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Deal

I was sure she saw my car. It's a Mercedes Benz, she's seen it before, she's been in it before. She's been on it before. I had told her exactly where I parked it, on the road near the London Waterloo Station. It took another twenty minutes before she walked over to the passengers seat, she had even hesitated before she got in.

"It's about time" I smiled, when she finally got in. I had been waiting for this girl for almost two hours. I had sat here, in my car, looking at the busy streets of London. I was glad I paid at this roadside parking spot for two hours. She doesn't even say anything. Just looks straight at the dashboard like I don't exist. To be honest, it hurts a bit because I knew I did this to her. But, I am only getting what what I'm being owed.

I set the gear to drive and soon we are driving. I had the hotel booked online and since it's three pm I can finally go check in.

"So, are you not going to say anything to me? We have a thirty minute drive ahead of us."

Her silence was beginning to annoy me. I did not expect this weekend to be filled with this stupid silent treatment. I had the whole weekend booked at the Hilton Hotel Canary Wharf, planned out different things for us to do on each day and I still do not understand this ungrateful attitude.

"The train was delayed" She finally spoke. She didn't even look at me. I was in traffic so I took the time to look at her. She had on blue jeans, a white top and a black biker jacket. She had a black beret on her hair, which would forever be in those long ass weaves. I know because I had purchased those hair bundles or whatever it's called for her. It was part of the deal we had made earlier on. But damn, those things were expensive as fuck. How can a whole hair be around £200??

"That's okay" I said. I drove all the way here earlier. Just has music on to keep me company and stopping over at the welcome breaks get something to eat for the two hours and six minutes it took.

The car became silent again.

"You can play something you know, it's okay if you don't want to speak to me" I said, annoyed. She can do this not talking to me shit, while bearing in mind that I was the one in control. I'm supposed to be the one that's angry. She wasted my time on purpose.

"Look, what do you want from me? I thought I'd already done my own part of the deal. We're supposed to be moving on with our lives" She said angrily.

"I realised that I wanted just more than fellatio" I replied, smirking.

"Can't you just get that from someone else? There are girls who are willing to rip your clothes off and you're still bothering me"

"If you didn't want something more you wouldn't have been in this car right now" I said. I snuck a glance at her. She calmed down now. At least I shut her smart ass up.

I chucked. "Y'all ain't fucking yet?" I said in a mock American accent.

She kissed her teeth. "That's none of your business"

"Now I see where the problem is. You're sexually frustrated"

She rolls her eyes. "We're taking things slow. Not every guy wants to jump in bed, like you"

"But you didn't hesitate to jump in bed with me though" I said, whistling.

"Don't you dare put this on me. I didn't want to do that willingly. It was you!"

"Okay, but still I blew that back out so hard you told me yourself, that it was the best sex you've ever had"

She kept quiet. Again, I shut her up.