“Smoke myself into an oblivion is exactly what the hell ima do”, I said to myself.
I walked over to my room to grab my weed paraphernalia. I still had all my stuff in the room, I didn’t feel comfortable asking to move it into his. Even though we did sleep together every night, I feel like if he wanted that he would’ve asked. I did unpack and put my clothes into the dresser though, living out of bags gets really annoying.
I grabbed my stuff, walked back out to the living room and threw it down on the coffee table. I lit the almost finished bath and body works candle before going into the kitchen and turning on the kettle. He had an array of teas, all different flavors but peppermint was always my go to. I grabbed a clear glass mug and waited for the water to finish boiling. He was wrong, I didn’t mind being alone. I just really enjoyed his company.
“I wonder what else he has in that safe”, I thought out loud. I knew he had a gun but I didn’t know he had more than one in the house. And that one looked heavy duty compared to the usual one he brings with us on occasion. I wonder why he felt he needed it if he’s just going to the club with Paris and them.
I screwed up my face at the thought of Paris, if she wasn’t such a “daddy’s girl” I would’ve had her number and been able to ask her. But it seems like she’s having a hard time digesting that our roles are different.
I shook my head, trying to erase all the thoughts I had out of my mind of them. If he’s out with her and not me, it’s business. Live bitches aren’t the only ones that see having a white girl as a sign of wealth and power. Niggas see you have a live white girl and know you’re bout your money. He was grown and could handle himself anyways, stressing over it wasn’t doing anything. I poured the hot water into my mug and the refreshing mint flooded my senses. I walked back over and got comfortable on the couch. I turned on netflix before I started to grind up my weed.
“What should I watch, what should I watch?” I asked myself out loud. My voice echoed in the empty condo, reminding me I was alone.
“Ouu the Devil Wears Prada is on”, I shouted gleefully. I threw on the movie and finished rolling my spliff.
This was one of my favorite movies. I personally thought she turned into a bad bitch once she fell into her job. From the beginning of time women have been sacrificing being their best selves for the sake of love or men I should say. Men can become their best selves, and are encouraged even. They don’t ever lose pussy, they actually gain more. But let a woman become the baddest walking version of herself and watch her viable options dwindle. Men hate feeling inferior and they know, ain’t nothing more powerful than a woman standing IN her power.
I finished smoking my spliff and ended up falling asleep on the couch.
I woke up, on the floor in the middle of nowhere, panting. I looked around to see I was accompanied by a thick green forest. I could hear a stream running and interacting with the rocks somewhere. I got up from the ground and wiped off my hands. I looked around frantically trying to understand what was happening and where I was.
“Bam?”I called out as I stepped forward.
“Anyone?”, I shouted out into the trees.
“What the fuck is happening? Where am I?”, I yelled out in frustration.
The hair on the back of my neck stood erect, my pulse started intensifying and my palms began to get moist. My body was alerting me, something was either happening or about to happen and I needed to get ready. I whipped my head around, looking from all angles for the incoming danger.
“It better not be a fucking bear”, I spit out venomously.
All of a sudden, I heard “run”. I ran through the trees, bare foot and frantically looking back for what was chasing me. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel my body becoming more and more defensive, I was under attack. I pushed through low branches, and with each sharp beat of my heart my feet hit the ground.
I could hear the breaking of branches behind me, but every time I looked back I could see nothing, no threat. A bright light danced through the trees in the distance, with each stride towards I felt a sense of relief.
“Someone help me please!”, I yell out to my rescuer. The light was so bright and stark it hurt my eyes the more it was revealed. But I knew I had to keep going because It was safe over there.
I looked back over my shoulder again, to see if I had lost the threat and ended up falling over a root; I tumbled until I hit a tree. I quickly tried to get up but the ground transformed into an unforgiving quicksand. It sucked me in, and pulled me deeper with every attempt to escape.
“Helllllllp! Somebody help me, please”, I cried out. I stretched my hands towards the light as my body began to disappear into the darkness. I cried, the more I moved the more I sealed my fate.
“I need somebody to help me… pleaseee”, I bawled out to the forest.
Just before my head was about to go under, a hand grabbed mine and began pulling me out. It pulled me and pulled me and pulled me until I was finally out of the quicksand. We collapsed onto the ground, I was panting for air and too busy to notice who was right beside me.
I staggered to my feet and cried out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much for saving me.” I looked down to see myself laying on the ground, smiling back.
“What the fuck-“, I sprung forward on the couch panting and sweating.
I whipped my head around frantically looking at the beautiful condo, I now call home. The tv was turned off and the house had a calm to it like it was the middle of the night. I scrambled looking for my phone and grabbed it off the coffee table. The bright screen terrorized my eyes and I squinted in agony as I dimmed it.
The time on my phone said it was 4:34am and I had two missed calls from Bam.
I immediately jumped off the couch and sped to his room to check if he was home. There he was, sprawled out asleep and most likely drunk in the bed. I braced against the doorframe and recalled the crazy ass dream I just had.
“I knocked out for that long?”, I whispered to myself, confused as fuck.
My spirit was bothered and unsettled by the dream. What did it mean? Who was I running from and how could I save myself if I was the one in trouble? I shook my head, this was too much to try and dissect right now.
