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Condominiums in Midtown. 222 12th St., Unit 1802.” No more than fifteen minutes later, security was calling to inform Deion that Paris had arrived and was on her way up. Deion opened the door naked and wasted no time letting Paris know what he wanted. “Get on your knees.”
    “Shouldn’t you be giving me something first?”
    “I’m good for it. Get on your knees.”
    “I need the money first.”
    Without saying a word, Deion walked toward his bedroom and Paris was right behind him. There were a few thousands of dollars on the dresser. When Paris noticed the money, she stripped down immediately. Deion pointed to the dresser and said, “Count out a couple of thousand dollars.”
    Paris was surprised with the amount. She wasn’t expecting Deion to pay her that much for sex.
    “What’s up with your girl?” Deion asked, as he went over to his dresser drawer to get a condom.
    “What girl?”
    “Passion.”
    Paris counted 20 one hundred-dollar bills. She put the bills in the pocket of her jeans that were lying on the floor then jumped up on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chin.  “I don’t really know her like that. I mean we cool, but I don’t know much about her except she from Alabama,” Paris revealed.
    “Really?” he nodded his head.
    “And somebody is takin’ care of her, perhaps a sugar daddy,” Paris continued, putting her hand on her hip.
    “How do you know all of that?”
    “Instagram tells it all?”
    “Instagram?”
    “Yeah, you know, the photo sharing app.”
    “Yeah, I got an account with about 20 followers.”
    “What’s your name? I’ll follow you.”
    “I don’t remember it. I don’t be on there like that.”
    “Well my name is ITParis, if you want to follow me.”
    “Got you,” Deion said, sitting down on the bed. He was ready for Paris to suck his dick, so he could then fuck her and get her out of his crib. She placed her lips on his manhood and she could feel him rise in her mouth. Paris was anxious to put in work and earn her two stacks, with the hope this would be the first of many more sex sessions.
    Chapter 8
    Nothing Is Stopping You
    When Deion and 2Glocks arrived to meet Jose, who lived in a very affluent part of Atlanta, Deion wasn’t sure what to expect. Jose had asked 2Glocks to come alone, but Deion let it be known that there was no way in hell he was going to let 2Glocks, or anybody else for that matter, leave with a hundred thousand dollars that belonged to him.
    “Please, have a seat,” Jose said, after introducing himself. He was a rather tall Mexican and spoke very good English. They shook hands and Jose told Deion to take a seat in the living room while he and 2Glocks discussed business.  Deion sat in the living room but had his handgun in his waist. He wanted the business transaction to go smoothly but was prepared for combat, just in case. Deion had no intentions of letting anybody leave this house alive if somebody tried to take his money.
    A well-built young Mexican dude with a red headband passed through the living room. Deion noticed how muscular his upper body was, as opposed to his legs. He figured the man had been incarcerated. A huge upper body and bony legs usually meant the person had been on that prison workout plan. Deion placed his hand on his gun that was resting on his waist. He kept his eyes on Muscles. The man smiled and waved before heading back into one of the back rooms. While Jose and 2Glocks were discussing business Deion decided to text Passion.
    Deion: What up
    Passion: Hey
    Deion: Do you know who this is?
    Passion: I don’t.
    Deion: You sold me your phone number.
    Passion: Oh what’s up boo. :-)
    Deion: You act like you happy to hear from me.
    Passion: Maybe just a lil, LOL
    Deion thought this chick had way too much game. There was no way she could be happy to hear from him. They’d barely spoken last night and she wouldn’t have remembered him if he hadn’t given her the money. But he decided to play along.
    Deion: