Boundless Memories

Chapter 4

Psalmist

Damien had completely lost his mind. Taking me shopping? Not only that, he had a personal stylist at each store we went to. After four different stores, I was left with approximately fifteen hundred dollars still in the bank. He made sure that nothing was less than twenty-five dollars retail price.

We stopped at the Louis Vuitton store and he got me a luggage set. We packed the clothes that we just bought and then we were off to the airport. I had no idea what I was thinking. How was I letting him get inside my head just this quick? Barely knowing him twenty-four hours, and I've already lost my job and my savings.

When we pulled up to the airport, the security guard greeted Damien by name.

"How are you doing, Mr. Carter?" The security guard spoke.

"Hey, Sam," Damien said. "How are you today?"

"Man, an old man can't complain," the guard responded. He helped Damien carry the pieces of luggage to the counter. "Have a safe trip, son."

"Thanks, OG," Damien responded. He then turned his attention to the clerk in front of us. "Good afternoon. I'll need my private jet, please."

Private jet?  "Yes, sir, Mr. Carter. We have James available to pilot today. Is that okay with you?"

All the while they're talking, I'm still stuck on the private jet part. He can't be any more than 25/26, and he has a private jet? I was beyond speechless. I didn't wanna act like I wasn't impressed because I was. If he got enough money to have a private jet, he could have easily paid for everything I got today and let me keep my own money.

"So that's two tickets to Hawaii for three days," the clerk asked. Damien nodded his head to confirm. "Okay, that's gonna be $3,456.75." Damien pulled out his black card and paid for the tickets. "Thank you, Mr. Carter. You can wait at Terminal DC. You'll be leaving in about two hours."

"Thanks for your help today, Darla," Damien responded.

He reached for my hand and led me away to baggage check. That took like thirty minutes. After that, we went to Terminal DC to wait for our flight.

"Private jet, huh?"

"Yeah, I got it like that," he said so conceitedly.

I rolled my eyes at him. "How long have you been doing this?" I asked him.

"Since I was thirteen," he said. "It started as a li'l side hustle, not that I needed it. I was bored and needed something to do. I had a homeboy that was doing it, and he hooked me up."

"What about your parents?" I asked him.

"They don't know. All my businesses are legit; therefore they don't think anything of it. The clubs have a special on the menu that they can choose different drugs from. It comes in different forms as well. Nobody knows what's going on. This is for the high-end, rich and famous."

"Is Kyle in the lifestyle too?" I suddenly became worried about Ivy's safety.

"Naw, not him. Kyle works for the family's construction business. He's a skilled architect. He designed and built my clubs."

"How many clubs do you own?"

"I have three. I own Candyland, which is a strip club. I have Relaxation, which is a lounge for the grown and sexy...meaning twenty-five and up. I also own The Gentlemen's Club, that's a club that caters to the women."

"Terminal DC, your jet is now ready. Terminal DC, your jet is now ready."  We heard of the loud system.

"Well, that's us, Misty. We can talk more about the plane."