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Deion tuned to Sapphire. “You better tell this chick who I am.” Sapphire quickly pulled Paris to the side and schooled her before sending her back over to Deion.

  “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, but I’ve really never seen you or heard of you,” Paris divulged. She pointed to a group of guys on the other side of the club, dressed all in black with GMC on their T-shirts. “Now that Get Money Crew. Those niggas ball out.”

  Deion looked over at the crew of men throwing money in the air like dummies.

  “See the tall dark dude? That’s big L. He blew forty stacks in here last night,” Sapphire told Deion, like that shit would impress him.

  “They’re more like the Get Indicted Crew,” Deion joked, but was dead-ass serious.

  “We don’t have to flash,” Reggie boasted.

  “Is that right?” Paris snapped, seeming unmoved.

  “What do you think?” Deion asked, ready to dismiss the stripper.

  “I know you cute as fuck,” Paris said, sitting down on Deion’s lap. He reminded her of Boris Kodjoe and he had paper, so Paris wasn’t trying to fuck the situation up. Let me reintroduce myself. I’m Paris,” she smiled.

  “You know what? You might just work out.”

  “But I’m not your type, remember?” she said in a flirty tone.

  “Not really, but…” Deion was hoping Paris wouldn’t keep pressing the issue, but the truth of the matter was Paris wasn’t cute. Nice body but not cute, which made her fuckable but not much else.

  “Let me dance for you then,” she purred when a Yo Gotti song came on.

  “Go ‘head, give me one dance.” Paris frowned. Deion passed her a one hundred dollar bill and said, “Most of these clowns in here make you work hard for a hundred dollars. I only want one dance.”

  Another girl with some beautiful tits, a petite frame and a nice ass walked passed. Deion stopped Paris and said, “Go and get her. Tell her I want a dance.” Paris looked pissed off until Deion handed her another hundred-dollar bill. Paris trotted away and came back holding the girl’s hand.

  “I’m Passion.” Paris stood behind her. She motioned to Deion thanking him for the money and left.

  Passion had one of those commercial smiles, with pristine white teeth, and her waist was so small Deion thought his fingers could connect around it. “Can I get a dance from you?” Deion asked.

  “Yeah, I’ll give you a dance as soon as I come back,” Passion promised.

  “Where you going?”

  She pointed to the GMC crew that Paris had just been talking about. “They’re spending the money and I gotta go where the money is. I have a son to support.”

  Deion moved in close to Passion, “So how much is it gonna cost me to take you out of the spot for the night?”

  “I don’t think you can afford me, Hon,” Passion said, ready to brush him off.

  “Some of you chicks workin’ tonight is clueless. You obviously don’t know who the fuck you talkin’ to.” Deion removed 50 one hundred dollar bills from his wad of cash.

  She laughed and said, “I see you got a couple of stacks.” She twirled her hair. Deion found her so damn pretty and he wanted her bad as fuck.

  “Five grand right now.”

  “I can dance for you later if you want but I have to go back over there.” She pointed to the other V.I.P. area.

  Deion placed five one hundred dollar bills in her palm and maintained eye contact. “This is for your phone number.” he said.

  “You wanna buy my phone number?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s going to take more than that to get my number.”

  “You gotta be kiddin’ me. The nigga you fuckin’ on a regular probably some loser that stay at home all day on PlayStation.”

  “You think so?” Passion asked, not budging.

  “I know how this game goes.” Then he placed five hundred more dollars in her hand and said, “What’s the number?” Passion spit those ten digits so quickly. Deion punched them in his phone. “Call you later.”

  Paris approached the table smiling. “I see what your type is.”

  “You my type,” Deion said.

  “Am I?”

  “Of course you are.”

  “So how much you gone give me?”

  “After the club, call me and let’s meet up,” he said, giving her his number before heading out. As Deion made his way towards the exit, he stopped for a moment when he noticed Passion gyrating seductively for one of the GMC dudes. He felt some kind of way that she was with that nigga instead of leaving the club with him. Right when he was to keep walking, his eyes locked with the dude Passion was dancing for. He nodded his head at Deion and then started smacking Passion’s ass, as if sending Deion a message that he got his bitch. Deion simply nodded his head back at the guy and made a mental notation of dude’s face, knowing they would cross paths again.

  * * *

  It was three a.m. and Deion was lying in bed wide awake when his phone rang. “Yo.”

  “Hey, it’s Janay.”

  “Who?”

  “Paris from the club.”

  Deion sat up on the bed. “What’s up, babe?”

  “Trying to see you, daddy.”

  “Come see me then.”

  “You got something for me?”

  “What you want?”

  “You can give me what you gave Passion. And I’ll take care of you.”

  “Come to the Luxe Condominiums in Midtown. 222 12th St., Unit 1802.” No more than fifteen minutes later, security was calling to inform Deion that Paris had arrived and was on her way up. Deion opened the door naked and wasted no time letting Paris know what he wanted. “Get on your knees.”

  “Shouldn’t you be giving me something first?”

  “I’m good for it. Get on your knees.”

  “I need the money first.”

