~~Chapter One: Arrival~~

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Demetria,

"Baby! You can not leave me for almost 4 months! I'll miss you to much!" My girlfriend Shontelle said while clasping onto me. I snickered into her chest and looked up at her face, getting a glimpse at the tears in her eyes.

"Shontelle we've been over this too many times to explain, I'll go, you can visit whenever you want, and if you stick it out with me through the end, daddy will come home and give you exactly what I know you'll be missing ight'?" She blushed slightly at my words and nodded her head. She leaned down, pulling me in for a long, desperately needed kiss before looking me in my eyes. "Before you go, know this Demi and I'm serious this time! If you cheat, we're through. I can't take it anymore D... You gotta make a decision, it's the broads, or me. Think about it." She grabbed another one of my suitcases and loaded it into the trunk.

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I'm finally on my way to the airport headed to the one and the ONLY Las Vegas, Nevada baby! I'm pumped, ready to go out, maybe get married, see what these other girls got to offer! Positive opportunities are multiplying as we speak! I know as soon as I see the first sexy girl with swag to walk in the house, I'm probably gonna think with my strap rather than my mind! It's not that I don't try to be faithful to Shontelle, it's that I sorta can't! I love that girl with all I've got but, I love fucking a little bit more! If it was up to me I would probably do things a little more differently when it comes to Shontelle, but she ain't never gone leave me! I don't really got nothing to worry about for real!

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I get out my car and follow the yellow brick road paved with bums and empty 40 oz. bottles, making my way towards the DTW, Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport for short. I swear this shit look like a mall it's so big. I quickly pulled out my Boarding Pass, making my way over to the conveyor belt where everyone else seemed to be placing there luggage. I loaded mine on the conveyor belt and looked around for the next place to go. "Damn you would think these motherfuckers would have put up some signs." I thought before the security guard motioned me over. "The fuck did I do?! Oh shit it's cause I'm black. I swear I can't never catch a break!"

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Okay so it turned out to be a false alarm, it was all part of procedure. I mean it still would be nice if those motherfuckers put up signs! Anyway, I'm on the plane, boarded and ready! We just took off about an hour ago and honestly, I'm excited! I haven't probably been out of state since I was visiting Chicago with Shontelle, and I guess I'm just ready to show Sin City what I'm made of! Hit up the strip clubs, casino, I might even get married! But shit, when it comes to what I do, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

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After five and a half fucking hours on that plane, I'm jet lagged as hell, and feel drunk and high at the same damn time which isn't as fun as most people would think. This little raggedy ass kid kept kicking my seat and I just about turned around and smacked his edge-up straight, then this bitch ass old white woman kept fucking look at me like I was a monster! I don't know if she was trynna determine whether I was a female or a male, or what a swagged out, young, African American is doing on a first class plane! Either way, that bitch was entirely rude! But that ain't none my damn business! On the bright side because yes there just so happens to be one, this fine ass girl sat beside me. She was exactly what I liked to. Name was Kelesiah or something. Turns out she won't into chicks, but I'm D! Nobody can resist D!

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We finally pull up to the crib and almost immediately I noticed the beautiful columns on the door. Yeah I'm a bit of an art freak. That's how I know how to choose my women. Anyways, The front won't all that, so I travelled to the back and I was stunned! Everything was so beautiful! The view of Las Vegas was amazing, the lighting was perfect, everything was so beautifully decorated. I'm truly impressed!

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