Frankie.” Sera is still calling after me.”
“Stay here.” I tell her and run after Stone who is really fast. I feel the need to protect him so I won’t let the mob hurt him.“What the hell Stone?” I shout after him.“Fuck! Just go away.” He shouts still running. I’m now closing in on him.“No way.” I grab his hand when I catch up with him. “Follow me.” I run towards an abandoned alley with him trailing behind me.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask once I’m sure no one is following us.“Needed some cash tomboy. The lady was careless with her phone and I had to take it.”We are now leaning against the wall, breathing fast.“So you are going to sell it?”“Yap. That’s what we do.” He says and looks at the distant.“You need to stop this.”“You ain’t my momma.” He snaps.“I have saved your ass you fucker. You should be grateful.” I snap back at him.“Thank you but I don’t need you to take care of me.”“You do.” I take my cap off and hand it to him. “Here. You will be less noticeable.”“I’m good.” He snaps taking a long look at the cap.“Just put the damn cap on.” I shrug off my jacket and hand it to him. “This too.”He shrugs and puts it on, getting rid of his own.“Why are you this good to me?”“Because you remind me of my brother.”“Of your brother?”“Yeah. He ran to the streets when we were young. Haven’t set my eyes on him ever since.”“He will come to you at the right time.”“I hope so.” I give him a smile. “ why did you run away in the morning?”“I didn’t want to burden you.”“I’m good with you staying at my place. I am.”“Okay.”“You are taking my offer?”“Yeah I…” he looks at me. “Yeah.”“I’m Frankie.” I give him a smile.“Cool.”“Are you okay going to the house alone? I have something I need to take care if.”“Sure. Where are the keys?”“Under the flower pot. You remember the place?”“Very well.”“See you at home. Will be there with supper.” I give him a pat on the back and walk away. I don’t hug. I’m not used to that.Something is on my mind and I’m going to sort it. I dig out the piece of paper and look at the number and address.I’m going to see him. He will pay me and I can get some money for stone and I. Even for a day. The fifty dollar change he gave me is not enough. I will have to take more from him and get food. It’s just once and I will be done. After all, Sera promised me a well-paying job.I walk back into Lex and walk straight to Sera.“Why did you run off like that?”“Had to take care of something. Can you do the rest of the shift? There is a problem.”“I got you covered.”I walk to the changing room and take off my apron. I hung it on the hook and take my backpack. Strapping it on my back, I walk out of Lex to look for the 'god' .He better be worth it. I don’t want to waste my time and if he decides to walk away without paying me, I will beat him up. I still have my skills from the streets.I look at the paper one more time. I’m nearing the Trust hotel. Not so fancy, not so cheap. I assume he is in the middle class. Struggling like the rest of us. Not really struggling but he is not rich. He is not a billionaire. He is still some broke ass guy who is trying to make ends meet.I step into the hotel and head for the stairs. No one stops me. See what I’m talking about? If it’s a fancy place, security would be all over me.I stop outside room ten and sigh heavily. I knock after few minutes and wait for a while before someone opens the door.The same beautiful eyes from the club meet mine. He is in a baggy t-shirt and some pants which hang loosely down his waist.His hair is tousled, not in a bad way but a cute way, his t-shirt sleeves are folded outlining the biceps on his arms.What do I say? He is simply breathtaking.“Had enough ogling?” He asks leaning against the door.I shake my head at him and walk past him into the room. There is a laptop on the small table in the room and let’s just say the bed is big enough for both of us.“I thought you were supposed to call?” It’s more of a question. He locks the door behind him and leans against it, his foot resting on it. He still looks breathtaking but the asshole part doesn’t change.“You gave me your room number for a reason.” I slump on the bed, my backpack still strapped on my back.“And if I’m not wrong, there is a number written on the piece of paper I gave to you. Can’t you read?”He clearly looks down on me.“No. I can’t. I probably have the wrong room.” I snap and stand up. “I will look for someone who can help me read.” I walk towards the door but he pushes me back until I’m slumped on the bed again.“You came for a reason. Let’s get done with it.” He takes off his shirt making me gasp. His abs are beautifully outlined, which should be a sin and illegal. One can’t look this good. No. No way.“Am I getting your name? You already know I’m Frankie.”“Nope. No names. You are not Frankie to me. You are tomboy to me.” He places a hand on my chest and pushes roughly making me lie on the bed.The hell?This one is wild.“So you ain’t going to tell me your name?”“Nope. This is just fucking not some love-making session. It’s better if you don’t know my name.” he takes his pants off leaving him in only boxer briefs.“Oh!” I place my hands behind my head. This one is tough to crack.“Do you have sex with your clothes on?”“Are you always this way?”“What? With no chills?” he takes a condom from a drawer and smiles. “You bet I am.”“I have never taken my clothes off on my own when banging someone. This is a first.”