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  Eve rolled her eyes in response. She wasn’t worried about no bitch. She didn’t play fair when it came to niggas. She had the gift of gab, top notch head and gold between her legs. It made her a living, and it was going to help her snag Noah.

  “Girl, fuck her. That nigga is gon be mines by any means. I just gotta make this night one he will remember,” she said, unrealistically sure of herself.

  “Whatever girl. I say make that nigga pay just like I’m making Hakim pay. That nigga wanna fuck, and I wanna get paid. Nobody gets this pussy for free, especially drug dealing lowlifes like Hakim. Don’t get caught up cuz you already know how these niggas are, especially the ones with wives and shit,” Bianca warned.

  “Yeah girl whatever,” Eve responded. She knew the risks.

  Truth was she was tired of fucking for money. It wasn’t getting her anything major, nor was it getting her anywhere far. Her room was a revolving door with men coming and going. They didn’t care about her one bit. None of them knew her real name or who she really was. The ones she had started to catch feelings for had dogged her in the past; feeding her meaningless dreams and vicious lies. The ones that did want her, she was uninterested in.

  Her past and her present made her grimey, but in her heart she wanted something she never had; love. Her problem was she didn’t truly know how to go about getting it, so she schemed on niggas thinking love would result from it.

  Eve thought about Noah. She wasn’t going to be rejected again. She felt that anything in life she wanted, she should get out and get, or take if necessary. Her life was empty and she wanted more than just shoes, clothes and fancy hair to fill it. Her ads for sexual services were posted on the internet with her pictures and numbers for guys to call her. When she met the guys, she was paid up front and she gave them what they asked for. Most of them went on to become regulars but nothing more ever developed out of the rendezvous.

  Eve had come to grips with the reality that she was nothing more than a fuck. It was hard being in that business, when as a female, you naturally desire companionship and love. No matter how much of a front she put up, or tried to shield her heart, she naturally craved it.

  It was worse for her because she never really felt loved, even as a child. This made her long for it even more. Eve was getting older and she wanted to be more than a fuck. Even though she had just met Noah, she felt that he may be a good candidate for her. He was hood, sexy as hell and she saw the way he looked at her. She knew he wanted to fuck her. He could take care of her, and she him.

  I can get him, she thought. I will get him.

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  Noah and Hakim had ordered a pizza from room service and were working on their second blunt by the time the girls had freshened up. Eve and Bianca always kept fresh panties and a matching bra in their oversized Michael Kors bags, just in case something popped off. Today they came right in handy. While Bianca ate with the guys, Eve sat on the expensive leather couch outside of the master bath, mind focused on how she would go about dealing with Noah. Her plan was to sex him real good, and later thoroughly stimulate his mind.

  Eve was naturally aggressive, however, she knew she would have to be even more aggressive with this man. He already had a girl, and was considered successful, by hood standards anyway. What could she bring to the table, she thought? He didn’t want for anything, and she was sure he had plenty of bitches practically begging to suck his dick.

  She wanted to know more about his girl. What was she not doing? What was she not doing well enough? Whatever his girl wouldn’t provide, she would supply. She would work to draw a wedge between them and then make her presence known. She would force her to leave him. That way the bitch would be out of the picture.

  Eve didn’t consider her thoughts to be premature even though she had just met Noah. She figured she needed a plan early in order for her to succeed. This could be easy or it could be hard, she thought. It depended on his girl. Eve however, was up for the challenge.

  When Eve finally made her way to the living room of the suite, she was delighted to find that Bianca had already taken Hakim to his room.

  That bitch doesn’t waste any time, Eve thought.

  When she saw Noah sitting on the oversized plush leather couch with his shirt off, her body became warm and tingly all over. He was fine as hell and he knew it. Eve wasn’t into playing games and she knew she would have to be about her business to deal with Noah. Taking charge, she walked over to him and took his hand as though she were asking him to stand up.

  Noah was brick hard when he saw Eve walk out in a pale pink lingerie set. It was sexy as hell and it caused his blood to warm, and manhood to rise. He liked her aggression since he wasn’t into games. He happily followed her into the available room.

  Between the liquor and weed, Eve was horny as hell. She always got a rush when she was about to fuck a paid nigga. It was just something about the money that turned her on. There was a certain level of respect that came with dealing with paid nigga’s. You got access to more elite environments and settings. Your pussy fell into a higher category, and with that you had access to even more paid niggas. As Meek Mill put it, “It’s levels to this shit.”

  Noah plopped down to relax on the soft, king size bed. He quickly got comfortable, taking off his sneaker. He felt nice from the liquor and weed he had consumed earlier; he was ready to fuck. Lucky for him, Eve wasted no time as she seductively sauntered over to the bed. She began by caressing Noah’s thigh. She didn’t want to rush the night so she decided to make it memorable by slowing things down a little.

  “You seem a little tense; turn ova so I can give you a massage,” she demanded.

  Noah obeyed her heavily accented instructions and turned over onto his stomach. Eve got up and went over to her bag. She did not actually have massage oil, but she had some sweet smelling Kemi oil that she used for her hair and scalp. This will have to do, she told herself.

