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“You stupid fucking slut! Who the fuck do you think you are! You are no better than me! If you leave me like this, I will find you. I will kill you.”
“You won’t find me, Lazarus, and do you know why? Because you won’t have any idea where to look.”
“You think your sumtin’ with that scholarship, don’t cha? Well, I have news for you. They can smell trash. They’ll be able to smell you a mile away. I’m all you’ve got.”
“No, Laz, you are all you’ve got. Insult me again, and I will blow a hole through you.”
“Fucking whore, you—”
I aimed and pulled the trigger, shooting a clean hole through his thigh. His agonizing cries only fueled me as I squeezed again, this time clipping his ear.
I opened the door of the hotel room then looked him in the eye. “Don’t come looking for me or I’ll finish the job.”
“Red, don’t…please.” The voice belonged to the boy I used to know. As I looked into his eyes, I saw equal parts affection and hatred for me. He didn’t want me to belong elsewhere and that was where the hatred stemmed from. The affection was something we’d started years ago and would never go away, regardless of how completely screwed up our relationship was now. Even through all of it, I still cared for him. As I stood in the doorway, prepared to leave and never lay eyes on him again, I let my feelings show, but only briefly.
“I can’t stay. I told you that. I’m sorry.” He shed a single tear as he glared up at me.
“I’ll come for you,” he warned.
“No, you won’t.” His shoulders stiffened as his greasy hair spilled over his face. He looked down at his worn shoes in defeat. I lowered my gun and walked out the door.
I shot up in bed, completely ruined from my dream because that was just it. It wasn’t a dream. It was a reality in a different world I had escaped and hadn’t thought about in years. Glancing at my clock, I saw it was barely 10:00. Uneasy and still reeling from the clear vision of the look in Laz’s eyes, I took a hot shower. Ten minutes later, I was seated on my couch, preparing for a sleepless night, and a marathon of some mind numbing TV.
Looking around my lavish condo, I realized I’d picked out absolutely nothing in it, including the blanket covering me.
Awareness came over me in waves.
I was trapped again, but in a different kind of reality. Did I have order and excellence to thank for that?
I shook off the throw blanket, walked into my closet, and threw on my first hanger. I didn’t design or throw together my outfits like most women. I took complete looks from the mannequins in the stores. From top to toe, I used the outfit and the jewelry they used to accessorize the plastic. It had worked for years and it continued to work now. Except that now the mannequins sported a much higher price tag. Of that fact, I was proud.
Going into Harvard my first year, I had no idea what fashion sense was. I’d come from nothing and been thrust into a world of wealth I couldn’t have been prepared for. I had no TV as a child, no internet aside from the two computers in our high school of eighty students, no anything. I’d only gotten my first pre-paid cellphone when I was sixteen. Even then, it was outdated due to the limited supply of my shit town. I’d almost felt like I had come from an alternate planet when I’d entered Boston. If it weren’t for the time I’d spent fucking Memphis’s wealthiest man, I would have been even more lost.
The dress that covered me tonight was nude and left little to the imagination. I put on matching pumps in the exact same color. The dress made my long, dark red hair stand out in comparison. Slipping on my stockings and garter, I admired the body I’d worked hard for in the last few years. I had a solid muscled core and rounded hips and was thankful for a smaller but ample bustline than one that would match my top-heavy mother. In minutes, I had carefully layered my makeup the way I was taught then grabbed my keys.
I might have nothing to do on a Saturday night, but I had toys to play with if I so desired. I owned an array of muscle cars, which I paid the association extra to keep covered. These were my babies, and I needed no chauffeur to take advantage of them. This was my one indulgence, and I had no shame when it came to them.
I slid my finger along my Charger I’d nicknamed Bomber. It had the exact sleek look of the fatal plane. Completely blacked out from roof to turf, she was my pride and joy. I’d rarely taken her out in the last few months and decided tonight was the night. Slipping in, I turned the ignition as she roared to life, the idle alone heightening my senses. I was instantly turned on by the heavy repeat of the engine.
I’d fantasized about having the right cock in this car, but in my original daydreams, he had owned the car himself. I was sure there were plenty of men out there who owned a muscle car, but the new woman I’d become was slightly choosier for a different breed of man than those who owned a car like this.
Was I a hypocrite? Yes, maybe. The type of man I was now suited for wouldn’t own this type of car. His would be a lot more expensive and way more foreign.
This car and all my others were my way of keeping a small part of that Tennessee girl inside of me, and I would not fucking apologize for it.
Pulling into downtown, I bypassed the bustle of King Street to drift a little further, driving toward a piano bar I knew encased the company I was looking for. I would have a few drinks to take the edge off, and maybe a willing cock to exhaust me.
The young valet took one look at my car and then the small flash of my bare pussy as I exited and was hard as a rock by the time I handed him my keys.
“Fuck…is this heaven?” I heard him murmur as I smirked, leaned over, handed him a twenty as I whispered, “Which part? Take care of it and you may get a taste.”
Before he had a chance to answer, I was through the door. Though the music was far from what I enjoyed, the atmosphere was more desirable. Intimate tables were lined throughout the small bar and on the back patio were a set of couches surrounded by lavish plants, small trees, and highlighted by soft electric blue lighting. I walked up to the bar, getting a good share of attention as I passed by without looking in any direction. I was more than aware that the good ol’ boys, the ones who felt they ruled the city, congregated here. Tonight, I’d decided to play with one of them in my bed. These men valued nothing but money and power. But I knew they had a weakness for quality women and tonight that’s what I’d offer. It only took minutes for the first to approach. Unfortunately for him, I would have to pass.
Davis Jeffries, CEO of Blue Corp, was the first to make a move, approac
hing me just as my drink was set in front of me.
“I’ve seen you before. I think we’ve met,” he said as I turned to him with a smile. I heard his inhale as he studied my face, letting his eyes drift down to my chest before moving back up. He made no apology as he appraised me. He was bold, and maybe he could back it up. It was a shame I was on the prowl and I wouldn’t take the first bid.
