Gigolos: Las Vegas (Book 2)

I LOVE THIS PART

RICO

Being an ex-model, I am used to waking up in strange places. I have been all over the world, despite my simple background. France, Jamaica, Africa; you name it, I've been there. But, that was for photo shoots and press. I was only allowed to spend on a budget and stay in these luxurious places for two to three days. The photo shoot took up about two days and the third day, I was too drained from the photo shoot to explore the world outside of my hotel room. This place was TOTALLY different from the world that I had become so accustomed to. It literally took me back to my childhood.

I slowly sat up on the double mattress, no headboard bed and looked around at the room. It was dark, except for the sunlight beaming in a small window. There was clothes folded neatly in every corner of the room. Jeans, T-shirts, buttoned downs, collard shirts, slacks; you name it, they were in a corner folded. The only overly expensive thing in this dud of a room was the 62' inch flat-screen television that was hanging on the wall with a surround sound system on the floor beneath. There was a small nightstand table on the right side of the "bed" with a small lamp atop. I leaned over and turned the lamp on to get a better look at my surroundings. The floors were wooden, with no carpeting. As I turned to get out of the bed, I got a sharp pain my head. I slowly sat back down, as the door opened. I heard footsteps as I tried to focus my eyes. When I finally did, a gorgeous specimen of a man walked into the room holding a tray.

I stared at him in confusion as he set the tray down beside me on the bed. Atop the tray were a bowl, a box of Frosted Flakes and a carton of whole milk. A plastic spoon was in the bowl. I smirked, as I looked up at the guy. He was about 5 foot 11, 175 pounds of muscle with a V-shaped abdomen leading down into the checkered blue shorts that he was wearing. This mysterious dude had a few strange tattoos. He had a white fitted cap on his head. His deep brown penetrating eyes drew me in, as we stared at each other. He turned to leave the room.

"Uh, ay," I spoke as I cleared my throat. He slowly looked back at me. "Where am I?"

"So, you are stupid enough to be in some nigga's bed and not know how the hell you got there," he scoffed. "Where does he get these idiots from?"

I scoffed, as I stood up.

"Wait a minute, dude. You don't know me and I don't know you. I just asked you a question."

"And, I asked YOU a question, son," he retorted. "Besides, you're the one lost, not me."

I couldn't believe this rude ass dude. He was really pushing my buttons and trying my patience.

"Look, I just asked you where I was. You don't gotta come at me with all of that attitude."

"I can come at you anyway I please. You're the one standing there in your tight ass underwear in a place that is unknown to you and have the nerve to be questioning MY attitude. Man, please," he exclaimed, as he turned to leave again. As he did, Jermany walked up holding a white paper bag in one hand and a black duffle bag on his shoulder. "Boss, your boy is awake."

"I can see that, Cam," Jermany glared at him. "I told you to give him the message and then bounce."

"I was going to, but he started asking me stupid questions, boss."

"Nigga, I don't pay you to do what the hell you want to do. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Or else, I will find someone else who will. And, you know what happens when I want to eliminate an errand boy, don't you?"

The boy that Jermany addressed as "Cam" nodded his head solemnly.

"I'm sorry, boss. It won't happen again," Cam said, as he reached for the duffle bag on Jermany's shoulder. "I'll take care of this."