Twenty-two year old Belinda Bureau, a young woman from Chicago, is kidnapped. When she is awakened, her whole life does a 180 once she finds out she is now an escort and lives with thirty other women in a mansion. The man who took her will soon regr...
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"Why do you do this August?" I said as I laid my head on his chest.
My legs were tangled up with his and the black silk sheets covered my back side as he rubbed and squeezed on my ass.
He shrugged. "My pops passed it down to me." He started off. "This is what I was raised around."
"You don't have to do this. You can be so much better than this." I said twisting his hair around my index finger.
"Belinda don't." He said sitting up, making me sit up as well.
"Don't what?" I asked.
"This is what I live for. This the only thing I know how to do good. So don't try ta save a nigga. Go to your room. We got a big day tomorrow." He said pulling up his Calvin Klein briefs.
I was about to say something before Yasmine busted into his room.
She stopped dead in her tracks once she seen me laid naked in August's bed and August in nothing but his draws.
I sat up, making the silk blanket fall off of my body, not being ashamed of it at all.
My breast were perky and I had a flat stomach with an hour glass waist to go with it.
Yasmine stared at my body and August turned around while he was getting his clothes ready to shower.
"Yung we need to talk. It's urgent." Yasmine said rolling her eyes at me.
"You pregnant or got a std?" He asked.
"No ..it's-
"Then we don't got shit ta talk about." He said dismissing her.
"But Yung-
"Get the fuck out." He said annoyed.
Yasmine kissed her teeth. She turned and looked at me and rolled her eyes before leaving.
