Knock on the door LaQuanna. You can do this why the fuck are so hesitant.
I was trying to muster up the courage to knock on my ex-boyfriends door. I never thought I'd be in the position to need money from him. It was for a good reason though. I found this cute little vacant shop on the corner of Beak Street in Manhattan, and I had vision for it. I wanted to turn it into a little fashion boutique with clothes and accessories that were just as vibrant and extra as my personality. I needed a 3,000 dollar deposit on the place and I had only accumulated half of what I needed over the past few months. My time was running out to place my deposit, so desperate times called for desperate measures. My ex, Wonho, was extremely rich. He worked on Wall Street, and had been deemed a local hero for exposing some of his colleagues for embezzling money. Long story short he's sitting high and looking low. He's a hero at his firm, but a shitty ass boyfriend. Well ex-boyfriend.
"Damnit! I've been standing here for 10 minutes. Welp, it's now or never."
I went to reach my hand to knock on the door, when it suddenly opened by itself.
My stupid ass ex opened the door. He was standing in the door way with black distressed jeans and no shirt on. I'm not even going to lie his body was all that, but I had other things to worry about. He was shocked to see me as I stood in his door way.
He smiled.
"Love Muffin, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"I have a favor to ask you, can we go inside and talk?"
"You need some good dick?"
I scrunched my face in disgust at him.
"My gosh Wonho, no!"
He laughed.
"Okay, okay come in."
I sat down on his couch. My skirt rose a bit as I did and I swiftly shimmied it back down.
"Why are hiding? It's nothing I haven't seen before."
I ignored his comment.
"Look, I came here to ask for a favor. It's a favor I have every intention paying you back for."
"Does Muffin need money?"
I hesitated.
"Yes."
"How much?"
I bit my lip, and squirmed in my seat.
"Just, $1500."
"Ooh Muffin, that's kind of steep. What's it for?"
"My boutique."
"Wow, you're really going through with it."
"Yes Wonho, it's not the fucking joke you made it out to be a year ago!"
His face looked pained, and the room grew silent.
Well, if you want the money you have to play me for it.
"Wonho! Not another one of your fucking games!"
"You want the money right?"
I sighed.
"I guess."
"Alright then let the games begin."
