I know what you all are thinking...this trick has started another story and by golly you are right!
New story with new drama and new people...all I can ask is for you all to enjoy and R&R
On with the show!
Money Hungry Love
Introduction
"Listen Alex, it's not you, it's me…I thought I was ready for a relationship, but I'm not. I mean…it's just too much pressure and I'm sorry, I don't think it's healthy for either one of us…this relationship…I just simply can't see you anymore-" I said while surfing the internet for my next target. I gave my best heart felt sorrow voice and I think it's working. Well that was until Alexander screeched and huffed.
"Wait a minute Aja, I thought we had something special here, I mean I got a divorce and everything!" I rolled my eyes and stopped at a name and wrote down his net worth and his family background before answering Alex. Labron James…do I really want to go down that route?
"That too! I mean you couldn't even be faithful to your own wife, how are you going to be faithful to me? And also, I'm twenty-four and you are thirty-six…we are in two different worlds. Do you think you can handle me for the rest of YOUR life?" I asked giving my best sympathy voice.
I heard Alex sigh and knew I had him. I smiled and kept scrolling down until I saw his picture…twenty-eight, healthy looking, great background…and Puerto Rican…never messed with one of those before. He had read crazy hair. But his clean shaven baby face made up for it. The sparkle in his brown eyes and the sexy smirk he had playing on his lips…oh yeah I think I just found Mr. Lover!
I snapped back into the conversation when I heard Alex call my name and cleared my throat while reading over my new flame's profile.
"You are truly something…I actually understand where you are coming from…I mean you're young and I can tell you are not ready for what I am ready for." I covered my mouth so Alex couldn't hear my laughter. He really fell for the old speech, who would have thought!? I did a little sigh and spoke.
"Right, so Alex it was fun, but this is the end." I said thinking about the Life Time movie I watched last night…I knew that line would come in handy one day.
"Okay…you can keep the car and everything else okay?" I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it. Did he REALLY think I would just give all of that back!? I mean especially the car. I worked hard for that Mercedes Benz SLR 722 Edition! No way in hell he was getting that back. I placed the phone back to my ear while printing all the information I could get on my next victim. I looked at a picture of him standing outside of his company building and I knew my eyes twinkled…I was going to have fun with him.
"Thank you Alex, have a nice life." I said before clicking the end button and tossing the phone over my shoulder and onto the couch.
I took the picture off the printer and studied it…cute, baby face, crazy hair, but loaded and at least he was some sort of eye candy and I would have a vacation place to go…Puerto Rico!
Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. Sayla Aja Banks is my name; Aja is what I go by just because…I don't want my man at the moment to know it just incase things get ugly…it can happen.
What do I do for a living? I am a player…but I'm a professional! In fact, I wouldn't even call myself a player per say, I am a worker…not a hooker, but a worker. A universal woman. I can be your classy elegant lady one moment, your hood rat bitch the next, and at the end of the day when the moon is high and shinning, your freak…but of course I do get something out of it, I have to…I have to live!
How did this all started, well high schoolish college days. After watching my mother work her ass off for my father, a low life who did nothing but cheat on her and I had no choice but to watch. I decided once I was able to stand on my own two feet; I wouldn't be on them for long, because someone was going to carry me through life.
I've watched my father bring women in and out of the house for so many years while my mother was at work, I almost forgot who my mother was. Hell she was home when I was sleep and most of the time gone when I woke so I didn't know who was who until I was older.
Watching from the steps as my father played his games and got whatever he wanted from his women, and I use the term loosely. I took notes, memorized everything and made sure not to forget shit. I waited patiently and when I turned seventeen. I applied my skills onto my first victim.
My own father, did I sleep with him, fuck no, that is just nasty. No, what I did was turned the tables. Bat my eyelashes, do a pout, a little whine and I got whatever I wanted, sometimes I got them from his women as well…then once the pouting didn't work…well you know blackmail is a beautiful things, when it's not on you.
But my true first victim was Marcus; he was rich, young, college guy who just knew he was the shit. Book smart, but not street smart, well not hood smart because of where he lived and his up bringing, but I made sure I never let on that I was a hood girl.
I didn't surf the net for him, I just simply walked onto my college campus of Morgan State and there he was. I swear he just begged to be used, and I granted his wish. Was I envied, you bet your sweet ass I was! I got whatever I wanted; when I wanted and not ONCE did I sleep with him or give him any type of oral attention…I was a virgin for goodness sakes!
But all good things must come to an end, and they did eight months later when he switched to Harvard Medical School…yup he shipped to Boston to complete his education and wanted me to go with him, but after a sob story I actually made him cry over it was done…it was crazy, but had to be done and that was that.
But with him gone my high life came down to a low. I was broke. My education was fine because I may be a bit lazy when it comes to working, but I was a fucking wiz! When you mix high education with knowing the streets, the only thing that can stop you is a deadly disease or a hateful fucker with a deadly weapon.
But you know a woman like me doesn't stay down for long, after Marcus came older men, not too much older, late twenties and early thirties. The oldest I have mixed myself with is thirty-seven. He was nice, three children and a wife at home, but he was still nice to me.
After a year and a half of playing "the other woman" I talked him into staying with his family and got a nice little vacation and a nest egg to live off of through most of my college years. Things worked out for everyone and once again I was on the prowl.
And that's when I met him; Alex has to be my favorite by far. Blue eyes, dark brown hair, I tell you even though we were a mixed couple we were great together, we both have been in mixed relationships so we knew about the cruel things people can say, but we were both mature enough to ignore it and chuck it up as ignorant behavior.
Alex and I been through so much, I was there for him before and after his divorce, through the death of his father and I was even their for his oldest son's graduation. Yes I met his children…I was his assistant for a month.
Yes, I worked for a MONTH just to get this guy and will do it again if needed. I mean I have "worked" before, but it was only enough to get by, assistance here and there. I almost worked myself up to a very high position, but why bother? I can have a man who can work his ass off for me and I can be lying back and enjoying the ride.
By all means though, working for Alex didn't go in vain because I got what I wanted and that was Alex. With my education he hired me on the spot and after a week of me working their, business was left on the back burner and pleasure was everything.
Of course after awhile things got old, he became too attached and I had to let him go and move on to bigger and better things.
But back to right now at the age of twenty-four it was time for me to slow down and try to find something more permanent and I think Mr. Colon will be my permanent meal ticket.
"As long as I find a way to get near him." I said to myself while looking at a family portrait of him and his family. He was standing behind a chair his father was sitting in. His mother was sitting in a chair on the left. His brother Edwin was behind their mother and his two sisters where sitting on the floor. All were smiling…hell I would be smiling to if I was silly rich.
"I think theirs a spot for me right in the middle." I said to myself while dropping the picture and going to the Colon Enterprises online page.
