He laughed. “I wasn’t a stranger when I gave you a cabana and bottles earlier.”
“You definitely weren’t, and we appreciate it.”
“And I definitely won’t be a stranger after tonight either,” he said, looking me up and down.
“What’s the problem with your card, though? Tell me what I can do for you.”
His willingness to help threw me off. I’d never had a man step up and try to make my life easier. If anything, men had always made it harder, starting with Josiah, who made my life a living hell every chance he got.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Just about to go back to the room and go get ready,”
“Yeah, go get pretty for me.”
I started smiling at this nigga like my entire savings wasn’t gone with the wind.
As I smiled in Proctors face, my phone started ringing. Of course, it was the girls wondering where I’d been. I sent it straight to voicemail because Proctor was still standing right in front of me.
“So, tell me this, do you have a man back home?” he asked.
I hesitated, knowing damn well I was engaged to be married this weekend, but still, I didn’t want to tell him.
“I have a situation, but it’s nothing for us to talk about now.”
“A situation, huh?” He licked his lips.
“All I can say is he's as dumb as hell for letting you come out here by yourself. There are Plenty of vultures in Vegas ready to snatch the baddest bitch they find right up and fuck the shit out of them.”
The way he said that instantly turned me on to a point that I knew I needed to get away from his ass asap.
“Wow, you are a trip, Proctor, but why are you here?”
“Visiting my son. He has a penthouse here.”
“Oh. How old is he? How rich is he to have a penthouse here? I saw that the regular rooms are like $700 a night.”
“He's thirty-five, and he’s successful as hell. I’m proud of the lil' nigga.”
“Damn. So, you have a thirty-five-year-old, and you only look a little over forty.”
He smirked. “Yeah, I do, he was born when I was fourteen years old. But I’m going to let you go now. Tonight is a big night at the new club, so make sure you look beautiful as hell. I got y’all a real nice section waiting.”
“Yeah. I will see you later.”
He winked, full of desire, and then walked away with that lazy stagger. I watched him the entire way to the elevator until I turned to walk out of the hotel, remembering that I had real problems and Proctor was only a temporary distraction from those.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” I whispered to myself.
I knew right now, all I needed was $10,000 for the wedding until I got my bank account straight. That would be just enough to make sure everything still went as planned. I hated it, but there was only one person who I could call for that type of loan. The one person I said I would never ask for money again, my father.
I dialed his number, rolling my eyes as the phone rang.
“Wow,” he said once the line picked up.
“It must be about to rain diamonds outside.”
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m good. Better now that I heard from you.”
