HOME – 11:08 p.m.
I’d entered a darkened, candlelit room. The air conditioner was cruising along at seventy-two, the windows were shut with the curtains drawn tight, and smooth tunes flowed from the laptop speakers.
Sway was stretched across the king-size, draped in a sexy blue satin slip, trimmed in black lace, and a matching black thong.
“Are you ready for me now?”
“Wow, Sway. I’m speechless. You’re so beautiful.”
She patted the spot next to her. “I’m waiting for you to come and get this.”
“Okay… Uh…let me grab a shower first, though, okay?”
“Don’t be too long.”
I’d stalled, taking as much time as I could, delaying what I feared was the inevitable. Plan or no plan, I began to doubt that I would be able to hold on. I wanted her, and I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted a girl.
I’d stepped under the water, dialing it to the coldest setting my nerve endings could take. But it was useless. I was as hard as a rock. I was never going to make it.
I lathered, scrubbed, rinsed, and dried. I stepped out, wrapped in my towel.
I stood in the mirror, rubbing my palm across my whiskers. Sway watched patiently as I creamed my face and began to shave.
I got a text alert. I looked to my phone. It was Solo.
“Let me guess… You have to go out again?”
“Yeah, more money, baby. It’s just Solo. I’m meeting her again at the Longhorn.”
“You don’t mind if I come, do you?”
“Of course not… Let’s get dressed.”
LONGHORN ICEHOUSE – 12:20 a.m.
I’d just received an update from Solo. “She’s running late… She’ll be here in a second…” I looked behind us through the rear window. “I gotta piss, Sway. It’s dark over there across the lot along those hedges. I’ll be right back.”
I panned, spying, and unzipping as I prowled towards my destination.
I was half empty when I saw Solo speeding in. She’d exited her car and was stooped at the window, talking to Sway. She looked in my direction and waved.
I was giving a final shake when I heard what sounded to be some sort of commotion erupting between the two.
Even from my distance, I could clearly hear Sway’s words. “Look, bitch. I’m going to say this once and for all. Don’t ask me or my man again about turning fucking tricks. I know what you’re up to, ho. You’re not going to pull me.”
“Shush…be quiet…”
“Don’t shush me, bitch!” Sway turned to me as I approached. “I told you what this conniving bitch was about, Andre.”
“What’s going on? What happened?”
“I’ll let her tell you.”
I looked to Solo. “What?”
There was a helpless grin across her face. “We were just talking, that’s all… Girl stuff.”
Sway countered. “No, bitch, tell him what you said.”
“About what?”
“So now you’re dumb…”
“All I was saying was… I really have to go. I got my people waiting. You got the shit?” She tossed the three hundred onto my seat. Sway checked the count before dropping the coke into Solo’s cupped palm. “Here, bitch.”
Solo moved quickly. She hopped into her running car and tore away.
I got behind the wheel. “What was that all about?”
“You’re friend…just tried to pull me.”
“What?”
“That bitch told me that her man could put me in a…much better position…than you ever could and that you were always going to be small time.”
“She said that about me?”
“Yes! The bitch broke down the whole program. I could be in a Benz with my own furnished apartment and a brand new Rolex waiting on the dresser by the end of the week.”
“I can’t believe it… Are you sure?”
“You’re doubting me, Andre?”
“No! Fuck no! I believe you one hundred.”
“You know, I had a feeling this shit would come soon.” Sway opened her iPhone. “I recorded the bitch.” Sway played it back. It was word-for-word as she’d said.
On the drive home, I’d called Solo several times. She never answered.
I looked to Sway. “Baby, I am so grateful to have you in my life. I’ve lost a customer but…”
“Oh no, hold on… You didn’t lose a customer.”
“I’m never going to be able to trust her again.”
“You don’t have to trust her to make your money. You shouldn’t trust any of them anyway, Andre. There’s no loyalty with these ho’s.”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to have her disrespecting my woman, right in front of my face…or as soon as I turn my back.”
“Baby, we can’t look at it that way. She tried and failed, okay? And if she tries again, she’ll fail again. But get that money.”
I stared, looking into Sway’s silver eyes. “You’re right. But you have to be okay with it.”
“I can handle me. I’m not going anywhere.”
As we pulled up to the hotel, my phone rang. It was Solo. I quickly put it on speaker.
Solo went straight into defense mode, not letting me get in a single word. She called Sway a stupid young bitch that was doing nothing but fucking up my business, and she’d sworn that she would have never turned on me or tried to hurt me in any way.
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