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type, remember?” she said in a flirty tone.
    “Not really, but…” Deion was hoping Paris wouldn’t keep pressing the issue, but the truth of the matter was Paris wasn’t cute. Nice body but not cute, which made her fuckable but not much else.
    “Let me dance for you then,” she purred when a Yo Gotti song came on.
    “Go ‘head, give me one dance.” Paris frowned. Deion passed her a one hundred dollar bill and said, “Most of these clowns in here make you work hard for a hundred dollars. I only want one dance.”
    Another girl with some beautiful tits, a petite frame and a nice ass walked passed. Deion stopped Paris and said, “Go and get her. Tell her I want a dance.” Paris looked pissed off until Deion handed her another hundred-dollar bill. Paris trotted away and came back holding the girl’s hand.
    “I’m Passion.” Paris stood behind her. She motioned to Deion thanking him for the money and left.
    Passion had one of those commercial smiles, with pristine white teeth, and her waist was so small Deion thought his fingers could connect around it. “Can I get a dance from you?” Deion asked.
    “Yeah, I’ll give you a dance as soon as I come back,” Passion promised.
    “Where you going?”
    She pointed to the GMC crew that Paris had just been talking about. “They’re spending the money and I gotta go where the money is. I have a son to support.”
    Deion moved in close to Passion, “So how much is it gonna cost me to take you out of the spot for the night?”
    “I don’t think you can afford me, Hon,” Passion said, ready to brush him off.
    “Some of you chicks workin’ tonight is clueless. You obviously don’t know who the fuck you talkin’ to.” Deion removed 50 one hundred dollar bills from his wad of cash.
    She laughed and said, “I see you got a couple of stacks.” She twirled her hair. Deion found her so damn pretty and he wanted her bad as fuck.
    “Five grand right now.”
    “I can dance for you later if you want but I have to go back over there.” She pointed to the other V.I.P. area.
    Deion placed five one hundred dollar bills in her palm and maintained eye contact.  “This is for your phone number.” he said.
    “You wanna buy my phone number?”
    “Yes.”
    “It’s going to take more than that to get my number.”
    “You gotta be kiddin’ me. The nigga you fuckin’ on a regular probably some loser that stay at home all day on PlayStation.”
    “You think so?” Passion asked, not budging.
    “I know how this game goes.” Then he placed five hundred more dollars in her hand and said, “What’s the number?” Passion spit those ten digits so quickly. Deion punched them in his phone. “Call you later.”
    Paris approached the table smiling. “I see what your type is.”
    “You my type,” Deion said.
    “Am I?”
    “Of course you are.”
    “So how much you gone give me?”
    “After the club, call me and let’s meet up,” he said, giving her his number before heading out. As Deion made his way towards the exit, he stopped for a moment when he noticed Passion gyrating seductively for one of the GMC dudes. He felt some kind of way that she was with that nigga instead of leaving the club with him. Right when he was to keep walking, his eyes locked with the dude Passion was dancing for. He nodded his head at Deion and then started smacking Passion’s ass, as if sending Deion a message that he got his bitch. Deion simply nodded his head back at the guy and made a mental notation of dude’s face, knowing they would cross paths again.
    *  *  *
    It was three a.m. and Deion was lying in bed wide awake when his phone rang. “Yo.”
    “Hey, it’s Janay.”
    “Who?”
    “Paris from the club.”
    Deion sat up on the bed. “What’s up, babe?”
    “Trying to see you, daddy.”
    “Come see me then.”
    “You got something for me?”
    “What you want?”
    “You can give me what you gave Passion. And I’ll take care of you.”
    “Come to the Luxe