#Traffick'd - S Z NTHREEE

S Z NTHREEE - Episode 8: Sister Wives

"Where should I go... when you go see Biz?", I questioned apprehensively.

"Did you want me to drop you off to your friends or family or something? They might be worried about you-..." He paused, looked over at me and read my vibe.

"Or you can just stay at the crib till I come back, I'll tell Biz to bring Destiny over. That's the white girl you met at Shings. You guys can get to know each other and you'll have some company." He proposed, trying to make me feel a little better I assumed.

Usually I'd be all against making new friends, but I really didn't want to be alone. "Aight."

I laid my head back against the leather seat. Bam was keeping me distracted, so I hadn't really had time in my thoughts. It was a good thing though cause everytime it got silent, the flashbacks came back to haunt me. Silence was my worst enemy right now, my mind used it as an opportunity to play tricks on me. I needed to keep myself busy. I needed to be in company, I needed the space to be filled with something, anything.

"Ughh I can finally get out of these clothes", I groaned. I was trying to keep it off my mind, but it didn't help that these were the same clothes I got kidnapped in. I wanted to burn these shits and never ever see them again. It didn't matter how many times they got washed, the memory was still on them.

He looked over at me briefly with an apologetic face, "I can imagine."

He drove until we got back to his condo. I kept up small talk in the car to help keep me out of my head. He parked the car in his parking spot, grabbed my bags and we headed upstairs. When he opened his door, I was stunned again by his immaculate view. I just don't know how he got use to it, it was truly breathtaking.

"I'm going to put your things in the spare room, that'll be yours for now." He insisted, carrying my bags and dragging my suitcase behind him.

For some reason, I felt a little sad that he didn't put them in his bedroom. I know this was the right way, but there was a piece of me that felt a little bit of a sting or something.

"Aight cool, thank you", I said trailing behind him.

He put all my stuff down, "I'll let you get settled in and all."

"Thank you" I expressed, grabbing his hand as he was walking out of the room.

He paused in his stride and looked back at me, "don't worry bout it." Then grinned and walked out of the room.

I put my purse and new phone down and immediately started opening my bags, looking for new clothes to throw on. It was so good seeing and having my stuff with me. The smell of them brought a feeling of comfort over my body. I couldn't decide what to put on, if I should go for the sexy look or cute and cozy, or just throw on a baggy t-shirt. I was driving myself insane, "ughh, this is so dumb" I said to myself.

I settled with a tank top, no bra, nike track pants and called it a day. I unzipped my bag and my weed supplies nearly jumped at me. I've been so wrapped up in everything, I forgot to smoke. I wasn't even sure if he smokes but I decided I was going to find out. I grabbed my weed, tray and walked out to the living room.

He was kicked up on the couch, on his phone. The diamonds on his pinky ring, twinkled as he swiped his screen. The tv was off and the sun was shining on his robust dark skin. The rays glimmered off his moisturized beard, making you just want to play in it. His waves and rolex glistened in the light. He was wearing a fitted white Nike shirt, exposing his muscular build. With gray Nike shorts, that didn't leave much to the imagination. His starch white Nike socks wrapped around his thick calves. He was so fine, it was ridiculous.

I walked around the couch, "you smoke?" I asked with flirtatious eyes.

"I don't really smoke too tough, I usually only smoke with Bizzle cause that nigga's a chimney. He's always smoking."