I've been seeing Jarod almost everyday for the last two weeks since he said that he wanted to date and see where things went. Im gone be honest he's the sweetest man I have ever known. I've seen another side to him since we started this lil thing we got going on. It only makes it harder for me to keep lying to him about my bankrolls. I was seeing Jarod during the day and making my money during the nights. He hasnt even asked any questions because he thinks that im still stripping every night. I just dont know if i can give up my hustle for him or any man.
JAROD POV:
I feel myself falling for Lana more and more everyday. She just so chill and she funny as hell too. She can always make a nigga smile even though i dont be wanting to most of the time. I want Lana to meet my boys Tyrone and Miguel. I consider them niggas to be like my brothers since they are a few years older than me. I always get their opinions on the girls that i date. Shit let me pull up on Lana right quick.
*knock on door*
Lana opens the door for me and goddamn she just look so good. Made me almost wanna fuck her right there right then.
"You feel like riding somewhere with me right quick, Lana?"
"Like where?"
"Shit my ppl having a lil kickback and i wanted to bring my lady."
I see her blushing even though she trying to hide it.
"I guess."
She slides on her Louboutin red bottom stilettos and hops in the passenger seat of my Maserati coupe.
LANA POV:
I aint gone lie. I was feeling a lil nervous about going to meet some of Jarod's ppl. I dont know who all he knows. Hell we might know some of the same ppl. And not in a good way. We pull up to a big ass two story brick house. Just a few cars out there. Not some big ass house party. I was honestly glad to see that. We walk hand and hand inside the house.
"My nigga!"
I turn around to see who's calling out to Jarod. Oh no. Miguel.
"Whats up bruh?"
Are you fr? These niggas dapping each other up?!
"This my girl Lana. The one I been bragging out for two weeks."
Miguel's eyes are burning holes into my entire body. I try to play it off and surprisingly he does the same.
"Hey Lana. Im Miguel. Nice to finally meet you."
He winks at me.
"Nice to meet you, too, Miguel."
I walk away and disappear into the crowd. Im trying to find the bathroom. I finally find out on the second floor. I stand in front of the sink and flush my face with warm water. I lean up from the sink.
"So you the one that Jarod been seeing huh?"
Miguel.
"Please dont tell him what happened, Miguel. I really do like him."
"He done had that sweet ass yet?"
"And if he has?"
"Shit. Ma you cant be sharing my pussy like that."
"Your pussy?? Nigga get the fuck out of here."
I start to walk past him to get out of the bathroom. He grabs my arm and throws me against the door.
"What the fuck is wrong with you nigga? Are you crazy?"
He pins me against the door. He reaches his hand up my dress and starts fingering me.
"Please stop Miguel. You know this isnt right."
"I also know that you dont want me to stop. I remember the way that you was nutting on this dick the other week."
As right as he was.. i just didnt feel right fucking him in the bathroom while Jarod was downstairs.
"Please get away Miguel. I cant do this."
He drops his pants and I see his horse dick hanging down to his knees. Oh my gawd. Smh be strong Lana. Be strong.
"I cant."
"Then why are you still in the bathroom with me and not downstairs with Jarod?
He was right. Deep down i didn't want to leave. But i knew that this was wrong. I knew that Jarod was probably wondering where I was by now.
"We can keep this lil fling on the side ms Candi Redd. Aint nobody gotta kno."
He picks me up and sits me on the sink.
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"Its all good, Redd. I aint gone tell Jarod. I wanna keep smashing that ass. I aint gone do nothing to fuck that up."
I let him hit. Smh i know im wrong. But being faithful is just not a word that I know the meaning of.
"I need to get back downstairs to Jarod. I'll call you later."
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JAROD POV:
Damn where the hell Lana went to? She been gone for about an hour. She come walking down the stairs with her eyes all big.
"Where you been Lana?"
"My bad I been upstairs on the phone."
I aint even ask no more questions. I seen my nigga Miguel coming down the stairs too. What the fuck was they doing up there?
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LANA: Hoe Or Wifey?
Short StoryLana's got life all figured out.. or so she thinks. She's a stripper who prostitutes more than she strips. She can keep money but she can't keep a man.. that is until her male best friend, Jarod, gets intrigued by Lana. Can Lana give up the game fo...
