Lifestyle Fulfilled

Chapter 11

3 weeks ago, Zay and I had our semi sweet moment...or when I felt I needed to say something and said the DUMBEST thing that came to mind. I absent mindedly thought back to that day while picking the lock on some rich couple's mansion.

I was coming from my mom's house when Zay called me to give me the new info. Instead of working for Dicey full time, we were going into business for ourselves. Even though it took me a lot of convincing for him to accept my help, we made it our business to pay off his debts.

I answered my buzzing phone, "Wassup, Zay ,  You good?"

His deep voice rolled through the speakers of my rover, "Yeah, mamas. I'm doing okay. Just wanted to let you know our next pick up is soon."

"Yeah? This for us or Dicey?"

"Us. I was riding around Buckhead and I seen a rich looking couple leaving to go on a trip."

As I finished picking the locks, questions bombarded my brain.

I looked up at Zay, "How do we even know no one is home?"

I stopped picking the lock as if all of a sudden the whole neighborhood heard the low clicks of the bolts. I held the door knob in case someone came flailing through the door with a bat and turned to face Zay.

"No one is home." His attempt to reassure me failed. He noticed that him saying those words did nothing and continued on, "Because when I seen them leaving, there wasn't any family members standing outside hugging them or waving goodbye. They only had luggage....looked like they'd be gone for a while."

I simply nodded and opened the front door. The interior of the house was beyond anything I've seen. This is the type of things you pay to go see in another country.

I continued walking around the vast insides of the house, and left my suitcase in what I assumed to be the Master bedroom. I took off my sweats and replaced them with a silk robe making myself comfortable. Soon after, the alarm started.

"Shit!" Zay sprinted into the room, "The cops are here." He paced around the room trying to think of a plan.

"Hide. I got it." I stood up and quickly found some perfume spraying it on, and sliding the burgundy silk robe off of my left shoulder just a little bit.

I opened the door on the second knock and there were 2 cops standing there. A black cop and a white cop.

"Good evening officers, it's kind of late...Is something wrong?" I furrowed my eyebrows?

"Well ma'am your security system was never deactivated, so we were alerted to come over."

"Oh Okay, I can do that now." I pulled my pink lips into a smile, "Thank you Officers."
I moved to close the door.

The white officer stepped forward, "I'm Deputy Collins, do you mind if we take a look around while you disarm the alarm?"

I sashayed over to the alarm with the darkskinned cop on my heels, while the white guy, Deputy Collins, searched through the mahogany insides of the house.

"I'm not any good at these tech things..Can you help me? The password is 53--"

"No ma'am. Don't tell me the password. Just be more careful. I'll reset it." stepped back and let him put in the numbers for the alarm could stop screeching. I watched the numbers, 43575. The alarm instantly quieted.

"Clear." The white officer said upon entering the room. "I'm going to go check dispatch in the car." He left the house, shutting the door behind him.

I looked over to the officer behind me,  "Thank you, sir.." time to turn on the charm. "I wish I had someone so strong and protective here with me. I'm all alone until they come back, you know? And it's kind of scary being in such a big place all...alone."

He started catching my drift, "Yes ma'am, I do understand, how scary that can be." By then his eyes started wandering down my frame. I shifted my weight to my other leg letting the flaps of my robe open a little bit higher up my thighs. The famous picture of Marilyn Monroe was tattooed on my upper thigh, red lips and all. He glanced down at it, his eyes lingering.

"Is there another number that I can call, because it actually took you guys a little while to get here.. and I would hate if something was really wrong...."

He took his notepad and ink pen out of his chest pocket. He scribbled down some numbers and his name and reached it out to me. "This is my cellphone number, I'll always answer. Now, don't hesitate to call me if you need ANYthing."

I grabbed the torn piece of notepad paper allowing my fingers, to touch his. "Thank you, Officer.." I paused to read the paper since he never told me his name, "Jones." I looked up at him, smiling and then removing my hand.

After finally getting them out of the house and the alarm to stop screeching, Zay came out of hiding. "Damn girl, where you learn that at?"

I smirked, "I'm a stripper, did you forget?"

He also nodded in agreement, "And while I was scoping earlier, I seen that they had a shit ton of jewelry. I think we can sell that for some extra cash. I'm pretty sure the next hit is gonna be out of town. "

I mean, who can turn away money. Not I. I want more and more.

"How we gone do that?"

He licked his lips, and starting stroking his beard, "Easy." he said with a smile.