#Traffick'd - S Z NTHREEE

S Z NTHREEE - Episode 5: Back In Town

He turned his back and walked to his room. I turned around and walked to the front washroom and put my stuff on the counter.

I wasn't ready to go back to my place, but I knew I had too. I wondered if Pablo was back in the city and was still checking for me. Even if he was back in town, that didn't mean he was going to bother me. Especially knowing I'm with Bam now. He literally got what he wanted, he had the money, Ari and one up on Bam.

I turned on the water and started to undress as I stared at myself in the mirror. "This is all nice, but you got to slow down", I cautioned my heart.

That's the thing with broken hearts, it has cracks and space for anyone to fill it. I was hurting and I couldn't fix it or make the pain go away. But Bam did, he filled it and when I was with him the pain disappeared, he made me forget. He made me feel like the past was just the past. And the future could be anything, plus I had to be here anyways so why not...

"What, love him?", I asked myself out loud in disgust. "Because he's a pimp, Royaal you always seem to forget that part", I pointed at myself in the mirror.

At that moment, no love allowed by Rihanna came playing on the bathroom speaker.

"Pablo was great until he wasn't", I said sternly. As if I could convince myself to stop feeling how I was feeling.

I stepped into the tub and let the hot water pour down on my face. I was trying to trick my mind and fight my feelings. I knew I'd regret it later if I allowed myself to get sucked in too soon. Throw on the rose coloured glasses and let it get too deep, I had to pace myself.

"What's your plan here?", I questioned out loud, chuckling to myself. "You fuck him and love him and then what?..."

I couldn't even answer my own question, I hadn't thought that far. I just knew I was feeling like shit and having sex helped me feel better, as fucked up as that was. Having him desire me, helped me feel better about myself. Cause as of right now, I didn't even desire to be alone in my own company. To be honest, I don't know the last time I truly enjoyed being in my own company.

"And don't forget his bitch, because you are definitely a sisterwife."

I know he said they don't know where he lives and honestly, he may not be lying about that. Cause when he was Mr. B, he was known for being an old school kind of pimp. Old school pimping is literally straight business, they don't use pleasure and getting their girls dickmatized. They use fear and they beat them into submission. All the stories I use to hear about Mr.B, he didn't play with his money or bitches.

I let out a huge sigh and started washing up my body. "But maybe he changed his game when he changed his name", I thought.

I finished washing up and got out of the shower. I realized the type of questions I had were ones only Bam could answer. There was no point driving myself crazy with the unknown. I knew I had to ask Bam but I didn't have enough courage to hear the answers yet. Sleeping with him probably wasn't the best decision in hindsight, it made me soft, malleable.

I creamed up my skin, and put on the clothes I was wearing when I first got here. I settled for a messy curly bun and exited the bathroom. I walked out onto the cold tile, the sun was still coming up peaking a bit higher over the buildings now. Bam was walking out of his room into the living room.

"You look... refreshed", he laughed as he strolled towards the kitchen.

"I definitely needed that shower", I replied back walking towards the island.

"Did you want the food now? I'm going to have some before we go", he said putting it into the microwave.

"Yes please."