. "Yeah, baby girl. The usual would be perfect, make it stronger tho', also, add six tequila shots a piece for my girls, Jose' gold preferably not too crazy about that 1800 bull shit or Luna. " I replied with a smile. "Yes, Ma'am coming right up." she said as she walked away smiling. "Damn Cass six shots a piece? Really? Who the fuck is gonna drive?" Jas asked looking at me crazy. "Bitch the fuck you mean who gonna drive? You know damn well I can handle my liquor unlike y'all asses." I laughed trying to put the night behind me. I got up from the table and walked to the restroom. I guess the reason why I love to come here the most was because the bathrooms are never nasty. EVER. The drinks are never watered down and they are all friendly. The food is to die for. I used the restroom, washed my hands, fixed my makeup and proceeded to walk out of the door. "So, you are just gonna ignore me all night?" The guy with the dimple in his chin asked. "No, just some of the night." I said as I cracked a smile. I noticed the smell of his cologne Gucci was it. The smell of seduction filled the room, and it was definitely on him. He was dark skinned, about 6'1", freshly lined shiny goatee, low haircut with waves, muscular build, like that stripper guy with that long tongue, I had been seeing on all of those social media videos. He was wearing a pair of fresh black Balmain slim-fit destroyed jeans, black Balmain button up shirt with the red Balmain logo on the left side of the shirt with a fresh black t-shirt under it, with some black Balmain-embossed smooth leather ranger ankle boots, black Balmain Ribbed leather belt, Santos de Cartier watch large model, automatic, steel to match the buckles on his pants and shoes, and Panthère de Cartier earrings with white gold, diamonds, rubies, and onyx stones on them. I mean the man alone was wearing almost 20,000 worth of merchandise for one night. "Hmm, he must be caked up. Doesn't matter either way, I have my own bread, but it doesn't hurt at all that he does." I thought to myself as I smiled to him. He held his hand out for me to shake as he said his name "Chris. Chris Harris, and you?" he asked with such a seductive smile on his face. "Cassie Wright." I replied in a small flirtatious tone. "Do you cum alot ? I mean come here a lot? It seems everyone knows you well." He asked as he stuttered. "Yeah, my girls and I hang in here every night they have karaoke. What about you?" I asked lifting my right eyebrow. "No, this is my first time here. I'm not from here. I am actually visiting on business and one of the guys I work with brought me here to this place. It seems to be such a nice place. By the way, I love your voice Ms. Cassie. I never met anyone that can sing that particular song the way she does and where I am from, many have tried and failed." He said smiling from ear to ear. Just me looking at him gave my pussy the wettest thong and the alcohol wasn't helping either, I was really ready to take him on, but I didn't want to jump too fast. "Thank you. Hell, I didn't know I had it in myself to sing that song. Hell' I didn't even choose it. So where are you from? How long are you in town? What do you do?" I asked. Wanting to know more about this mysterious fella I just met. "You're welcome. Oh yeah, you had that song. I'm from New York, originally The Bronx. I am here for the next six months. I am an Architect." He replied smiling and yet humble. "Oh, ok, so, you design buildings and shit huh? The Architect from the Boogie Down Bronx?" I laughed a little giving it my best New York accent. He laughed "Yeah I design buildings and shit from the Bronx. Please let's continue this conversation in one of these booths?" He grabbed my hand and led me over to a booth not that far from the bathroom. We sat in that booth for a while just laughing and talking. "Ms. Cassie, would you like for me to bring your drink over here?" Kiva asked with a smile and a wink. "Yes please, Ms. Kiva. Also, I would like to order some food when you come back please." I replied. She walked away and came back to bring my drinks and take my order. I had completely got lost in the conversation he and I were engaged in. I was so deep that I forgot I had brought my girls with me. He ordered food as well. We talked, laughed, drank, ate, shared a few jokes. We were talking for hours. When I looked up Jas and Neesha walked over to the table he and I were sitting at. "Uhmm, hello, hi. Did you forget about us?" Neesha asked looking at me with that "Damn he fine." look. "Hello. How are you Mr.?" Jas asked with the same look on her face. "Jas, Neesha