I walked over to the bed and gently hopped in, trying not to disturb his drunk ass. He rolled over, slid his body behind mine and threw his arm around me, “you love again, you’re not mad anymore?” he mumbled into the back of my neck. Before I could even reply, his light snoring graced my ears.
“Maybe I am mad… in the head”, I said softly, trying to get comfortable on the pillow.
It took me a while to fall back asleep but I eventually did. The angelic sun brushed against my face and I realized it was the morning. Bam was still curled up behind me asleep, even though his dick was definitely awake.
I eased out of bed and headed to the washroom to pee and freshen up. “What the fuck did that dream mean?”, I thought to myself again as I sat on the toilet. I wiped, flushed and then walked over to the sink. I washed my hands and then grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, goooooodmorning”, stretched Bam.
“Goodmorning sleepy head, looks like someone had a good night”, I shouted out to him before I spat.
“I was going to say the same to you by the looks of the coffee table. Couldn’t stay mad at the kid though”, he teased.
I finished brushing my teeth and walked out of the washroom, “actually I knocked out on the couch by accident. That new weed you bought me is… intense.”
“Come here”, he flirted and stretched out his hands towards me. “I didn’t buy it, remember Biz gave it to me. You must’ve forgot that nigga smokes top of the line shit”, he laughed.
I walked over and flopped into his arms, “did you like it though?” he asked.
“It made me have a fucked up dream, but the high was good before that.”
He squeezed and rubbed up my body, “what did you dream about?”
“I don’t really remember, I just woke up sweating and panting and shit”, I lied.
“You thought my ass wasn’t gonna come back home”, he teased. I playfully nudged him, “nah i’m playing. You aight though, forreal?”
“Yeah I’m good”, I sighed.
“You sure, cause you know we can talk and-“
“Yeah I’m sure”, I cut him off. “Anyways, how was your night playa? Had to be more fun than mine”, I inquired.
“Psttt, nah not really. Same ol’, same ol’, my nigga wanted me to check some shit out with him. But it turns out it wasn’t even anything. So we ended up having a couple drinks. I was trying to come back home and give you that Dulse dick but your ass was sleep on the couch.” He joked as he kissed up my neck.
“Did yall go to the club or the strip club?”I asked, still trying to press as much details out of him as I could.
“We went to the strip club”, he said in a slightly defeated tone. Like he was frustrated I wanted to ask him questions instead of hopping on his dick. “That’s why I brought homegirl”.
He released me, scooted off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. “I’m not young anymore”, he yawned.
“The strips boring as hell now, if i’m going there it’s for business. If I want to have fun, I’ll take a trip or something”, he said as he started peeing.
I could hear him finish, wipe and then turn on the water to wash his hands. There was a pause and then he appeared in the doorway, “or go to the club with your sexy ass and show you off” he muttered brushing his teeth.
He walked back into the washroom, “If i’m with my bitches it’s strictly business related and you know this”, he yelled out to me.
“I know, I know”, I groaned as I got up and started making the bed.
“But you obviously still need to hear it”, he chuckled before spitting in the sink.
“Whatever man”, I snapped back.
“It’s cool, i’ll keep telling you till you get it through your thick skull”, he said coming out of the washroom and slapping my ass as he walked by. He helped me finish making the bed and then walked back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.
“I’m going to make tea, you want one?”, he offered, walking towards the kitchen.
“Yes please, some peppermint would be great”, I said as I walked over to the coffee table. I grabbed all my weed stuff and brought it back to my room.
“Soo you tryna go shopping for your birthday dress today or what?”
I was in my room and almost dropped my tray. The smile that crept up on my face was huge and embarrassing. “That’d be cool”, I shouted, trying to play it off but you could hear I was smiling in my voice.
“Aight we’ll head to Yorkdale real quick”, he said grinning.
He made us both tea and then we got ready to head to the mall. Yorkdale was one of Toronto’s luxury spots, you go there if you’re trying to get designer shit or start some shit.
We got to the mall and checked out some of the popular stores like, Louie, Saint Laurent, Gucci and even Prada. But nothing was really jumping out to me or enticing him.
“You want to try Holts?”, he asked.
“Sure, maybe they have something that isn’t granny-ish”, I said sarcastically.
We went into Holts and I finally found the dress I couldn’t live without. It was Amiri’s bandana mini dress. The brown looked immaculate against my skin, and the silver detailing was right on point with my vision. The dress alone was basically $2000, that didn’t even include my strappy Alexander Wang heels, and silver rings he also bought me. The dress was a turtleneck and the detailing was loud. It was the centerpiece of my look, so no other jewelry was needed.
“Thank you so much”, I said, grabbing the bags from his hand. I was giddy as fuck, like a little school girl.
“No problem, you bout to look good as fuck on friday”, he grinned.
“Oh, don’t I know it”. I floated around the rest of the time we were at the mall. We went to grab food, then headed back to the car to go home.
I popped open the AMG door and put the Holts bags in the backseat. I jumped in the passenger side, ready to get home and fuck him every which way possible. He got into the driver’s seat and turned on the car. Just as he was about to pull off, he pulled out his phone and looked at the screen intensely.
“We gotta go to the girls condo real quick”, he said coldly. Without even looking at me or waiting for a response, the engine purred and the car jumped forward.
Traffick’d 