Ebony's POV
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Em: East Grand Avenue, right? Apartment 12071? I'll be there at 9 on the dot.
Me: Mhm, See you soon (;
I flipped my phone closed, before I got ready.
I got all of those stupid regretful feelings out of the way.
Like I gave a shit, when I really didn't. I was just having a moment, but I've passed it now. I want money, I need money...and the dick is good.
I refrained from doin anything with any man these past two weeks just because I wanted to wait for Em, nothin more than that. But since I ain't had none in the past 2 weeks, I'm horny as hell.
Me and Em have been texting over the phone alot recently...ever since I unblocked him and it's been cool I guess. I don't get too personal since I don't want that kinda relationship but if I really wanna keep contact with him, if I wanna keep playing him then I need to make him think that I like him or some shit. Really that isn't the case, never will be.
There's plenty of other men out there to do this too...But I've had some of the best experiences with Em I'd say. It only feels right... he gets me picked up with private drivers, I get to go into expensive clubs..., free drugs, easy good dick, and cash. Lots of cash.
Most of the time, I don't get the full package with some men...The dick may be good but before hand, I may have gotten the wrong idea about a man and when I try getting money...I leave with little to nothing. Other times, the dick is trash but the money is decent. It's never a full package. This guy comes with extra privileges...So I'm staying to my plan. For however long I can.
Me and Latoya haven't talked at all...I don't give a shit though, if she wants to kick it with Calvin she can go ahead and do that, I couldn't care less.
I feel more on the sad side though even though I'm trying to forget about it...We've been friends for a long time...we've been through a lot but why would she try and reconnect with a man that put me through so much shit, huh??? Why? I don't understand, I would never even think about doing something like that to her, that's just fucked up! And she just so casually talked about it??? Honestly, I've been holding the biggest grudge, and I'm not ashamed about it. Fuck her, and fuck Calvin, I'm still gettin cash, and that's what I'm finna do right now.
Em was on his way, and I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of what the night held. He flew in late for his gig near by and his team didn't get his hotel booked on time for some reason. So I offered for him to just come to my place after the festival he was performing at. This part of Chicago was packed anyway...It was a bit hard to find a nice hotel that didn't have all the rooms booked.
And sure, there were risks. Having him know my address and phone number was playing with fire. But I always stayed one step ahead. I had my game plan: stay sharp, follow through, and above all, look irresistible. And that part was easy. All we're doing is fucking, no more than that.
I'd been waiting for this for weeks, and I wasn't about to mess it up. Last time, I got too impatient, almost got caught. Not this time. This time, I'd be smooth, quick, and have his money in my possession without him knowing.
I prepped my place, made it inviting, and got some weed just in case. But as the minutes ticked by, nerves crept in, just overthinking about slipping up again like I did last time. I lit up a blunt to calm myself, knowing I couldn't afford any slip-ups tonight.
