"Hey sexy, can I have a drink?"
Ugh this man is driving me Crazy! Every second of every day he is here and he always wants something from me.
" I have a name and sexy isn't it" I spat at him. I gave him a death stare hoping he would get the message that I don't wanna to talk to him.
"Baby, don't be so rude. I just want a drink." he said with a mischievous grin.
" Ask someone else" I said.
" This isn't a way to treat the man that gives you the D when you need it." he responded.
Ewww why in the world did he think I wanted to do that with him. I was getting paid for it. I wouldn't say I'm a prostitute, just someone who wants money and does certain things to get it.
He gets up from the table and comes near me. He grabs my waist extremely tight and I feel something go into my back. Its a gun.
" Now sexy lady" he says, " I need that drink."
This nigga thinks his little gun scares me. He can shoot me for all I care. I know he won't.
" That.Is.Not.MY.Name!" I practically scream.
I elbow him in the stomach. He loosens his grip enough for me to grab his arm and slam him on a poker table. I am so angry right now. I begin punching him repeatedly never giving up. Suddenly I felt someone pull me off of him. I turn around and see its my boss Rayan Lopez.
" Get off of him NOW Jocelyn!!!!" Rayan says.
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Gambling Love
Teen FictionWorking in a Casino isn't easy. Seeing all these thirsty niggas everyday and thier wives busting up in the place threatening to divorce them is too much. But I gotta do what I gotta do for the money. You may think I'm crazy and money isn't everythin...