this is Chris from the Bronx. Chris these are my girls Jas and Neesha." I introduced. "Hello ladies." He replied grabbing their hands and kissing them. "He is definitely a gentleman." I thought to myself. "Hey so, it is one o'clock as you know, and I was thinking that maybe for the first time ever with your boring ass, we should switch it up and head to the east side Cass and bring your friend with you, so you can show him why the call this the Show Me state?" Jas asked. "Come on guys, y'all know I don't do the club scene." I replied. "Yeah, come on let's go to the eastside so you can show me how you are so St. Louis?" Chris said and poked his bottom lip out and laughed at the same time. "Besides, I don't think I want to end this night with you." He said looking me in my eyes. "Ok, fine. But y'all hoes are gonna owe me big time." I said as I grabbed my gold metallic clutch as we all began to walk out of the door. I walked over to my car with Chris at tow. "Hmm, so I see you like strong cars. I also see that, that is far too much muscle for you to handle women. I'm gonna follow you, let me go get my car." He laughed as he walked to his car. I started my car, the engine and the pipes just roared. I gave it some gas and she screamed louder. "I don't think so sir, I'm a big girl. I can handle a lot of strength and muscles." I said as he walked on the other side of the parking lot in a flirtatious manner. He pulled up on the side of me in the same car but his was red. "Well let's see if you can handle all of that for real?" He said as he laughed. "Okay bitch, he is really matching your energy, isn't he?" Neesha said laughing out loud. "Ok, just so you know, I like to ride mine fast and hard so make sure you can keep up." I said flirtatiously. I watched as he lit a cigar and stretched his arms out as if he was gesturing "ladies first." I smashed on the gas and screeched down the street with him at tow. I jumped on highway I-70E and rolled all the way to the Mckinley bridge heading to Illinois and merged on. I was hitting 130 on the dash knowing that she could go much faster. I checked my mirror and he was right on my tail. "I love a man that can keep up." I laughed and said out loud as Jas held on to the seatbelt for dear life. I punched it some more pushing it to 160 straight across the bridge. We reached the east side and headed over to PT's. A gentleman's club but ladies love to jam there just as much if not more than the men. We pulled up and all eyes were on us. 2 Dodge Challenger Demons pulling up together as if the cars were coupled 1 black the other red made people turn their heads and give them a nasty look. We found side by side parking spots and hopped out. Paid our fair to get in and headed off. He was looking around in amazement, seeing all of these thick and pretty exotic dancers just twerking on men and women, dollars being thrown everywhere. It was going down over there, and it was only 2 am. "Yeah, I take it y'all don't have any of this in the Bronx huh?" I laughed and took a seat. "No. Women like this doesn't even exist in my city but we do have strip clubs, the girls look nothing like this." He replied looking at me bashfully smiling. "I can see why you don't go to clubs. Because it's too many people around. Make you dizzy. Can we go somewhere where it is a lot less people?" he asked sipping his Duesse from the small plastic, clear cup. "Sure. I thought you would never ask." I replied as I finished off my Skittles drink, grabbing him by the hand and heading into a darker secluded location of the club behind the curtains. We took a seat in the spot where it was only a few people. Behind the curtains is where it goes all the way down, and believe me it was definitely going down, but it was the only location in the club that was a lot less people. "Man, its so many people over there, and all I see is more coming in as we sat there. I started to get a little hot over there. Besides I had to readjust my mans too many times sitting over there looking you in your face watching you bounce that ass under that little sexy dress of yours and all of these naked bodies isn't helping either, out there or in here." He said sitting next to me on the small sofa. "Yeap, and that's why I don't do clubs. It gets too congested too fast." I replied turning back towards him after looking around. No sooner than I turned my head he kissed me. "Oh my God! His lips are so soft. Damn, the way he worked his tongue in my mouth, I wondered can he work it like that elsewhere? Duesse really doesn't taste that bad. Mmm, mmm, mmm. My lord, he got me bout to