  Without saying a word, Deion walked toward his bedroom and Paris was right behind him. There were a few thousands of dollars on the dresser. When Paris noticed the money, she stripped down immediately. Deion pointed to the dresser and said, “Count out a couple of thousand dollars.”

  Paris was surprised with the amount. She wasn’t expecting Deion to pay her that much for sex.

  “What’s up with your girl?” Deion asked, as he went over to his dresser drawer to get a condom.

  “What girl?”

  “Passion.”

  Paris counted 20 one hundred-dollar bills. She put the bills in the pocket of her jeans that were lying on the floor then jumped up on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chin. “I don’t really know her like that. I mean we cool, but I don’t know much about her except she from Alabama,” Paris revealed.

  “Really?” he nodded his head.

  “And somebody is takin’ care of her, perhaps a sugar daddy,” Paris continued, putting her hand on her hip.

  “How do you know all of that?”

  “Instagram tells it all?”

  “Instagram?”

  “Yeah, you know, the photo sharing app.”

  “Yeah, I got an account with about 20 followers.”

  “What’s your name? I’ll follow you.”

  “I don’t remember it. I don’t be on there like that.”

  “Well my name is ITParis, if you want to follow me.”

  “Got you,” Deion said, sitting down on the bed. He was ready for Paris to suck his dick, so he could then fuck her and get her out of his crib. She placed her lips on his manhood and she could feel him rise in her mouth. Paris was anxious to put in work and earn her two stacks, with the hope this would be the first of many more sex sessions.

  Chapter 8

  Nothing Is Stopping You

  When Deion and 2Glocks arrive
d to meet Jose, who lived in a very affluent part of Atlanta, Deion wasn’t sure what to expect. Jose had asked 2Glocks to come alone, but Deion let it be known that there was no way in hell he was going to let 2Glocks, or anybody else for that matter, leave with a hundred thousand dollars that belonged to him.

  “Please, have a seat,” Jose said, after introducing himself. He was a rather tall Mexican and spoke very good English. They shook hands and Jose told Deion to take a seat in the living room while he and 2Glocks discussed business. Deion sat in the living room but had his handgun in his waist. He wanted the business transaction to go smoothly but was prepared for combat, just in case. Deion had no intentions of letting anybody leave this house alive if somebody tried to take his money.

  A well-built young Mexican dude with a red headband passed through the living room. Deion noticed how muscular his upper body was, as opposed to his legs. He figured the man had been incarcerated. A huge upper body and bony legs usually meant the person had been on that prison workout plan. Deion placed his hand on his gun that was resting on his waist. He kept his eyes on Muscles. The man smiled and waved before heading back into one of the back rooms. While Jose and 2Glocks were discussing business Deion decided to text Passion.

  Deion: What up

  Passion: Hey

  Deion: Do you know who this is?

  Passion: I don’t.

  Deion: You sold me your phone number.

  Passion: Oh what’s up boo. :-)

  Deion: You act like you happy to hear from me.

  Passion: Maybe just a lil, LOL

  Deion thought this chick had way too much game. There was no way she could be happy to hear from him. They’d barely spoken last night and she wouldn’t have remembered him if he hadn’t given her the money. But he decided to play along.

  Deion: When we getting together?

  “Jose wants five thousand more dollars,” 2Glocks informed Deion when he came in the living room interrupting his text conversation.

  “I don’t have that on me. I thought you said the price was ten?”

  “Well he went up on the price. I guess because we didn’t come last night,” 2Glocks shrugged.

  “That’s bullshit. Get nine instead of ten then.”

  “Cool.” 2Glocks nodded, then turned and disappeared back into the kitchen. Deion resumed his text conversation with Passion, refusing to stress over the price bullshit.

  Passion: Maybe we can meet for lunch one day and talk.

  Deion: Of course babe. When you want to meet?

  Passion: Well tomorrow or Thursday. I box on Wed.

  Deion: Box?

  Passion: Yeah, gotta keep this body tight.

  Deion thought back to that smile and those perfect tits. He was ready to see that ass in reverse, but he played it cool.

  Deion: Just let me know when you ready.

  Passion: I can see you on Thursday and then you can buy me that handbag you promised me.

  Deion: I promised you a handbag?

  Passion: Lol. I got ya didn’t I? No you didn’t promise me anything but I know you wanna buy me something.

  Deion grinned as he thought how Passion was a typical Atlanta woman—always trying to dig in a man’s pockets. But a handbag was nothing to a nigga like him, so he was on some whatever you want shit.

  Deion: Yeah we can go to the Gucci store at Phipps.

  Passion: I’m a Louis Vuitton girl.

  Deion: Cool lets meet Thursday. First we can have lunch then do some shopping.

  Right when Deion was wrapping up his text conversation with Passion, 2Glocks came with the work in a pillowcase. “Everything good?” Deion asked, wanting confirmation.

  Jose came in right after 2Glocks and extended his hand to Deion. “I apologize about the mix up on the price. Keep doing business with me and I’ll make sure you get the best prices.” Muscle man came from the back room and folded his arms. His arms bulged and he didn’t say anything, just stared.

