Candyland Suites [Quavo Love Story]

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Room 609

The most important room in the entire hotel. It was located on the right side of the sixth floor in the hotel. What made this room important was not necessarily the fancy, high class decoration or the fact it was the last room on the highest level. The girl who resided in the room was what made it important. It was probably one of the best decorated rooms any girl could have. And to her benefit, she had the opportunity to design her room in the way she wanted. Unfortunately she had to earn that opportunity. 

The only thing way she could earn things was by being the absolute best worker. Escorting was apparently the hottest thing around in the city of Atlanta. Of course this wasn't her choice, but what else was she supposed to do when someone was holding a gun to her head. A part of her was happy they allowed her to live, then the other part of her was contemplating running away. But where exactly would she run to? 

She had no family, no friends, and she wasn't even sure where the hell she was. All she knew was that they were basically in charge of her now, and if she wanted to survive she should listen to them. Since she had always been short-tempered it was hard for her to do things by force. If her life wasn't on the line it would be a different story. 

Unfortunately she was obligated to deal with this story. A story where she could do nothing, but glare at the hand, belonging to the one of the owners, that was currently stroking her thigh while she sat in the living room area of her room. His words seemed to enter through one ear and exited through the next. To her dismay, he noticed her distracted gaze, and yanked her face in his direction by grabbing her chin.

"That's yo' problem. You neva fuckin' listenin' to me Princess" Quavo said harshly. His shoulder length dreads were pulled back into a ponytail, and she was thankful his cold stare was hidden behind tinted glasses.

"I was listening..." She mumbled. Princess wasn't even her real name. It was a nick name her father called her. When her father was dying, he called out to her using that nick name. By the time she made it down to his office, there was already another bullet in his head. 

"Lie again. Watch what's gon' happen," 

She blinked a few times, mentally calming herself down. If she dared to go off on him things wouldn't end well. "I'm sorry, Quavo"

"Whats my name again?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Daddy. I meant I'm sorry, daddy"

"Good. Na, we got business tah handle. So go put on sum sexy, an' meet me inna client room"

Princess nodded her head and watched as he left. Honestly, she thought he wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so controlling. Nevertheless she took a quick shower, lotioned up, and picked through the lingerie, in her closet, until she found the perfect outfit. 

 A few days ago another one of the owners told her about how some important drug lord would be visiting. If he liked what he saw then he would be willing to swap products and contribute to the rise of sales. To persuade him more, the owners thought it would be a good idea to show him everything the hotel had to offer...including her. 

 Although she knew there was more to the story than what they were telling her. Once again she was forced to keep her mouth shut.

 There was a client room on each floor. Depending on what one wanted, they would have to meet up with one of the owners in that room. Whether it was a girl from the fifth, or sixth floor, or drugs from the second or third floor. It had been constructed into an office style.

 All eyes were on her when she stepped inside of the room. Quavo, Takeoff, and Offset were sitting in the three chairs behind the desk. The man placed the portfolio back on the desk then turned to look in her direction. He only licked his lips and stood up. 

"She mine for tha night?" Andre asked biting down on his bottom lip.

"Yeah" Offset nodded. 

Takeoff handed her a key from the rack. It was for a room on the fourth floor. That was the floor most of the sexual business took place. Princess laced her hand in his, and looked into his dark brown orbs. She gave him the most fake, innocent smile.

"Welcome to Candyland, Andre"

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