Prologue #3
“Listen, today has been a rough day, and as much as I would entertain whatever this is on a different day, right now I just want to head out of here and lie down. So if you don’t mind, can you please state your business?"
“Glad you brought me to my point.”
I frowned.
“Is that right?"
“That’s right.”
Ritz adjusted the cuff of his sleeve before looking me dead in the eyes.
“I want to make you an offer.”
“What kind of offer?”
“The kind that benefits both of us.”
Now I was confused. I wasn’t in the mood for riddles.
“Ritz,” I said with an attitude, running out of patience.
His lips twitched.
“Your debt.”
I waved my hand.
“You’ll have your money.”
“I know.”
That made me pause.
“Then what are we talking about?”
“You.”
That threw me for a loop.
“What about me?"
Ritz leaned back in his chair.
“I’ll erase every dollar you owe this casino.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“For?” I questioned.
“One night.”
The room went silent.
I blinked rapidly like there was more to this…surely the Hennessy was finally beating my ass.
“Come again?”
“One night,” he repeated without missing a beat. “You spend one night with me, and the debt disappears.”
I stared at him.
Then laughed, not because it was funny, but because there was no damn way I heard this fine-ass man correctly…or was he?
“You make all your guests that are in debt to you an offer like this, Mr. Monroe?”
“It’s Ritz. And do I look like the kind of nigga that got to get you in debt first?”
“Nope. But you don’t look like the type of nigga that would let something like that be in your thoughts, let alone spill from your lips, but here we are.”
He just shrugged.
“You do this all the time?” I asked, but honestly, I didn’t care. I could use him for the release before I hit the road.
“Nope. If it makes you feel better, this is the second offer I have ever made when it comes to my paper.”
I scoffed.
“Oh, really. I feel special.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You want the truth? All you have to do with me is voice it. I will admit it was nowhere near $175,000. Now, are you entertaining the idea, or is it a flat-out no?”
“Well, ain’t you charming. Why me?” I said, my voice submerging in sarcasm.
“More of a straight shooter, and why not you? The curves, the hips, the lips, and that ass. Makes me curious bout just how long I can hold that big muthafucka up.”
“Oh, you have a fetish?”
“Money is my only fetish. Why must a nigga have a fetish because he sees a beautiful cornbread-fed woman who catches his attention every time she sways in this muthafucka?”
“You know nothing about me, Ritz. Why not get your money back and leave it at that?” I seriously questioned.
“What if I told you…you always sit at table number seven if you go to the poker table, or if you play the craps table, you always take the left corner and throw the hell out of those dice, leaving here with nothing less than fifteen bands. Some days you play around on the slots, but that ain’t really yo’ thing.
You step in here with six-inch heels on your feet and some shade of red coated on yo’ juicy ass lips regardless of what you rocking; I figure that’s your favorite color.
You ride bikes because I have seen you a few times in your vest, and if I had to guess, you're a label junky.”
If he were a detective, my ass would have been jammed up…I was slipping.
“Stalker,” I shot back.
“I call it watching my favorite show. So what’s your answer, Ms. Global Jamerson, or should I say G-baby? You mentioned twice that today has been rough. Let me ease your mind.”
Did the OG hear my need for a temporary release?
“One night, huh?”
“One night,” he confirmed.
I just sat there in a brief silence, and he waited without pushing me to answer.
Ritz was fine as fuck, and the way he sat there watching me with that intense gaze wasn’t helping shit.
This man had an aura about him that commanded attention without him even trying.
Smooth brown skin, thick lips, and a beard that made his grown-man fine hit a little different.
The diamond sitting in his ear probably cost more than everything I had on, but it was the tattoos that kept pulling my attention.
Casino owner or not, Ritz had street nigga written all over him.
The money and tailored clothes might’ve cleaned up the package, but they damn sure couldn’t hide the hood underneath.
And I couldn’t lie. That shit was sexy as hell.
After the battle of our eyes, I finally spoke.
“Show me,” I said, crossing my legs in the leather pants I changed into at the clubhouse.
“Show you?” he questioned, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. It took less than a minute for him to get the hint, and he chuckled.
“I see. You don’t like to waste time.”
“No. I will leave you here in all the blood that can rush to the tip of your mushroom before I fake like this was a good trade.”
This was not a job, and stroking egos was not on my agenda for today. If we were gonna do this, I needed to see exactly what he was working with.
“Is that right?”
“That’s right.”
He stood and started to loosen his slacks, but there was something in his eyes.
Something that told me people didn’t normally challenge him.
I’m pretty sure women would be barking by now if he asked.
My request had to have him excited because I honestly wouldn’t have needed to ask, judging by the thickness.
When he had his pants unbuttoned, he lowered his briefs, and that dick that popped out was not what I was expecting.
It was a pretty shade of brown that matched the rest of his body, but the tip was light like a two-tone lollipop. I swallowed hard.
He placed a hand around his shaft and started to give strokes slowly. You could see the pre-cum seep through the head, and my mouth watered. I wanted a taste, damn a taste. I wanted to gobble that muthafucka up.
“G-baby. I see that I have your attention, so do we have an agreement?”
I sat there in my thoughts, weighing my options.
I lived life on the wild side, and things were fucked up right now.
I had a rich ass man in front of me ready to ease the pain if only for one night.
Watching him stroke himself at a slow pace, I couldn’t concentrate.
His big caramel hand wrapped around his caramel dick was folding a bitch in half.
His eyes never left mine, had me so wet the thong was ruined.
Before I knew it, I nodded my head, my eyes fighting to stay focused as they shifted between him and my nightcap.
Shit, when was I gonna get dick this size again?
He stepped closer, giving my ass that 3D treatment.
“I need words, sweetness.”
“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Monroe.”
This was unbelievable. The last thing I thought would happen tonight was to be propositioned.
Fuck it. I was down for the ride.