When Vincent woke up this morning? Hmm, he was reborn. For the first time in years, he stretched out across the bed without any weight of his misery weighing down on him. This time, his limbs stretched out to touch three naked women scattered on his bed. A lazy grin played at his lips as he did so. He chuckled low to himself, muttering, "Oh my heavens, this what I've been missing out all my life?"
The morning sunlight danced on his chest as he sat up, his mind drifting back to the events of the night before. If there was a camera taking in every moment, he could've scored a chance to make some modern online money.
Three women. Not one. Not two. Three. It isn't just a number, though. It was a mark of his freedom. To forget, even for only a few hours, the wreckage of his life. A cheating ex-wife, a brutal divorce, kids who couldn't even pick up his calls, things are so bad, even the the dog left with the kids.
But last night? Last night was different. It reminded him that there's life beyond the bottom of a liquor bottle. He realized that he still matters.
He let out a satisfied sigh, feeling decades younger, with his aches and pains replaced by comfort he hadn't known for years. The shower ran in his fancy bathroom as he hummed to a tune only he could hear. He felt...somewhat untouchable.
Meanwhile, the vibe in the bedroom shifted to a different frequency.
Whitney woke the girls up quickly as she noticed that Marcus was is the bathroom. "Yo, huddle up." She hissed at a low commanding voice.
The two girls rubbed the sleep off their eyes before dragging themselves closer.
"This ain't the time to be slow bitches" Whitney snapped. She nodded her head toward the sound of Vincent singing. "We ain't sticking around. Y'all had fun, but this dude? Nah. He too rich to be like some regular ass motherf*ckers we keep f*cking on a daily. Y'all know what I'm sayin'? These elite n*ggas always got some sh*t in the dark"
"Bitch you just paranoid as hell. Vincent's cool, Whitney"
Whitney rolled her eyes. "Cool? Bitch, please. Rich dudes like him? They be havin' secret sh*t going, namsayin? Some weird Diddy ass parties. I ain't about to be headline on TMZ or none of that" she glanced over at the note Tasha left on the nightstand, "I say we steal from this n*gga and push the f*ck outta here"
The girls didn't even hesitate, they moved toward the dresser.
Jewelry spilled into their hands—Rolex watches, rings, chains, anything that shines. It didn't matter how much they grabbed; every piece was a win. Their bags filled quickly as adrenaline pushed them to quicken their movements. They weren't messy though. This was too smooth to be their heist.
Whitney rushed towards the bathroom door and tapped her knuckles. "Yo, Marcus"
"Yeah baby?" Vincent called back, his voice echoing with the sound of dripping water.
Whitney's lips curved into a grin. "There's a note on your nightstand. Tasha it's about that business thing y’all was talking about. You should check it out"
"A note?" Vincent's voice carried a hint of curiosity.
"Uh-huh," Whitney replied, "Address and everything. Check it when you're out. We gotta run, but you good, right?"
"You guys are leaving already?"
Whitney rolled her eyes, "Yeah sugar. Gotta handle some things. You know how it go"
