If there wasn't anything she hated the most it was MEN. Sevyn Moore, 22, was the girl that had a huge hatred towards the other gender. She had her reasons why and she felt as though they were reasonable for a girl like her. Sevyn wasn't the type that fell for the filter men would put on before their true colors were shown. She didn't fall for the same three lines dudes would say to get in her pants nor the same repetitive and disrespectful gestures. She was all for actions, yes, but she knew how to differentiate between forced ones and the ones that came from the heart. Even sometimes the ones from the heart didn't feel real to her, but that was as close as she was going to get to a real man. She knew one day she wanted to get married and live a happy life Mr. Right. But, in a world where disrespecting black women for clout was a new trend, sneaky links existed, and being exclusive was always a problem to people, she preferred being single than dealing with a man-child. Or any man at that matter. But, that was easier said than done. In most cases she was ready to lay down with a man even if he was a walking red flag, but she controlled herself. That was until she met the man himself where the thought of doing bad felt so damn good. She was tempted, but wasn't easy. This is Temptation.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.