Streetlife

8 - Back To The City

LENA POV

As I run out of the building of my aunt's apartment I see Warbucks standing next to his giant white Lincoln smoking a cigar. My stomach continues to be in knots right now, big time, about what happened upstairs. It went downright terrible and I had no idea how angry Warbucks was or how much trouble I was in for how my aunt acted and by what she said.

I was hoping to God, I wouldn't lose any of the top jobs Warbucks promised to keep booking for me. Then what? How will I explain to Aunt Reba that she's the reason I received a demotion?

I didn't fully expect my Aunt Reba to be so upset but at the same time I wasn't really surprised. I knew she didn't like me working so much and being away from home all the time, and I could fully see how upset it was making her. More than I ever, ever wanted it to. But what could I do?

I had no other options right now because I needed to keep taking care of her, and I hated to admit the fact that well, my pimp was taking care of her as well. Of course I could never tell her what I really do, but somehow I needed to get across to her that it just isn't okay to speak that way to my...employer.

Nervously I rush over to him as he turns to look at me with his dark eyes and I swallow hard. Sometimes his calm demeanor made me nervous because I didn't really know what to expect. Even if he had never struck me, or screamed at me, I wasn't blind to the fact that he could if he wanted.

I knew in the back of my mind just how cruel he could be as I had seen how gruff he was with Frank, Jr as well as Tess and a few other hookers. Sometimes it was downright terrifying and I knew never to say a word. Ever, despite the fact that he had never treated me like that.

"Baby, I'm sorry for my aunt's behavior back there. And my cousin's! I..."

"Shhh. Don't you worry." He interrupts gently grabbing me by my skinny waist. "I'm a very understanding man. You know that. She reminds me of my Nonna. Spicy and sassy." He laughs as a shy smile forms on my face. "Now lets head out, I want to take my best girl to dinner which is why I came to get you."

"Really? To dinner?" I look at him with shock as he laughs while opening the car door for me.

"Yes, go back to the city, take a nap together then head out for a bite to eat. See the play you want to see, Dreamgirls. I got you front row tickets."

"Are you...are you serious??" I am now grinning from ear to ear, almost forgetting how Aunt Reba had been so rude to him.

"Sure I am. It's about play sometimes too. Not ALWAYS work." He grins at me as I shyly smile back at him, and I feel his hand all over my ass before I slide into the car. God, he just makes me forget things. He make me forget myself and...I lose myself in him.

"You are so good. You are such a good man." I try hard not to show TOO much excitement, but it's kind of hard considering it seems as if we are possibly reaching a whole new level in our relationship.

If only he weren't married with kids, and well if only he wasn't a pimp...but I can't allow my mind to go there. Especially after what happened to Tess when she was at the top as she had told me a little of what happened with her and Warbucks.

But well maybe I was different? I wasn't on drugs and well I'd never, ever in my life follow him back home to Jersey, show up at his home and on Sunday and beg for him to be with me like Tess had. Ever. But I understood, and I felt horrible about her entire situation. I just did.

He softly closes the door before walking around to slide in beside me as Bruce pulls into traffic. "Come here, my queen," Warbucks looks at me, his gaze intense as my stomach flips, and he slides his hand up my thigh as I know what happens next, and I can already feel my middle growing wet.