soak this couch down." I thought to myself as I kissed him back. I was caught off guard by his tenderness, while he worked his tongue all over my mouth. He let go of my face and pulled away. My nipples were hard as fuck. Pussy was juiced out. "I'm sorry but I've been wanting to do that to you all night." He said breathing heavily face to face with me. "Huh? Oh shit." I replied lost in a quiet trans. "I would love to show you some other things too, if you don't mind?" He said raising his one eyebrow as if he was awaiting my approval. "Mmm, like what?" I replied, breathing heavy with my eyes held low giving him a seductive look. He looked at me and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me down on the couch and began kissing me some more. We were lost in time forgetting that we were in public. Forgetting that people were around. Forgetting that we really don't know each other like that. All thoughts were lost except for one, sex. I laid on back and he kissed me, gripping my ass with his right hand and my full-size left breast with the other. Sucking on my bottom lip, breathing heavier and heavier. He removed his right hand from my ass and placed it under my dress pulled my lace boy thong panties to the side and began to softly place his thumb on my clitoris moving in a circular motion. I hissed out in pleasure as I dripped all over is forefinger that he started to apply inside of my warmth. He slowly moved down my body biting my nipple through my dress, I moaned out "More." in a soft gentle tone. "More?" He asked as he consistently moved lower and lower. He got to my panties and took a deep intoxicating sniff, "Mmm." he grunted very primal like. He began to remove them from my body with one hand while continuing to play with my nipples. He had taken my hands and tied them up with the panties, looked me dead in the eyes and said to me "You better not fucking move!" In a low, sexy, demanding voice. "Ok." was all I managed to get out. I think I wanted him more than he wanted me at this point, but we were in the midst of finding out who wanted who more. He went back low and all I could feel was an electrocution spike throughout my body causing me to whimper out like a sad puppy as he lapped my clit up between those full-size lips of his. He gently worked his tongue in and out of my pussy and around my bean making sure he doesn't leave her out here and there. It was as if this man knew my body, he knew where to lick and where to blow, where to suck and where to go. My nipples got harder with every lick. He raised his hand under my dress to grip my nipples, releasing them out of the matching lace bra and pinched and groped them. Sending chills throughout my body. I was beginning to go crazy. He continued the slow pace until my body began to buck and shake into convulsions like I was having a seizure. He let go and gave me an evil grin wiping his chin with his forearm. The grin was evil and yet seductive as fuck and it had me trembling and shaking about what was coming next. He continued to play around with my nipples. I started sweating as if someone put the heat on hell in the damn place. "Damn you taste good. This Architect from the Bronx is ready to break these walls down and rebuild them all over again. Are you ready?" He asked smiling from ear to ear. "Yes please." I begged. With his hand he removed his dark colored sledgehammer and slapped it a few times on the nail so professionally. "Mmmm. Ssss." I moaned. He placed it inside of me slowly attempting to fill his way in to make sure it wasn't a load bearing wall. "Ohhh." I let escape my mouth as he attempts to place himself deeper inside of me. "Oh my God." I managed to get out as I can feel that he was entirely too much for me. He began to pump away at my pussy, knocking down my left and then my right wall. All the while he is asking "Can you feel that?" "Yes, I can feel it." I replied as tears began to drip down my eyes from the pleasurable pain, he was gifting. " Tell me how it feels?" he asked as if he was demanding an answer. "It feels so good baby, damn." I responded while he held my panties using them as handcuffs. "Do you like the way I kissed that pussy?" he whispered seductively "Yess. Ohh Yess. Sss." I moaned getting close to reaching my peak. "Do you want this pussy to be mine, and belong to me and only me?" He asked and kissed my lips. " Ohh fuck yeah? Yes baby." I replied as I began to reach climax. " Well now that we have that established, who's your daddy?" He asked as he started picking up the pace. "You!" I moaned. "I'm your daddy huh? Are you sure about