Chapter 1 #2
I did two years in college, and that’s when I met my first older, rich nigga. His name was Grant. Grant was 45 when we met. My young ass had no business dealing with a man that was 25 years older than me, but stick around for the plot, and I’ll explain to you how this man had me put up!
The night Grant and I met, my roommate and I had gown downtown to Wynwood, just exploring.
We found ourselves going in one of those art galleries, and I remember looking at the prices on those beautiful art pieces and thinking that I couldn’t wait to be in a position where I could afford that kind of stuff.
As I was browsing around the store, my roommate drifted off, going to her own area in the store, leaving me alone by myself, having me stare at one of the art pieces in awe.
Till this day, I don’t even remember Grant walking up on me.
I just happened to turn my head, and he was standing there, with a smile on his face.
One look at him, and I could tell that he was older than me, but the thing is, I didn’t think that he was much older.
If I had to guess, I would say that I thought he was at least 30.
I just remember him asking me if I wanted the art piece that I was looking at.
Mind you, I remember everything about that day, so I remember the price was a little over $10k.
A woman, who would have her way with niggas raised me.
My mama knew how to pimp a nigga out of his socks, taught the game to me, and my sisters, so I remember looking him in his eyes, laughing in his face, and telling him that I didn’t want the art, but I would take the money.
I could tell that he was shocked by my answer, which made him laugh, and he shocked me right back, telling me to go to the back with him, and I put it on everything that this man put $10k in my hands, without even knowing my name.
His response to me after giving me the money was, “This not the flex that you think it is. You could have taken the art and sold it for double”.
A bitch was in love! Well, in love with the idea that he had money, but then I came to love him.
After he gave me the money, I gave him my number.
This man called me the same night, wanting to take me out.
I allowed him to, and at dinner is when I found out that he was forty- five years old.
At dinner, is when I found out that that art gallery that I met him in was one of the many art galleries that he owned.
At dinner is where he taught me that with the face, and the body that I had, I could have my way with niggas and get whatever I wanted out of them.
I remember telling him how I was in school to be a doctor, and that I was only doing it for the money.
I remember this man looking me in my eyes, telling me to drop out if I didn’t like it.
At the time, I wasn’t so trusting because I didn’t know him, so I stayed my ass in school.
Oh, a month later though, after I gave the pussy up, and this man was dropping bags on me, keeping money in my pocket, I sure did drop my ass out of school.
I had the kind of relationship with my mom where I could tell her anything.
I told her about Grant, and of course she called me stupid for dropping out of school for a man that I barely even knew, but hey, it was all a part of the plot.
She supported the idea of him spending money on me, but she felt like niggas were temporary, and that I shouldn’t have placed too much faith in him by dropping out of school.
Grant had me drop out, and he put me up in a beautiful condo, right on Miami beach, and you couldn’t tell me shit.
He was the one to teach me to have my way with niggas.
He was the one to teach me my worth, putting it in my ear that I was the prize, and for me to never be afraid to ask a nigga for anything.
Ultimately, Grant and I didn’t end up working out.
It’s good to have a man with money, that can take care of you, but them niggas will eventually start treating you like they own you.
He built me up in a way to be sexier, bolder, and just tap into my grown woman era, but he couldn’t stand what came with that.
I was attracting so many men. I’ve attracted men my entire life, but I was attracting men that were on the same level as him, and he hated that.
He would take me to these grand events, where I would be standing in the room with other millionaire men, and if he would see them looking at me, it would end bad.
That nigga put his hands on me one time, and I turned into that bitch right from the hood, and I fucked him up.
Once Grant and I ended, men like him were the only men that I was attracted to. Just without the insecurities from them, and without them thinking that they were going to beat my ass.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of men. My line up is crazy.
I only wanted CEO’s, investors, executives, developers, and things of that nature.
They had to be older than me. Much older.
That was the case because I didn’t need a man trying to put kids in me.
Usually, the older men that I dealt with, they didn’t want children, and some had already had children that were grown, so they wouldn’t want anymore.
I knew from a young age that I never wanted children.
I haven’t met a man yet that has made me chance my mind, and baby, I’ve met some great men, but no one has come close to me coming off birth control, so that I could risk my body, and give them a baby.
Garrus was the last guy that I dealt with.
If you all remember my sister’s, Free story, then you’ll remember the madness that took place between Garrus, and I.
Crazy thing is, I loved Garrus. I loved him so much that even if he didn’t have the money that he did, I would have still chosen to be with him.
He brought a side out of me that I never even knew existed.
I had a personality where I felt like I was serious all the time, not really showing a playful side of me, and he pulled it out.
Even though Garrus was older than me, he did have a mature side of him, but there rested a youthfulness about him.
We would go to arcades for some of our dates, even sometimes do active dates like golf, and tennis, which is the reason why I was heavy into those sports now.
He got me into watching sports, going to sporting events, and things of that nature.
Garrus was a married man though. I was foolish enough to believe that maybe one day he would leave his wife for me, like he had been telling me.
I know it’s too late to go back in time, but God, I wish that I could go back to the day that I meant him, and I would have never allowed him to pursue me.
The thing is, when Garrus and I met, I knew that he was married.
Because of the luxury car company that he owned, and with him being from Miami, it was hard to not have known who he was.
I just didn’t know him on a personal level though.
I fell for the way he instantly started spoiling me, tricking on me, just like Grant had done, so I ignored the fact that he was married.
I knew it wasn’t right, but Garrus wasn’t the first married man that I’d dealt with.
Back then, I used to try to justify it with my feelings not being real, and it wasn’t like I was trying to take these bitches husband’s away from them.
All I was looking for was someone to sponsor my lifestyle. That was my justification back then.
Imagine walking into his car dealership, going there to just rent out a Porsche, since my G63 was in the shop.
Imagine when it was time to the pay the tab, there was no balance because Garrus gave me the newest Porsche there, telling me that I could keep it for as long as I wanted to.
He was playing the game, trying to win me over, and God, it worked.
Imagine him getting my contact information because I left it on the paperwork after signing for the Porsche, and he calls that same evening, wanting to know what my favorite food was.
Upon telling him that I loved pasta, he sends a black truck to my house the next day, we’re getting on a private jet, and he’s taking me to Italy, just because he had a favorite Italian spot there, and he wanted me to try the pasta out.
Men have done some crazy things for me in the past, having women around me question how good my pussy had to have been to get them to trick on me the way that they did, but Garrus was easily the biggest trick of them all.
He literally funded everything in my life.
This man put me in a position to have around the clock chefs, maids, drivers, just anything domestic that a woman typically does, he made it where I didn’t have to do it.
My lifestyle with him was something out of a movie, and being from the projects, it was something that little me was proud of.
My feelings grew so strong for him, and along the way, his grew even stronger for me, but he never left his wife.
You couldn’t expect to fuck someone’s husband and not think that there weren’t going to be any kind of repercussions.
His wife found me on my damn birthday and shot me down in the middle of a restaurant like it was nothing.
Almost losing my life behind that man was enough for me to finally walk away from that situation.
After being released from the hospital, I remember packing up that condo that he’d gotten for me and moving to my current condo.
I had to do better for myself. I had to make better decisions.