Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 2- NEW & IMPROVED ME.

Tory

"So like Tory, how much are you paying for the night?"

I had one hand on the steering wheel, as I sped down the highway, lost in my thoughts. I'd been so deep in my thoughts that when my brain finally processed her words— the chick sitting the passenger seat, my eyes nearly bulged. We'd just met at Ronnie's house party. I slammed on the brake, causing the car to swerve before it corrected itself. "Wait.., what?" I asked, making a face.

"Half us girls that came to the party are strippers and I don't fuck for free-" The car pulled to a screeching halt on the shoulder, "Umm-" she chuckled. "What are you doing?"

"You got two choices and don't waste my time. You can either, catch ya nut and be happy or, you can hop out at the next exit."

I shifted the car back in gear before I took off. "Fuck I look like paying for pussy that's prolly been around LA and back?"

"First off-" I stomped my foot down on the pedal, taking it up past a hundred, "You wasting my time," I drawled. Minutes later, I was taking the next exit into the city. My Lamborghini came to a smooth stop, next to a crowded nightclub, "Get out."

"But-"

"Look, I'm not pressed to say I fucked a stripper whose pussy I can smell through her mouth," she rushed to cover her mouth. "Now, get out."

That was probably harsh, but I had other shit to worry about than her and it was no way in hell, I was ever going to pay for sex.

She scoffed, opening the door and getting out.

"You ain't shit," she sneered, slamming the door shut. I threw my head back, laughing.

"Don't we all know it," I mumbled, taking off again. Making sure that I kept an eye out for drunks that seemed to think sidewalks weren't as useful as the roads were for their walk of shame.

It'd been already six months since I had seen or heard from Ayona, I had no idea where she was or even if she was alright. As each day passed by, I got more numb trying to figure her out. Grabbing my phone, I dialed a number as I continued down the busy street. I hoped for my call to be answered. "Mm, what?"

"You home?"

"Lanez? You can't just be choosing when you wanna hit-" As impatient as I felt, I had to cut her meaningless rant off, "It's a simple ass question— are you?"

She sighed in defeat, "Ye-" I hung up before she could completely get a word out. Hoooooonk!! I took a sharp left turn, cutting someone in a Jetta off. I headed in her direction. Finally.

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A/N:

This one's short, but it'll be worth it next week.

-Elza😘