𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝑩𝒐𝒚

18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
🥀 JULIAN HART
PRESENT DAY
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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing and the smell of bacon. Last night was...something, I was dancing with niggas and all. I truly enjoyed it which is weird cause I never thought in a million years I'd enjoy dancing with half naked with people and in front of people.

It felt so good to be watched and having fun. Alex was on stage with me, so, I didn't feel alone. I didn't want Dante there to see me with another man since our dance was very...ha, well, it was something. Might've gotten a hard on in the process but that's not the point.

I smiled to myself and turned over, grabbing my phone. I looked at it and sighed once I seen that Janice was the one calling. "Hello?" I called back. "That was a night." She said and I could see the smirk on her face. "Yeah. It was." I said plainly, I really hated this bit- "but not enough. You aren't doing enough to get me the information I need." I sighed and sat up in bed.

"I've been trying." I said. "Clearly not hard enough, it's been a month and I still haven't got any information from you. Stop failing to do your job or I'll just tell him you been tryna set him up." She threatened. "What the fuck?! But I haven't! You act like he just gone say, "I've killed niggas and sold some drugs, don't tell anybody though." He doesn't even know me, so why would he tell me that shit?" I asked irritated.

"Well try HARDER. You better make him trust you and find a way to tell you, fuck him or something. I don't know and I don't care how you do it, I'm giving you one more month to give me something if not, kiss this job and your life goodbye." She hung up and I slammed my phone.

"THAT BITCH!" I cursed and got up, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door. "Juju? Julian? You okay?" Alex knocked on the bathroom door as I sat on the toilet seat and put my hands through my hair, I was frustrated as fuck. "Yeah.." I answered and she was silent. "Okay..just let me know if you need anything. There's food on the counter for you, I'll be back later." She said and I just hummed back.

My stomach was growling and my head was hurting like crazy. I put my hands over my eyes and just...breathed or tried to.

I really had to find a way to get this information. I wish I never came to Chicago.

I eventually came out of the bathroom and went back to my room, picking up my phone. I opened Dante messages and it was a picture of me kissing that nigga from last night. Shit. I told him not to come, hard headed ass.

Me: let's meet. I can explain.

Big D😈: Mm. Explain what? I see how it is.

Me: nigga, please.
Stop being so difficult, we aren't even together.
Let's just talk about it.

Big D😈: My place @ 6pm. Don't give a damn if yo ass late to work.

Me: Yes sir.

I threw my phone on the bed and went to the kitchen .

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I knocked on the door and was still amazed on how big and nice this was. I was wearing a large trench coat that stopped at my knees since I was so tall. The door opened and Dante was leaning against the door way with grey sweats and no shirt, showing off his muscles and tattoos. I licked my lips.

"Drop that big ass coat if you wanna come in here," he said. "I can't. I have my work outfit on and it's cold as hell." I said and hugged myself. "Then you can get the fuck." He said and tried to close the door but I stopped him. "Fine." I rolled my eyes and took my coat off.

He stepped aside and let me come in, he closed the door behind me and just as I was about to say something he slammed me against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat. "What'd I tell you about that eye rolling? Huh?" He said and I seen his canine teeth. I should've been terrified in this moment but he was so fucking sexy.

I crossed my legs to hide my bulge. "I-i forgot .." I coughed out. "I did too but stop that shit or you won't have no more eyes to roll. Try me." He threatened and I wanted to laugh at how corny he sounded. He let me go and put his hands in his pocket. "Talk nigga." He said and walked to his island. "I wanted to apologize. It was just for show-'''

"You think I give a fuck about who you kissing or fucking on? No. Try again." He cut me off and I didn't know what else to say. "Then why'd you take a picture?" I asked and he smirked. "Cause it's my phone and I fucking own it." He shrugged and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. "Then...what was- you kill people?" I just asked.

He just stared at me for a moment then started laughing. "What the fuck?" He laughed and put his drink down and licked his lips. "What's so funny?" I asked annoyed, crossing my arms. "You." He said and I just stared at him confused. "You just go around asking niggas that?" He asked . "No. Do you? Answer the question ." I said.

"Take them off," he pointed to my clip on bra and I looked at him then my chest. "Why?" I asked. He didn't respond but just waited for me to take it off. I did and threw it on the floor. "Turn around." He instructed with his finger. I turned around slowly and waited for the next command. "Take them off too." He pulled out a blunt and lit it up.

I reluctantly took off my drawls and then turned around, covering my erection. "Don't know why you acting so shy. Move your hand." He instructed but I didn't. "Tell me why fir-''' I shut up so quick when he pulled out a fucking gun.

"W-what the hell?! D-Dante-" he stared at me and I just shut up. "You want to know if I kill niggas right? Let's test it out," he clicked his tongue and threw the glass of alcohol on the floor and walked to me, slowly but I couldn't help but back into a wall. "Move your hands." He looked at me and said and moved them with the quickness.