I demanded and slapped her ass. She giggled and stirred from her sleep while looking at me. “I’m up. What do you want to do today?” she asked, stretching up arms. I rolled my eyes at her needy ass. I didn’t want her like she wanted me. Lisa, the owner of the Miami Dolphin’s daughter and one of Micah’s many jump-offs came into my life for a reason. I was the reason. I sought her out for three weeks straight before I approached her. She was snotty at first but once she cracked that first smile I knew I had her. After fucking for only two weeks, I was already living in the bitch’s penthouse. I drove whatever car I wanted and had money at my disposal all because I laid good pipe down. While on my stake-out of Minka’s house, I ran across some skinny bitch hightailing it across the lawn to her car. I was confused as to why she had Minka’s license plate on her car. Shit was getting more bizarre the more I followed and watched Minka’s ass. How many people did this bitch piss off?