that? If so, cum for me! Cum for me now!" he said as he lifted my legs like he was changing my diaper pumping harder and faster. My pussy started getting wetter and wetter as he went faster and faster and harder and harder. Telling me to cum on command drove me insane. By the time he finished with the second demand of "Cum for me now!" it was over. I was cuming all over his dick. The white creamy substance mixed with me squirting all over that couch left it looking as if someone poured a glass of milk on the both of us. I screamed out in so much pleasure, looking as if I was having convulsions. He was still going. "Now that I got that pussy coming like that, I ain't done, turn the fuck over." He commanded as he gripped the panties and my right leg and flipped me over on my knees making me lay top flat with the perfect arch and my ass up. "Damn, you got a pretty ass and I'm gonna tear it up." He said to me as he bit down on his bottom lip. My thought was "Please don't hurt her and hurt her." just as soon as I thought it the words escaped my lips. He looked at me with a confused look on his face and said "Hurt it? Baby I'm not gonna hurt her never. I am gonna give her what she been needing for a long time. I'm gonna take real good care of her." he said and bent down to give her a kiss. I moaned out in pleasure once again as he placed his chocolate bar inside of my walls once again. "Grr, damn this some good ass pussy. Who knew St. Louis girls had it like this?" he let out. It made me think to myself "Bitch, are you really gonna give this man all of the control? If he keeps fucking you like this, your ass will be moving with him in a whole other state. You better whip his ass." I thought to myself. I raised up on my elbows to get a good sturdy stance and started throwing my ass back to him. "Oh shit. Fuck, yeah mami. Throw that ass back. Daddy like that. Mmm, mmm, mmm." He said as he still held tight to my panties that he slowly was losing his grip on. "You like when I throw this ass back daddy?" "Hell yeah. Mmm" he said as he tried to catch the rhythm but the way he began to move, I can tell he couldn't get one. "Tell me who this dick belongs to?" I asked as I started throwing it back harder. "Damn, ma this your dick. Shit, u fucking the shit out of me. I'm about to fucking bust." He said as he started grunting and groaning damn near loader over the music. "Yeah baby, tell me where you want to nut baby? My mouth? My ass? Or this pussy that you can't seem to pull out of?" I asked giving it a little laugh. By this time, he has leaned all the way back and I am in reverse cowgirl position, so I'm popping this ass up and down as I ride this black stallion. "I wanna cum in that pussy baby! In fact, I'm cumming in that pussy right now! Grrrr,ahh, mmm!" He screamed while gripping my ass, and at the same time my pussy was cuming. I screamed out "Well, cum in this pussy nigga cause I'm cuming on that dick baby." At the same time playing with myself. We were out of breath, trying to gain control of ourselves. All of a sudden, we were snapped back into reality as everyone in the back room began to clap and whistle and scream out as if we just put on the greatest performance ever. People were standing around just watching in amazement. Including Jas and Neesha. I gathered myself and was able to run to the ladies' room since I already had on a dress, embarrassed about what just happened. Jas and Neesha bust opened the bathroom stall and looked at me. "So, damn bitch, was it good or was it great? Judging by the performance it was Grrreat." She said sounding like Tony the tiger. "Well honey the way he just fucked you, I'm sure you no longer remember David." Jas stated and just that fast I yelled "Y'all we have to go, now!" As the thought of David came back to my mind for me to beat him to his house to get my things. I ran out of the bathroom past everyone and to my car. "Jas come on. Where did Neesha go? Fuck. Tell her to come on." I screamed. Neesha finally caught up with us and jumped in the car. I took off across the bridge I pushed my car to 160, rolling, I dropped them both off at Jas house and hit the floor once more heading to his apartment. I walk in and the lights were off. I grabbed my luggage bags and the bedroom light flicked on. "Oh shit!" I thought to myself. I grabbed my .22 out of my clutch bag and proceeded to the room. "David?" I said shocked that he was there. "Where you been? This isn't like you to be home this late. Baby, I'm sorry I didn't mean to do what I did. It was just a shadow of weakness. Temptation from the club. I never