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The drop top mercedes coupe zoomed out of the parking lot joining the line of cars in the street. He scratched his beard eyeing his eyecandy of the week. She looked so exotic to him, her features were foreign. He felt like he saw it all before he met her at a corner store. He thought all girls in the city looked the same, the effects of having the same plastic surgeon.
As for her, she didn't think much of him. His cockiness was touching the roof and it was annoying the man had way too much self-confidence. She was a sucker for attention so she accepted whoever gave it to her. He was far from her type but what's wrong with making him feel like he was? Bree shifted in her seat "So where are we going?"
"Where ever you wanna go.."
"You can't take me where i wanna go."
"Are you sure about that? Because i can take you anywhere.." he trailed off "Just name a place and we'll be there."
"I would like to take a trip hmm maybe Paris.. yes Paris can you take me?" She smirked
A smile crept up on his face "I can."
She smiled to herself tracing over the arabic tattoo on her chest. She felt like her old self again. Kicking it with rich men who she didn't like but it was fun.
She smiled looking up at the night sky.
On the other side of town. Two women were asleep at his side. He was living the life of a bachelor. The single life had its perks but he would rather be somewhere with her right now. How did they go from being in love to being nothing. He heard that she was catering to other men which disgusted him. They weren't even supposed to be apart for this long but it had been months. It was weird that even with two women by his side he still thought about her.
He kissed his teeth shoving the random girl's hand off of his chest. He lifted himself out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. On the bright side atleast he still had money coming in.
Once again it was the weekend and he had no intention in picking up his daughter or seeing Maria. As far as his concern this was all her fault.
Facing facts his life was miserable. There wasn't a girl in the city that he hadn't had sex with. There wasn't a club that he hadn't been to. Everything was played out but yet he still woke up everyday to do the same thing.
A black range rover was parked out front the apartment building waiting for him. He pulled the door to the backseat open joining his friend Jack. "I hope you ain't wake me up out my sleep to go to the club."
"Shit you seemed to enjoy those two strippers you took home lastnight." Jack nudged him.
The Mercedes coupe slowed down approaching the air strip. She giggled trying to hide her excitement. "I said that i can take you anywhere."
She leaned over planting a kiss on his lips. "You just might be my favorite." She pinched his cheek.
"And if you work hard enough you'll be my number one." He flashed a smile at her. "Some business men are supposed to meet me here so you can get lost on the plane."
Business men? Who are these business men?
The black range rover pulled beside the small car, the backseat door flew open. She pushed the car door open letting her heels hit the ground. The two men slid out of the vehicle, she paused locking eyes with the familiar face. It was him she hadn't seen or heard from him in months.
Shamar shook his head glancing at his ex. He should've expected this from her afterall this was the type of woman she was. She got a thrill from being with high rollers like Skepta. They fed her need for attention and bought her expensive gifts.