  She pulled the lid back and squeezed some of the gold colored oil into her hands. She rubbed it around in her palms to warm it up before she sat back down and slowly massaged the liquid onto Noah’s upper back. Eve rubbed and kneaded into his back, slowly making her way down. When she reached his butt she took it upon herself to pull down his black, khaki Ralph Lauren slacks.

  “Take these off baby so I can get you right all over.”

  Noah undid his belt, unfastened his button and slowly wiggled out of his pants, allowing Eve full access to continue her full body massage.

  Her hands felt soft and relaxing against his flesh. He was certain she had done this before. By the time she finished he was very comfortable and ready for some action. He turned over and took her hand.

  “I wanna see what else you can do,” he whispered.

  Eve smiled and pushed him back gently on the bed. She climbed on top of him and bent over to kiss him. Noah wasn’t into kissing so he turned his head slowly before she got to his mouth. Kissing was very intimate to him and was reserved for only those he loved.

  Eve wasn’t offended by the diss, but she figured she’d give the kiss a try just to see where he stood as far as morale. Some niggas would do anything: fuck raw, eat whoever’s pussy, and kiss any female on the mouth. She was hoping he was one of those niggas, since it would make him easier to seduce.

  That type of man had no loyalty or morale, so he didn’t feel bad when he did fucked up shit because it was satisfying to him. He didn’t care who he hurt and his dedication was to himself. A man with morale did his dirt, but always knew where to draw the line. These types were harder to crack because their loyalty was to their families, or individuals who had been by their side. Their hearts were shielded and they were selective on who they let in their circles. These were the loyal niggas most hood bitches like her needed and desired. Every hood-rat wanted one for themselves. However, they came far and few.

  Eve sucked on Noah’s neck and then gently kissed and bit his earlobe. His manhood throbbed and pulsated against her sweet spot. She was dripping
wet, and her hotbox was begging to be penetrated. Climbing off Noah, Eve scooted down the bed and began kissing and sucking on Noah’s chest. His breathing was rapid, and his body tingled from excitement and pleasure. Eve took Noah’s manhood into her hands and began slowly stroking the shaft. His dick oozed pre-cum causing her excitement. Being the freak she was, she loved the taste of the salty treat and wanted to suck it right from the tip.

  Giving in to her desires, she slowly slurped at the top of the head and cleaned every drop that had come out, being sure there was none left. She wanted every inch, so she used her mouth to deeply devour all of him.

  Eve was focused; she sucked him slow and hard which caused his dick to swell and get harder by the second. He was long, about 9 inches. She continued to suck him forcefully, only stopping to sloppily lick on and around his balls. When she felt them begin to stiffen, she knew he was about ready to cum so she switched her focus back to sucking his dick.

  She deep-throated him aggressively, slurping loudly and hungrily so he could hear her feasting on his love muscle. She wanted to let him know she enjoyed every bit of him, and would be happy to have him again.

  Before Eve could finish him off, Noah pushed her head off of him and aggressively pulled her by the waist, forcing her down to the bed. He reached onto the floor and dug in his crumpled jeans, pulling out a Magnum condom to strap up. It was his turn to take charge.

  He hungrily kissed and sucked her big chocolate breast, before flipping her over onto her stomach. He used his hand to arch her back before he grabbed his dick and plunged it into her. She wasn’t super tight, but she was wetter than a tsunami. Noah pushed and pounded on Eve with force and aggression that lasted for what felt like an hour to Eve. Every few strokes he would slow down and plunge his dick deep into her love den. His stroke game was sick causing Eve to moan and shudder in delight.

  “Umm baby, fuck this pussy… Give me all that big hard dick!” she cried in ecstasy. The dick was good but it was really his financial status that turned her on.

  The dirty talk caused Noah to come almost immediately. He loved when a woman talked dirty to him.

  Although he’d cum he wasn’t finished. He wanted to fuck again, so he lay on the bed and told Eve to get him back up.

  Dazed and full of desire, Eve complied. She sucked him back hard and they fucked once more. The sex was great for both of them. Eve was high off Noah and she wanted him for herself indefinitely. She wasn’t sure what was happening but her feelings were changing quickly for this man. She looked over at him while he lay fast asleep on his stomach. She moved closer to him and curled up along his side. God had answered her prayers and sent her “the one.”

  Soon you’ll be mine, she thought, and then drifted into a peaceful sleep. She was hooked.

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  Three months had passed since they’d met, and Eve’s feelings grew deeper and deeper for Noah. She called him daily, and saw him when she went to Philadelphia for her escort work. He would swing by some late nights, fuck her good and leave in the middle of the night before it got too late. Noah did in fact enjoy her company but she was merely a fuck to him. He wasn’t really a bad guy so he listened to her stories when she poured out her heart to him about her former life in Haiti, encouraged her to stop stripping, and reassured her there was a better life out there for her.

  She never told him that she was an escort because she was afraid he would see her as a whore. In all actuality, he already thought she was a whore. He believed most strippers were in love with the fast life and fast money. He figured when a woman is caught up in that life, they’ll do anything for a buck; that included sleeping with men for money. He didn’t put it past her, and he was sure she had done it before and would do it again. Truthfully it was the freaky sex, excitement of new pussy, and the thrill of not getting caught that kept him around Eve.