meant to hurt you or embarrass you in no form please forgive me? You going somewhere?" He said as he started apologizing and saw my bags on the couch. "Yes, I'm getting the fuck away from you." I replied. "Where are you gonna go bae? I said I was sorry. I don't want to lose you. You have done nothing to deserve this. I am weak. You deserve better. I want you and I want us to work through this please just hear me out. I promise baby from this day forward, I am gonna be better. Just give me a chance to make it up to you please?" He said as tears began to fall down his eyes walking over to me and grabbed me in for a hug and kiss on the lips. Between each kiss he said all of the right things to get me to stay. I stayed and he did it again a week later. Over and over since then and now, I'm here stuck looking stupid six months later. I looked down and rubbed my stomach, thinking to myself, "I wonder what ever happened to Chris?" I know I don't suppose to be doing any drinking, but I feel as if I was craving this, Mimosa. I folded each one of my garments and placed them in the bag. It didn't take me long to pack my things and that is only because I am choosing to leave the baby nursery items here. However, I refuse to stay, and I know for a big fact he is sleeping around. I finished up, placed my shoes on my swollen feet and took one last look into the apartment and walked out the door with the intentions to never return. Three hours later I realized I had forgot my prenatal, so I had to go back. "Damn." I thought to myself as I walked in the building. I left my key in the apartment so now I have to knock on the door. I proceeded to knock on the door and this woman with red hair answered. "May I help you?" She asked looking me up and down. "Well that didn't take him long. Where is David?" I asked with a snapback attitude. "He isn't dressed right now, what can I do for you?" She said licking her lips. I pushed the door open and walked in moving her out of the way. She started talking shit loudly but I chose not to engage her issues. She was a slender, tall woman, with red hair and heavy makeup on, big ass feet and hands. I went to the bathroom and opened the drawer grabbed my pills. I walked back out, down the long hallway as David ran out of the room bumping into me with nothing but a sheet on. "Cass? Wh-what are you doing here? I thought you moved out. All of your things were gone. I thought you left me baby?" He said stuttering out the words. I looked down and noticed he wasn't wearing a condom and replied with "You nasty mother fucker, you couldn't even protect us. I did leave you, but I needed my pills bitch." I said and pushed him out of the way. I walked over to the woman and looked her in her face really good and noticed this bitch had facial hair. I looked down at her feet and her hands, and they were not a normal woman size. I then noticed the Adam's apple in her neck and images of that night I caught him cheating ran back in my head. The waitresses in the bar were really men, the couples on the steps and the hallway and the rooms were really men. She was the woman leaving the room and the woman on the bed on the stage. I looked back at him and immediately got sick. "You sick son of a bitch! You have been fucking men all this time? You nasty bastard! How dare you touch me after that? How dare you even look at me after that? That's why I stopped giving you this pussy a long time ago!" I screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I turned and before I walked out of the apartment I told him, "I am so glad to really know the truth, my child will never be around you." My phone rung as soon as I got to my car. "Hello?" I answered with an attitude. "Hello may I speak to Cassie please?" The male voice on the other line said. "This is she. Who is this?" I asked. "This is Ruby Red. Were you satisfied with your services?" he asked. "Yes, I am. However, I thought your boy wasn't really supposed to have slept with him? "I asked. "I'm sorry honey, it is a part of the Platinum package deal that you paid for. Now that I have received my text from my employee, can you please send me the remainder of my payment?" He asked in a diva type of way. "Absolutely! I knew he was on the down low. I just didn't have enough evidence, and you have supplied it for me. Email me what you have. Thank you." I replied with a smile on my face as I wired Ruby Red the rest of his money. I jumped in my car and peeled off. My phone rang again. "Hello?" I answered over the loudspeaker in my car. "Well, I wanted to call you before I boarded my flight tomorrow to