Bed of Lies (Urban)

Bed Of Lies

Just a warning real quick..... if you aren't mature, then this book is not for you. That is all.

I walked over to Darren's house, since he was right down the street. Darren is the guy who pays me. He's basically my boss. But he's also my best friend.

You wanna know what my job is? You really wanna know? It's more like a game, but ah, can't tell you just yet.

"Wassup, Darren? What you got for me today?" Darren was your average nigga. But for some reason, he always wore black like he was hidin from the police. Guess that's what comes with this job. This is the best thing since drug dealing!

He showed me a picture of a girl on his phone. I'll admit, she peaked my interest. "See her? I found her off of Instagram. You want this job?"

The girl looked 21, with exquisite features. She had straight black hair, pale skin and green eyes. But she had a slim body with a nice booty.

"What's her name?"

"Her name is Ariel. She fine, huh?"

"Hell yeah! Sign me up!"

"She lives about a mile from my house. But just do what you do best. Get to know her, make her yours, and add to the monopoly."

I been runnin this for a few years. See... for every girl we... nah, can't tell you just yet.

The next day...

I met Ariel at the JCPenny's where she works at, cause I was goin to buy me a watch anyways....

I walked up to the register in my white suit and slapped the expensive watch on the counter while she was reading a book.

She looked up, rolled her eyes, and smiled, her green eyes were shining like sapphires. "Oh look, another high roller."

"Yes ma'am. Just got back from Vegas on business ," I told her. Her hair was jet black, beautiful; Her smile was dazzling.

"So you think that buying expensive jewelry in an expensive suit would impress me?"

I nodded my head. "That was the idea."

She snorted out a long laugh. It made something start up in my head. I almost forgot that I was on the job. One thing was certain. I had to make her my main chick.

"If you wanted my number, you could've just asked." she pointed out.

"Could I have your number? Maybe take you out to lunch sometime?"

She laughed again. "Sure, let me go get a pen..."

I leaned over the counter to see what she was reading. Extreme Zone , By M.C. Sumner. Hm... sounds familiar. maybe from High School.

She came back with the pen and while she was writing her number down, I had to ask her a question.

"Were you a Roman? Because I see you read Extreme Zone." Her eyes widened at the question.

"Did you go to L.A. High?"

"Of course I did. I used to be that awkward kid that sat in the corner all the time."

"I think I remember you.... you're name was... Terrell or something, right?"

I laughed. "Terrence."

"Oh yeaa! How have you been, stranger?"

"I've been alright......"

"Ariel," She said, making me think of how hard this job was going to be.

"Just remember to pull out," I silently told myself.