Fuckin with Me

Fatima P.O.V

November 11

"So we meeting up tonight?"

"I don't know yet."

"Why?, you got plans with Zac?"

"Not that I know of."

"He's not there?"

"No he's at his place."

"Why?"

"I just needed a little space."

"Fatima."

"Im getting attached."

"That's not a bad thing."

"It is when he's still not over his ex."

"Didn't they just break up?"

"The day we met."

"Damn."

"Yea."

"Has he brought her up since you guys discussed it?"

"Not as much as he did but she still comes up here and there."

"Maybe you guys should talk again just to see where his head is at."

"Maybe but I gotta get out of here."

"Call me later."

"Alright." I say then hang up.
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I pull up to the hotel going getting out the car walking up to the building. I walk inside heading to the elevator getting on. I get off the elevator walking down the hall looking at the numbers on the door. I swipe the key card then open the door. I walk inside heading hearing music blasting from the bedroom with the door closed. I kick open the door walking in seeing him and a girl scramble apart.

"What the fuck." He says reaching over to the stand.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." I say to him pointing my gun at him.

"Look, we talk this out." He says raising his hand.

"Were you about to talk it out when you was just reaching for your gun?" I ask him.

"I just need some more time." He says.

"I think I gave you more than enough time. He'll it look like you got my money from that Three thousand bottle of champagne, this hotel room and the escort you picked up." I say to him.

"I..."

"Alot of you come to me because you all think that I'm the nicer version of Madam which is true, until you cross me." I say to him.

"Please I got the money." He says.

"I know and I'm going to take it before I leave but I'm just not sure if I want to just hurt you or kill you." I say.