say goodbye. I had been contemplating if I should call you or not over the last six months, somehow, I fought the urge to call until I realized I can't leave without saying goodbye to you most importantly." The voice on the phone stated. I knew that sound from anywhere, but what I didn't remember was when did I give him my number? I reflected back on that night. Neesha took forever getting to the car. "That damn Neesha. I love her so much." I thought as I replied to his statement "Well, well, well if it isn't the Architect from the Bronx? I'm glad you called where are you now? I would love to meet up with you. I have a surprise for you." "I'm still at my rental in Central West End. I love surprises, do you care to tell me what it maybe over the phone?" he tried to get out of me. "No, I would rather you see for yourself Mr. Harris, so text me the address. I'm not that far from there." I replied. He did as told. I pulled up and hopped out fresh to death but belly poking out just a little behind the oversized shirt I was wearing, my stomach wasn't that big yet for a woman that was six months pregnant. I knocked on the door. He opened with that handsome smile on his face. "Hello." I said as he invited me in "Hello gorgeous. Come in." I stepped inside. "Would you like something to drink? I have wine, tequila which I know is your favorites and, soda, or juice?" He asked. "I will have some juice please. I can't drink right now; I think it would ruin my surprise." I replied with a nervous smile on my face. "Speaking of surprises, where is it? What do you have for me?" he asked trying to figure it out. I stood from the table and walked over to him, "Remember that night you asked me if this pussy belonged to you and only you? You asked me if I was yours and yours only?" I asked as I continued to walk up on him seductively. I noticed that his smile went from a smile to a more primal look as if he knew he was about to get some again. "Yeah, I remember. How could I ever forget? I also remember that you told me yeah and disappeared?" he said with a small attitude. "About that, I'm sorry I had some things going on. It was an emergency. But back to this." I said as I grabbed his hand and placed it on my stomach. He looked at me in shock, but I couldn't tell if it was a good state of shock or a bad one. "For real? Stop playing?" He asked with a straight face. "Yeah." I said nervously. "Well, it's funny you said that cause now I really need you to answer 2 things for me. First, did you get the emails?" He asked as he kissed my forehead. "Yes, I already emailed them to you Mr. Harris." I replied as he removed my shirt. "Second, would you put your rings back on Mrs. Harris because I'm beginning to get a little jealous." He said as he placed my rings back on my fingers and lifted me onto the island kissing me deeply and kissing my stomach. "I really hope it's a boy. Welcome little Harris." He said as we both began to laugh together. "Would you like to know? If so, it's your turn to work hard to find the ultrasound pictures. It could be anywhere on my person's. But before you do, let's get this money and send that email." I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into the office area around his waist like I were a child and the email was sent with the contents, stating.
Dear David, you have one or two choices, you can wire 2.5 million dollars to the offshore account attached to this email or you can sign over your properties to the realty company as follows. The choice is yours. If you choose not to do so the photo attachments will be sent to your boss and will be made public for everyone in the world to see. Keep in mind, we know that you are an owner of a club as well as a business consultant. Just imagine your clients finding out your secret and how your career would be diminished. We know that you are a trust fund child and your mother have left you 4 million so 2.5 million wouldn't hurt you at all. You have 24 hours to do just this, again if you fail to do so, it will all be released everywhere. Down low life will ruin you, so if I were you, I would send the money or next time your down low life won't be the last thing I come after.
Ciao
"Let's go home Mrs. Harris" he said and carried me off to the room to make love to me.
"Please Mr. Harris?" I replied.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Role Play
Ficción GeneralThis book is books within a book. Short stories on Erotica, Fantasies and Role playing in some. Some might be a little soft, some may be a little rough, and some may be too far. You will have to read to find out.
