Chapter 27
“From the gentleman over in the booth with the white shirt on,” a waitress said as she placed a bottle of champagne on the table.
Cheyenne was once married to Canyon, so the price of the champagne didn’t impress her.
But she could appreciate that a man had sent her an entire bottle of a very good brand instead of just buying her a drink.
She looked over and caught the eye of a very fine dark-skinned man.
She was damn near triggered because he possessed the same dark exotic skin tone that Canyon had.
His high cheek bones made her wonder if he was African.
The man stood up and came over to the table. He extended his hand for her to shake.
“My name is Marion. And you are?”
“Cheyenne.” She could tell he was older than her. Distinguished. Like an older version of Canyon. The air around him screamed got damn boss. If she had to surmise, she’d guess he had even more money than Canyon, and that nigga was far from broke.
“Cheyenne, are you from Miami or just visiting?”
“Visiting. I’m from North Carolina. I’m here for the next five days celebrating my divorce. This is my first night in town.”
“So, will you allow me to celebrate with you? We can go out on my yacht tomorrow, I can have my chef prepare us dinner, I can take you anywhere you want to go. Just say the word.” He spoke with confidence and conviction, and she was immediately turned on.
“You have a yacht?”
“I do.”
The two exchanged numbers, and he promised to call her the next day. “Bitchhhhh,” her sister squealed after Marion had walked off. “I told you Miami was a good move.”
Cheyenne would never again lose herself in a man.
She had no desire to work like a slave but since her bank account was sitting pretty, she decided to take a few classes.
Just in case she ever needed to have a back-up plan.
Cheyenne was about to start classes to become a massage therapist. Until then, she was on the hunt for a man that could possibly take care of her, so she wouldn’t have to touch the money that Canyon gave her too often.
Marion looked like he could do just that for her.
Even if he didn’t stick around long-term, he looked like the type she could for sure get a few thousand out of.
If she had to set a goal for herself, she would try to get no less than $5,000.
Her house was paid for and so was her car.
All she had to pay every month were utilities, but keeping herself up was expensive.
After all the time she did in prison, Cheyenne shopped often, and she pampered herself weekly.
With the way she spent money, a milli wouldn’t last her until she was old and gray.
Cheyenne was definitely trying to be out here living her best life, and it damn sure looked like Marion could do that for her. Even if he wasn’t around for a long time, he could be around for a good time.