Playtime Rules

Rule #15 My Money is Not Your Money

"I wish I could live here."

That was how she felt about Paris. Big city, city of love, it had everything she wanted. Good food and a good time. She drank so much wine that first night she made it to her room and passed out.

At least when she woke up her friends had already ordered room service food and they were out in the living room enjoying it. She grabbed a croissant and poured some café as they figured out what they would do for the day.

"Let's meet some French men today!"

Of course, that was Janelle. She rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee with a lot of the creme making the drink so rich and delicious. Everything hit differently in a foreign country. She had to get to Italy next.

"I am taking a break from men. Like for real." Her next vacation she was going solo and thinking over her life choices. More importantly, her rulebook.

Maybe her rules were a bit immature but she only made them to protect her heart. Al it took was one boy to hurt her and she never wanted to experience it again.

"Girl, never!" Janelle clicked her long acrylics to make her point. "I need dick in the morning, dick in the evening, dick at every waking moment if I could."

"Ugh!" Cassietta shuddered at her and tossed her long, dark brown clip-on extensions. "Can you talk like a lady?"

"You want me to say cock or something? Is that more ladylike?"

"Men are a bore, welcome to team bisexual." Cassietta, the pampered, rich princess, came out to her while they were in college and they had a mad make-out session but that was it.

They vowed to never talk about it again, remain friends and keep it moving.

"Yancy, you have plenty of guys. Like you said, bros in every area code," Tamyra said.

"It's over with Jabori. The other guys are lame and off the roster. Allistar came back in the picture and I fucked his brains out, but it's a no from me."

"Wait!" Tamyra screamed and jumped up, dropping her plate of fruit. "You and fine ass Al again?"

"Girl, calm the hell down. Bruh, no, didn't you hear what I just said? Dick good but he's not worth it."

"Isn't he the ex that fucked up your head, right?" Janelle asked.

Yancy cut her eyes at her friend. She did not think he was the reason she was so fucked up about men. Then again, the truth was she gave her all to that boy and he turned her heart to stone.

"Yep." Admitting it was a start. None of her friends experienced any pain like that. None had a long-term boyfriend, just small superficial relationships. They were not cheated on and dumped.

"And you just had sex with him, but you're not going to be with him?" Cassietta asked.

"Correct."

"But then, what happened with you and...umm, sexy mister sexy fit guy trainer guy?" Janelle asked.

She rolled her eyes at Janelle not remembering his name and making up a bunch of names for him. Had she thought much about Jevonte? Yes, all the time. His perfect looks, his perfect body, the way he was sweet and a perfect gentleman. Never mind that the man was insatiable in bed. Why couldn't he have money to match everything else going for him?

What was she going to do with a broke man?

"Yes, we uh...hooked up too but..."

"Tell me it was good?" Tamyra said with a smile. "A brother that fine better be. I go to the gym just to stare at him. Mmph! An added bonus for being a member."