The next few days were rough for Rocky as he tries to find him. He looked at different people and they didn't have burgundy hair or dreads in that matter as he wanted to him again.
But he wasn't gonna give up, that's for sure since he drives down here when he get off from work.
Other the hand after Jordan took the drug, he safely made it back to his hotel where he's been resting at for awhile, sleeping for these 3 days.
It was 6pm when he headed out the hotel, going back on the streets to get money. Rocky was out there too, still driving around for him.
As he did made it on his corner, he stand there for a few minutes until a Lamborghini truck pulled up, rolling his window down.
"Hey you." The stern voice said as Jordan looked around then pointed to him.
"Yes you, hop in." The girls sucked their teeth they always see him succeeding as he always get the jackpot.
"Fucking faggot ass nigga..."
"Why guys see in him? He don't have a vagina for christ sakes!"
"That bussy must be good den..."
"I hate it here but I'm not tryna move again."
"Ugh tall ass bitch!"
He shut the door as a stack of cash went flying in his lap, counting to see it was $3,000.
He was confused as to why this man gave him this much money.
"I just wanna talk to you...you caught my eye some nights ago..."
"What...why?" He asked, "I'm just a prostitute."
"One that isn't supposed to on the streets. Or be a prostitute in general." He said as the car begin to be quiet.
"I'm Rakim. But everyone calls me Rocky."
Jordan snapped his head up, turning his head. "Wait...R-Rakim Mayers from V-Vlone-"
He chuckled, "Yeah, that's me."
"Y'all some fucking dickheads." He spat.
"Thank god somebody is on the same page is me. We are really some dickheads though."
Jordan laughed in the first in awhile, "I was uh sitting on the ledge of y'all building and some janitor started yelling at me about it-"
"Give me the description of him."
"Had waves and he was lightskin. Wearing Air Forces-"
"That dickhead asshole Mikey. This is his third strike." Rocky said, as he parked in secluded area.
Jordan gulped, wondering if he can drop his bag on the floor since he in a expensive truck.
"You can drop your bag on the floor."
Jordan nodded, "So why you out here for?"
"Trying to get by." He said.
"No drugs?"
"Nah, I don't do Crack, Cocaine or Methamphetamine." He said, "Just trying to get by, that's all."
"How long you've been doing this?"
"So I'm 22....maybe 3 years."
"You got tested for anything?"
"Yeah, every 2 months. When I first started, I had a STD. But I don't have it anymore since I watch myself." Jordan crossed his arms.
"Enough of my personal life. I don't like talking about it. Lemme hear yours." Jordan said.
✞
After they spoke, Jordan realized that Rocky didn't want his body which it was weird to him, he was always used to somebody wanting it.
Plus he got to known Rocky too. Came from a dysfunctional home but made the best of it. Always wanted to be a Fashion Designer and that's why he made Vlone with his childhood friend.
In Jordan's mind, he realized that he actually enjoyed himself with him even if it only lasted for 2 hours.
But at the same time, he needs to get his head in the game. He needs this money to survive out here.
"Why you don't be a escort?"
"Too risky. Plus they take a percentage of your money, maybe leaving you with 800$. Maybe even 600$. If you fuck up in the escort business, pow pow. You dead or everyone finds out and nobody would take you back in the escort business. I got no time for that."
He sighed, unlocking his door to cool air hitting him.
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To everyone who's reading this book, uh thank you for reading シ
These are pre-written chapters I did before I dropped this book so yeah if any errors are in here, tell me please!
