Damira Johnson had been a good girl all her life. She graduated top of her class and was now ready for college. Her only problem was, she was broke. Broker than broke. And tuition wasn't cheap.
Along came Reese Matthews. A successful business man wi...
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Damira Johnson.
"Thank you for your services sir." Mira smiled shutting the door in his face. She no longer lusted after the infamous Reese Matthews. Especially after finding out he had a wife at home. All the empty promises and I love you's he'd shared with her were fake. It was all just sex talk to him. But to her it was so much more.
"You got that man wrapped around your baby finger girl." Damira's childhood friend Isabella laughed, shaking her head.
"Girl, he's just scared his little wifey gonna take all his money and run." She rolled her eyes and counted through the money in her hand. Two thousand. Just like they'd agreed on.
"Whatever girl. All I'm saying is, I think the man really wants you. He's just scared to leave his pale ass wife because everything's in her name."
Mira thought about it for a second. Maybe Reese actually did care about her. He couldn't have faked all of the love he gave her could he? Yes. He could've.
"Trying to get a married man to leave his wife for you is like tryna find Pandora's damn box Bells."
"Okay but he not looking for Pandora's box he looking for Mira's box." Bella jokes causing them both to erupt in laughter. Bella always knew how to cheer her best friend up when she was sad. They'd known each other so long it was impossible for her not to know how to make her smile.
"You're a trip! Where's my real boyfriend at while you playing." Mira asked referring to Bella's older brother Iris. She didn't really want him, but she damn sure used to. Iris was a grade older than them in high school and Damira was in love with that boy all four years. He only ever saw her as a little sister though, and that would never change.
"He somewhere with that chicken head Alisha."
Mira rolled her eyes knowing exactly who she was referring to. Iris's on again off again girl Alisha was the epitome of ghetto as hell. She was like a walking stereotype. Ass length weave, big hoe hoops, bright pink lipstick and clothes so little it looked like she'd robbed a Children's Place. And the way she always seemed to be smacking on some kinda gum didn't make it any better.
"That bird bitch? He need to ditch the zero and get with a hero."
"Oh yeah? What you gone save him from hero."
"Shit if he still fuck with Alisha, I'm saving him from syphilis 'cus sis got that shit." Damira shrugged her shoulders as Bella laughed her ass off. Little did she know that she was serious. Alisha was the biggest hoe in the state. She wasn't gone break the news to her though. She'd wait till Iris did because if Alisha had it he damn sure did too.
Mira tucked the money inside of her bag and headed into the kitchen. She didn't really feel like cooking anything but she was hungry and she was almost positive Isabella's fat ass was too. Rummaging through the refrigerator, she pulled out a frozen pizza. This wasn't much, but it'd do.
While the pizza baked, she sat on the counter thinking a little about Reese. She knew she shouldn't be thinking about a married man but she was. She was so unlucky when it came to men and choosing men in general. All of her boyfriends always turned out to either be broke, boring, or cheating ass niggas all together. Then Reese came around. He was charming, sweet, and best of all...he was rich as hell. And rich was what she needed at the time. She was fresh out of high school and too broke to afford her college tuition.
It started off as just a way to pay for college. But as Reese spoiled her and showered her with whatever she wanted and everything she could think of, Mira actually started to fall for him. Who would've thought she'd find out about Grace.
Grace Matthews was a bitch anyways. Mira had met her before she even knew anything about Reese. She'd been employed at Saks for a few months when Grace came in. She even smelled like money to her. She'd dealt with rich snobby women before but that day was a bad day for her, so she asked her coworker to take over from there. Grace must have heard her because she insisted Damira was the one to help her. She made that entire encounter extremely difficult for her and ever since, Mira hated her. Oh but she had her payback now. She'd been fucking her husband. Even though she wasn't the type, a little bit of Damira didn't feel guilty at all. That stuck up bitch could suck a dick. Just like she'd been doing with her husband.
Reese stood on the other side of the door after getting it slammed in his face. He sighed smoothing out his Armani suit and spun on his feet. He knew Mira was pissed at him, but he didn't think she'd be this mad. I mean he was paying her to keep quiet for crying out loud! He could've just stopped seeing her and got a newer more oblivious side piece. Something about her though, drew him to her. He didn't want anybody else. Hopefully she'd come to her senses and call him soon. He was in the mood for her and only her. She was the only one who knew how to handle him. Not even Grace could do that.
"The usual sir?" His driver, Roland asked as he opened the door for him to get in.
"Yes please." He spoke loosening his tie. He was in need of a drink. A strong one at that. So to the bar he would go.
