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Waking up the next morning, I was very sore. Me and Q did more rounds than I could count just releasing pent up stress we both had last night.
I looked over at him sleeping and still couldn't help the way I felt about what he said to me last night. This is what I wanted....casual sex, but why did I want more suddenly?
Shaking my head, I just decided to get out of his bed and get dressed so I could get back home.
"Damn you don't tell a nigga you leavin?" I heard a voice behind me say.
Silently cursing myself out, I slowly turned around. "I was gonna text you when I got back home. I figured you needed some rest after last night."
"Nah, you need some by the way you limpin over there." He laughed. Q got up from the bed and made his way over to me.
"That's not funny Q." I said whining. "I have two interviews today and imma be limping. I can't even walk straight right now."
"I don't wanna hear allat. This what you been wanting." Q said while kissing my neck. "Oh no. We not doing this again. Maybe tonight but I'm already late." I said pulling away.
"Well just text me whenever you get home. I got some business I need to handle today too."
Coming over he lifted my chin and pecked my lips. "Imma be waiting for you tonight."
"We'll see if I can fit you in my schedule." I smirked. After saying our last goodbyes, I finally made it in my car and dialed Tay right away.
"Bitch you better have a good reason waking me out of my sleep." she said.
"I do trust me." I laughed. "I got some last night."
"From who hoe?"
"Q."
"WHAT! I know you fuckin lie. What the hell! I was not expecting that. How this happened!"
I eventually spent the next 10 minutes explaining the events from last night to her.
"Was it good?" her hot ass asked.
"VERY! He's definitely the best I ever had." I said reminiscing on last night.
"So is this going to be casual or what?"
"Yea I guess. He said that it's no point of waiting for me no more which kind of threw me off."I said thinking about his words again.
"Well Ry, this is what you wanted. If it's not don't let what y'all started get too far before heartbreak comes in place." She said.
"Bitch you a counselor now?" I said as we both laughed in unison. But she did have a point. I've been so worried about Quentin catching feelings, now I just don't know if I'm the one that actually caught them.
Quentin
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"Y'ALL SMASHED MY NIGGA?" Dre over dramatic ass asked.
"Yea man. That shit was amazing. I don't know what the fuck took my so long." I said.
"You a grown man now I see. What happened to all that relationship shit you wanted to get into wit her?"
"Like I told her last night man, I don't see no point of waiting around for her no more."
"You told her that? I'm surprised she ain't say nothing back cause there ain't no way a female would let some slick shit slide like that." He said furrowing his brows.
"I was just keeping it real Dre. Besides, I don't see how she would feel some type of way about it when she is the one who wanted this shit." I replied.
"You right, you right." The sound of a knock on the door interrupted us from continuing the conversation. "Come in!"
"Hey Q, just wanted to let you know Mr. Santana is here." a bartender informed me.
"Let him in." I said taking a seat behind my desk. Closing the door, she left to get the one nigga that got on my nerves by just breathing.
"Tell Brock to get his team posted up in case shit go left." I told Dre. Doing as told, he quickly sent Brock, my security leader, a text to inform him.
"Long time no see my friend." Santana said while walking in. "Wassup man." I stood shaking his hand.
"So let me cut straight to the reason I'm here." He started. "I have a very good proposition for you that I think would boost both of our businesses."
"And what would that be?" I asked squinting at him. Dre looked at me suspiciously because we both knew Santana only cared about hisself.
"Let's just say I have taken an interest in a new hobby of drug trading." He said smiling. Looking at him blankly for a minute, I tried to make sure I heard him correctly.
"And what the fuck does that have to do with me?" I said sensing bullshit coming my way.
"I want you to sell my product in here. Of course you will get a cut, or percent, many people would say."
"Santana I don't know what shit you be on, but I ain't taking no part in that shit. This business is legit and you not about to ruin it." I said standing up. "I knew you was crazy but my nigga who just sell drugs for a fuckin hobby? Y'all rich motha fuckas are weird as fuck. The answer is no."
"I knew this might have been your answer so I'm going to give you 24 hours to make your decision. If you happened to change your mind, great, then we can talk about this man to man. But if your answer is still no, I would think very carefully because of the repercussions that would take place after your final answer."
"You tryna threaten him or some my nigga?" Dre said steppin up to him, only for Santana's security guard to get in front of him.
"No threats. Just promises." he said smirking. "I'll leave you to make your decision now and I'll be calling to see which ever one that should be."
"Get the fuck out with that bullshit man." I said starting to get angry. Santana eventually did as I asked and left out with his men.
"You not seriously thinking about this shit huh?" Dre asked.
"Man I have no choice. You know what he did to the last club owner who told him no. Ran his family off a bridge."
Santana had some serious issues and I ain't bout that crazy shit. My business had been legit since I started it and everybody knew how proud I was of myself to build something so successful.
This had to be something I thought carefully about because whatever decision I make would change my life.
