After that night he came to the club every night. Same room every night. And every time he'd ask me had I thought about it. I'd say no. We'd dance and I'd go on about my night. This went on for a while till he got tired of me giving him the run around. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. He texted me that night after my shift.
"Why you playing shawty?" he texted.
"Who is this?" I answered.
"Dylan, don't play you know who this is".
"Oh wassup fam"
"Be one of my girls"
"How many you got?"
"5, why?"
"You got enough, they bringing you enough money"
"Nah baby I want you. I want you to be my bottom girl. I don't trust these hoes"
"Why?"
"You different ma, I like you bout yo business no games"
"Iight Dylan I'm in"
I done fucked up now.
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