He damn near devoured half of his slice in two bites, chewing slowly, taking his time before he answered me. “Why you looking at me all crazy? Not all men like that shit.”
“Maybe not the club, but they enjoy what the club offers.”
“It’s cool but I’m not spending that much just to look at pussy.”
“This is not cheap.” I waved my hand in the air. My suite was pretty expensive and the add-on amenities meant running up a tab. Folks didn’t have to pay as much as I had but in order to truly experience Seventh Heaven the right way, a little change had to be spent.
“Nah, it’s not, but I also have the luxury of enjoying the pussy on display. Plus, strippers do the most. They’re trying to sell an experience to hit men’s pockets. I’m not with that. I like a genuine vibe, not someone trying to pay their rent and car note.”
“So no girlfriend then?Noted.”I took another bite of my pizza and he laughed.
“I’m single. I stay on the go too much to be what a woman wants me to be.”
“What do women want you to be?”
“Consistent.”
Ouch…
Yeah, this is definitely just one and done…
“Consistency isn’t that hard.”
“It’s not a matter of being hard, but more about me being willing. I just don’t have the ability to do that right now. I’m ona paper chase and that means moving around without having to manage someone else’s expectations. I’m not exactly working a nine to five.” He smirked and I nodded.
“Makes sense.”
“I just need a couple years to get my cash up. What I’m doing now isn’t a long-term hustle. At least not when it comes to me being the person locating and securing the vehicles. I can customize them in my sleep, legal or stolen, but right now, I’m cutting out the middle man. It’s just me and my brother and I’m the one who’s typically on the hunt. I’ll figure things out, but right now, this is what I do and I love that shit. It’s the thrill of the hustle.”
“So fuck love, get money,” I said, delivering the title of A’so and Samari’s single.
“Something like that. When I figure it out and get my money right, consistency will be on the table.”
“You better hope there’s a woman worth something willing to eat at your table when it’s time.”
He chuckled and locked his eyes on me. “I feel like I’ll be straight in that department. If it’s right, she’ll be there, as long as I make the effort and put in time.”
I damn sure would…
This is not about you, Yuri…
“Maybe,” was all I gave, then focused on my food.
We finished our pizza and I headed upstairs while X decided to chill at the bar to have a drink. He hadn’t extended an offer for me to join him, so I didn’t push. Besides, my body was screaming for a comfy bed and a few hours of sleep. That was my plan. Peace out to a great night.
A few hours after dinner…
I awakened feeling groggy and blinked my vision into focus, frowning when I heard someone knocking on my suite door. As soon as I’d made it to the room last night, I climbed into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and was out. With a full stomach, satiated sexual appetite, and no desire to move until morning, sleep took me down.
So who the hell is interrupting it…
I groaned and threw the covers back, tensing when I lifted and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The ache from my activities a few hours ago was still very much present and put a smile on my face seconds before my expression twisted when I had to actually walk to the door. Whoever was at my door would. get me in all my glory, bonnet and all.
I hadn’t ordered room service and no one knew I was here. Well, almost no one. I’d peeped when X had watched as I headed to my suite after we left the second floor. I didn’t mind because I had honestly hoped he would pop up. A few more rounds wouldn’t have been the worst thing, no matter how strategically I had to walk to the door thanks to my very fun evening.
“Yes…” I spoke through the door and seconds later I had my answer as to who had interrupted my bomb ass dream about the man who wasn’t currently at my door.
“Ms. Lofton. I have a delivery for you.”