  Shaleea usually gave him his space and that allowed him to have his fun. His and Eve’s relationship consisted of wild sex and good conversation. Problem was Noah was spinning Eve. He, like most men could easily separate sex and feelings. Problem for Eve was, she couldn’t do that with Noah. She was an escort so clearly she knew the rules. However, he had Eve thinking in her confused mind, or rather she had herself thinking, that there was a speck of hope that they would be together. This was very different than what she was used to. This wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be.

  Noah spoke of Shaleea very rarely, and when he did, he often expressed that he loved her very much and had no intention of leaving her for anyone. This annoyed Eve, and although she had never met her, she soon became wildly jealous of Shaleea.

  What the fuck makes her so special? Eve often thought.

  She wasn’t sure, but she did know that the bitch was living the high life; the ghetto American dream.

  Noah never shared much information about his finances but she knew he wasn’t hurting for cash. She had seen him in multiple vehicles when he came to her room; a 2014 Chevy Camaro, a Range Rover Sport, and a brand new pearl white Chrysler 300C. He never bought her anything, but he would supply weed and liquor when he came through, pay for takeout, and if she asked he would throw her a couple hundred dollars to help her out with her room.

  This particular day she was in her feelings and decided to call Noah. She was in Philly for business and wanted him to come by. She dialed his number, and after five rings he finally picked up.

  “Sup Eve?” he asked, without saying hello.

  “Hey baby, what are you doing?” she replied, ignoring the sound of slight irritation in his voice.

  “Shit, on my way to handle some business. I’m actually real busy so I’ma have to hit you back in a little bit,” he admitted, trying to get her off the phone as quickly as possible.

  Eve became mildly annoyed. She could tell he was rushing her off the phone. I bet if I were that Bitch he would have some conversation, she thought to herself.

  “I understand you busy baby but I wanted you to come by after you handle everything—Maybe spend the night.” She knew she was pushing it, but decided to press her luck anyway.

  Noah grew irritated. He had gone through this before with Eve. She was starting to become clingy and it was beginning to get on his nerves. The sex was good but staying out overnight with her and pretending shit was something more than it was, was out of the question.

  “Come on Eve. We already went over this shit. I can’t stay out all night cuz that’ll cause problems at home. You already knew what it was and you accepted that. So what’s with all the extra shit?” he asked, doing his best to contain his annoyance.

  “What the fuck are YOU getting an attitude for?” Eve placed emphasis on “you.”

  “I’m the one sitting up here alone waiting on you to pop up when you want! This shit is getting old Noah and I’m tired of playing second. All you give a fuck about is that Bitch!” she yelled.

  Noah didn’t have time for the emotions and theatrics. Every other week she was rambling about them being together and how she could give him more. Frankly he was growing tired of it. He liked fucking her but he didn’t want to be with her. If she just fell back and played her position, life could be so much easier. She was becoming a headache and headaches he didn’t do. He was about to dismiss her and keep it moving.

  An emotional woman had the potential to be a real problem, especially one that was in love, or worse, lust. He knew she was starting to catch feelings but he didn’t realize it would be this quick. He usually had minimal problem with his side hoes. Most of them he didn’t deal with long and the other hood-rats accepted shit for what it was and just took the chump change he gave.

  After Eve stopped talking Noah finally responded.

  “Yo, first of all watch ya fucking mouth, and second, I aint tryin to hear this shit today. I’m out,” he said, pressing the end button on his iPhone, disconnecting the call.

  Only important shit would disrupt his mental state, and she wasn’t important. He took a pull off his blunt and turn
ed the volume back up on his car stereo.

  SEVEN

  Shaleea

  It was 11pm and Shaleea lay in the dark, quiet room peering up at the ceiling. She enjoyed the couple of minutes she had to just zone out and relax. It had been a long day running back and forth between the Laundromat’s, and she was beat. Friday had fell on the first of the month, so the weekend was extremely busy for her. She had to distribute paychecks as well as count and order inventory for Monday. On top of that, several machines had broken so she was working on getting her contractor out to fix them.

  Friday nights were supposed to be relaxing, after-all, it started her weekend. She tried to do little to no work on weekends but it was becoming almost impossible. She only had one class this semester to give herself a break, but the work load and reading load was still heavy, so she found herself doing that on the weekends as well. Being successful always required big commitment and little time.

  One thing for sure, she thought, she would always make time for Heaven and Noah. Shaleea got up off the bed, opened her door and walked down the hall to check on her daughter. She peeked in her room and saw her sleeping peacefully in her full size bed covered by a pink canopy. For dinner they had dined out at Heaven’s favorite restaurant Nifty Fifties. She had a large strawberry milk shake for desert and was slightly constipated from it. Heaven was her world and she hated seeing her uncomfortable.

  Heaven was a beautiful child with a head full of curly, brown hair. She looked like Shaleea but was chubby and had a light brown, pecan complexion like her father. Walik, Heaven’s father, had been killed during a botched drug deal when he was only twenty. She met Noah not long after that, and he had been there for both of them ever since.