  “No problem,” Deion said, shaking Jose’s hand, although he was a little pissed that he hadn’t gotten the amount of product he had come for. But Deion would still make a huge profit, and for him that’s all that mattered.

  * * *

  Isabella was staying in the Penthouse Suite at the Four Seasons. She opened the door wearing a silk bathrobe that was so short it barely covered her voluptuous ass. She had the front untied so her ample breasts were clearly visible. When Alex stepped inside her room, she reached out her arms to wrap them around his waist, but he wasn’t having any of it.

  “What’s wrong?” Isabella asked when Alex pushed her away.

  “Listen,” he sighed before continuing. “I thought I made it clear that I want our relationship to be strictly business. If Joaquin finds out he’ll kill both of us.”

  “Nobody is going to kill anybody. I told you, my father is one of the richest drug lords in Mexico. If Joaquin so much as puts a finger on me I will have his entire family murdered.”

  What Isabella said confused Alex and made him extremely uneasy. She was Joaquin’s wife, yet she didn’t have a problem saying she would murder his entire family. He sat in a chair across from the bed and sat quietly for a few minutes. He needed to make sense of it all.

  “Isabella, tell me why you’re doing this? Something isn’t adding up.”

  “If you must know, Joaquin has many, many women. All of them are very young,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m sick of the disrespect.”

  “But aren’t you still young?”

  “I feel young. I’m only thirty-two. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been together for so many years and the excitement has worn off, or he prefers his women to be teenagers,’” Isabella shrugged. “The point is, his cheating has now become out of control, so now I’m over this marriage.”

  “Joaquin always seemed like a smart man to me. I don’t understand how he could jeopardize losing you.”

  “He has a seventeen-year-old Colombian girlfriend. He has kids by two other women. Obviously he isn’t that smart.”

  “I see,” Alex said, eyeballing Isabella as she lay across the bed. Every curve on her body was perfect and he couldn’t grasp why a man would fuck that up just to taste some new pussy.

  “Alex, I have my needs too. Do you know what it’s like not to be touched in months?”

  “Actually I do.”

  Isabella completely removed her bathrobe, revealing her exquisite body. Alex felt himself rise. He was trying his hardest to fight temptation but Isabella’s determination to seduce him was making it difficult.

  “My girlfriend broke up with me,” Alex revealed, hoping talk of his ex would simmer the sexual tension in the room.

  “Replace her. You’re young and rich. At this point in your life all women are replaceable except for your mother.”

  “True, but it’s still hard. I think she cheated on me.”

  “Well if you think she cheated, she probably did. Perception is reality.”

  “True.”

  “Let me help you take your mind off of her.”

  “As beautiful as you are, I can’t do this.”

  “Then let me make my offer a little more tempting. If I mix some business with pleasure maybe it will eliminate your guilt. Besides being able to make love to me, I’ll give you four more ounces of pure heroin. Now how can you refuse that?” Isabella said breathlessly, as she eased towards Alex before dropping to her knees. She unzipped his pants and massaged his now rock-hard dick. She then licked the precum from the tip of his penis. He moaned in pleasure and began running his fingers through her long jet-black hair.

  Isabella took him deep inside her mouth and the wetness made him want to feel the inside of her walls. As Isabella continued to swallow every inch of his massive tool, she
paused and her seductive green eyes locked with his.

  “Alex, I want you to cum all over my face or in my mouth…the choice is yours.” Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He thought about Joaquin, the man who had made him a millionaire. His dick was in his wife’s mouth, the ultimate sign of disloyalty. His days were numbered if Joaquin ever found out. But how would he find out? Alex had to make himself believe that in order to hold onto the pleasure that was engulfing his body. As if losing all control, Alex exploded his semen in Isabella’s mouth and a loud groaning sound followed.

  After swallowing every drop, Isabella smiled as if she was proud of making him succumb to her. Alex found himself even more aroused, but then when he gathered his thoughts, he stood and said, “I can’t do this anymore.”

  Isabella stepped in the bathroom and Alex could hear the water running. She came back out shortly after wiping her mouth with a facecloth. “Why do you look so worried? Joaquin will never find out about this,” she said to Alex as he sat on the bed, appearing to be in deep thought. “This will be our secret,” she said reassuringly.

  “There is no way I would ever want him to find this out. I owe that man my life.”

  “And he owes me his life. If it wasn’t for me he would still be living in Juarez, one of the worst parts of Mexico.”

  “I’m sure you remind him of that every chance you get.”

  “More so now than before. Of course it pisses him off, but it hasn’t stopped him from fuckin’ around, and I’m the one who made him.” Tears began rolling down Isabella’s cheeks. She tried to appear so cold, calculating and in control. Maybe she really was comprised of all of those traits, but Isabella was also vulnerable and broken because of her husband’s infidelity. “I’m going to make you into one of the richest men in Atlanta,” she promised, pulling herself together as she wiped away her tears.

  “I can’t have sex with you.”

  “You don’t have to Alex, unless you decide you want to. I like you. I can tell you’re a good person and you have a conscience. In this business that’s extremely rare. So I’m going to take great pleasure in helping you see all of your financial dreams come true.”