“You better,” she replied. He tossed her on the mattress and then turned to hit the speaker button on the hotel phone.
“Hi, Mr. Sky. How can I help you this evening?” the concierge asked.
“You hungry?” he asked, without looking at her.
“I want everything,” she answered. “One of everything.”
“You hear that?” he asked into the phone.
“Yes, sir. One of everything. It’ll be up in about 45 minutes,” the woman answered.
He climbed back in bed and Charlie bullied her way beneath his arm and clicked on the TV screen. He wanted to move her, but he knew she would only come right back so he ignored his urge for space and let her be.
Charlie watched TV and Demi watched her. She sang everything. All the commercials that came on, every jingle she hummed. He found himself muting the volume so he couldlisten to her on those parts, and when her girly-ass reality shows came back on, she snatched the remote to turn it back up.
“You’re annoying, Demi,” she said.
“Yeah, whatever,” he replied lazily. He sat up and reached down into his pants to remove the bag of weed he had in his pocket.
“You want me to roll up?” she asked.
He looked back in surprise. “Say, man, young bitches so ghetto. Ass can’t cook but can roll up,” he said, snickering. She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, before falling back on the pillow.
“Nigga, I can cook. I cooked breakfast for you!” she said.
“Oh yeah, your Charlie-flavored eggs,” he replied, smirking. She crawled over to him, interrupting him, sitting right in his lap as they faced one another. She pulled the weed from his hands, freeing them and they went straight to her ass. Gripping, pulling her into his dick.
“Don’t be feeling me up now, boy. You need test results. You need pussy papers. So that dick on hold until I get you what you want. I don’t know you, remember?” she asked.
He watched her roll up and cringed a bit when she wet the blunt with her spit. She fired up and took the weed in like a champ.
Hood-ass. Charlie was the type of girl who could be his best friend and his bitch.
“I don’t sleep with men on the first night, Demi. Before you, I was in a relationship for a long time and that is the only other man I’ve ever been with. You were the exception.”
Demi was a natural skeptic but the sincerity in her eyes told him she was speaking truth. Being in her presence felt easy. It felt comfortable, like he could spend a thousand days doing exactly this. Coming home to this. After a long day, being greeted with pussy, Charlie-flavored food, and a blunt. He wasexhausted. She drained him of everything, took his ego, his logic, and every drop of cum he built up throughout the day. She left him depleted like it was a lazy Sunday and they had fucked so much they couldn’t climb from the bed afterward. He almost forgot that he was lying and sneaking just to be there. Charlie felt like the one, but how could she be when he had a whole life outside these doors?
“I fuck with you, Bird. The long way on every day of the week. Remember that, a’ight?”
“You remember that, babe. I’m not the one who will forget.”
Chapter 10
Stassi was always the last to leave. It never failed. At every event she had ever arranged, she hung around until the very last guest departed. It was the perfectionist in her. She thrived on seeing a venue go from nothing to something, and then back to nothing again. She had always known she wanted to become a chef. She used to cook up meals in high school and sell them out of her mother’s kitchen in Styrofoam takeout boxes just to make money. When she discovered that she could parlay that into a full-service event boutique, she had found her calling. Her business was new and small but growing by the day. This talent showcase was proof of that. What had started as baby showers and graduation parties was blooming into something so much more. It was her baby, and she was proud of it.
“The kitchen has to be spotless and make sure we’re bubble wrapping anything glass. A lot of stuff broke at the last event during transit, so be careful,” she instructed. A young boss. Stassi was finding her way and it felt damn good.
“Anastassia Grant.” Day swaggered into the kitchen, giving a slow round of applause as he approached her.
“Did I do my job?” she asked, beaming because nobody could tell her shit. She knew she had done a great job; it didn’t matter what came out of his mouth next.
“You did that,” Day replied. “Time to settle up.”
Stassi held out her hand. “Pay up, pay up,” she said playfully. “Write me a big check with a lot of zeros.”
Day snickered. “Your bank account been blessed. You can believe that.”
“I swear I gave out my card to like 20 people. Thank you for introducing me tonight. You vouching for me really made a difference. I would never be in the same room with these types of people.”
