Playtime Rules

Rule #6 If It Ain't Making Dollars, It Ain't Making Sense

Fuck men, she would focus on her work and putting more Ms in her bank account.

She buckled down on finishing the two properties she acquired in St. Charles where they sold a minimum of one million dollars. After she went in and rehabbed the home, she hoped to add an additional half a million to the sale, thus, fattening her pockets.

One of the homes was thirty acres, with a five-bedroom four-bathroom floorplan, a den, a large dining room, a nice-sized kitchen, and a finished basement. The acres around the home were nothing but grass and trees. Nothing set the property off. She added a pool and a gazebo, new landscaping, gated the property, expanded the kitchen, and added a professional-level double stove. All new appliances as well. The

She redid the whole basement and made it a mother-in-law suite with an additional bathroom and bedroom.  The home was in one of the nicest, wealthiest neighborhoods. To make the kind of money she wanted, she had to stay where the money was at. In order to make half a million profit from each house, she had to find really good abandoned homes for cheap.

"You work too hard Yan, let's go out and do something fun," Janelle said as she facetimed her doing her last walk-through of the house.

"I'd rather take time to make more money than sit on my ass all day...or in your case, lay on my back."

They both laughed at it because Janelle had no problems with how she made money. If dumb guys were willing to give it to her, she had no problems taking it.

"When are you going to take me to that fancy gym of yours so I can meet some new ballers? Tamyra said it's nothing but money there."

She stopped and paused, thinking of GLG. It had been a week and JeVonte never texted her back about when they would train again. She did not want to see his face, so she had not been to the gym since then. Wasting a whole lot of money. At this point, she might as well cancel her membership and buy a Peloton and some hand weights for home.

Not that she would be motivated to work out.

Plus she had not used any of the other gym amenities. There was more to do than just work out. She still needed to get her body in shape and she was not going to let this man distract her from it.

"There's a sauna, want to come down and sweat it out with me?"

"Girl, my hair!" Janelle had the best of the best real hair weave, she was not sweating it out.

"Just for a little bit with me then."

After she finished her walk-through, she headed to her place, made a quick change, and drove out to pick Janelle up. She loved driving, well, whenever the weather was nice, which it was.

Janelle came from her townhome dressed like a hoochie momma queen. (outfit)

"Girl, where do you think we are going, to the Freak Nik club? To the gym! Why are you dressed like you're trying to meet your baby daddy?"

"Because I am!" She swung her long weave and click-clacked her long nails. "I need a new sugar daddy, bay-bay! And I know there's some out there in St. Chuck. Oh, and I brought an overnight bag because if I don't pick up a hot one tonight, then I'm crashing at your place. Cool?"

It was all good to her. It was always an open-door policy at her place with her crew. They all had their own bedroom there. Many nights they would have a big slumber party over there. She wanted her friends to see how well she was doing so they could strive to reach her level.

"Girl, so let me tell you about this guy I met at the gym. Hope I don't see his ass," Yancy said.

"Uh oh!"