“There is always a first.”“I’m not yet wet stranger.” I don’t make an attempt to take my clothes off.“Don’t tell me you need the romancing shit.”“Either that or I’m out of here.” I snap at him.”“I came across a wild one.” He smiles and lowers his lips on mine.Geez!Dude can kiss. He is damn good at it and with every kiss, I find myself moaning. He rolls his tongue on mine and cups my tits in his palms making me let out a moan.“Why do you hide this in a jacket?” he takes my top and bra off.“It’s my nature. Anyway, you shouldn’t be asking questions.”“Of course I shouldn’t.” he pulls my jeans and panties off roughly.Okay.He is good at the kissing part but all this roughness? He is so unromantic. I shouldn’t have expected more. It’s just banging and I’m out of here.“Wet now?” the douche asks slipping a finger inside me.“Do you always do this to the women you sleep with?”“I don’t do women tomboy.”“Why? Are you gay?”“Nope. I just don’t date. That’s why you shouldn’t know my name.” he rolls a condom on and aligns himself with my entrance. “Enough with the talking.” He covers my mouth and slams into me, hard.“Fuck!” he groans moving inside me fast. He is rough. So rough such that there is a possibility of getting sore.To top it all, he is big. Bigger than anyone I have been with before. You know what I mean. Big downstairs.I close my eyes and enjoy his groaning and cursing as he increases the speed.“Shit!” he curses and grabs the headboard.“Ah!” I moan as my whole body tenses, making me know that I’m nearing orgasm.“Fuck!” he grips the headboard harder and shuts his eyes as we both find our release.He gives me a kiss and pulls out, lying next to me. He pulls me to him and kisses my hair, something that comes as a surprise. I didn’t expect it.“So tomboy, tell me about yourself.”“I'm not telling you anything.”“You don’t want to or you have nothing to say.”“Both options apply. I don’t know your name so you are not supposed to know anything about me.” I unwrap myself from him and walk to the bathroom to freshen up.“You can’t know my name.” He shouts from the bed.“You can’t know about me either .” I shout back trying to straighten my hair. Damn! It’s hard and doesn’t work. I groan and walk back to the room. His eyes don’t leave mine as I dig out a comb from my backpack.“You amaze me.”“Do I now?”“Very. You have nice hair and a very nice body. Why do you cover it with a cap? Why do you cover your body with these baggy jeans ?” he asks gesturing at my clothes.“Because I want to. Because it’s what satisfies me.” I answer not daring to look at him.“You are one hell of a myst
“Jim?” I widen my eyes moving closer to him.“I’m not Jim. I told you I’m Stone.” He opens his eyes and they are soft, looking at me with confusion written all over them.“You are Jim. You called the name Isa.”“It’s a random name.”“We both know that’s a lie.”“And you are Frankie not Isa.”“My real name is Isa and you are my brother.”“Fuck Isa.” He groans shutting his eyes again.“See? You called me Isa again .”“Yeah.”“Why did you hide that you are Jim from me?”“Because this,” he looks around pointing at himself and the bed. “Is what I don’t want. I don’t want you to take care of me Isa. That’s what you are doing.”“Yeah. Because I want to. No one is forcing me to.” I move closer and take his hands in mine.“When I saw you at Lex, the urge to help you overcrowded me. There was that sudden feeling I got and compared you to Jim. I will help you Jim. My place is small but I’m waiting for another job and we will move to a better place.”“I should be the one doing that Isa. I’m the
I raise my brows at her.“What’s this?” I ask raising the piece of paper.“Was told to give it to you my some gentle man.” “Whom?” I ask looking around. There is no sign of the weirdo so I wonder who it is.Of course I do. He must be hiding somewhere. Otherwise, no one else knows me in this hotel.“He left. I will leave.” She smiles and walks away.“Having secret admirers here?” Sera asks with a grin.“Oh please Sera! With this tomboy look? You think anyone would fall for this?” I chuckle pointing at myself.“Yes. You are so beautiful. You just need to lose the tomboy look and every man will go crazy.”“It’s never going to happen Sera. I love my look so cut it.”“If you say so.” She shrugs. “I don’t mind giving you a make over though.”“I said you should cut it.” I snap at her making her laugh.“Okay. Open it or you will never know who sent that.” She urges me on.“Cool.” I open the paper and catch a whiff of some cologne. It’s a sweet scent and I’m sure it’s some expensive shit.“M
Sera walks to me and props her elbows on the bar counter, giving me a suspicious look. Tim sees it and moves closer.“What?” I ask her rolling my eyes. Can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s like her. She is used to that and hanging out with her makes me do that I guess. Something I shouldn’t be doing. As I said, it’s for the divas like her.“What’s going on?”“With what? Told you we will talk.”“Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?”“He is a guy I know from somewhere.”“Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter.“Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.”“Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”“Just fuck off Tim! If you don’t want me to wring your neck just fuck off!” I snap and look at Sera. “Nothing happened.”“Really? Because he is here and he can’t get his eyes off you. You shou
I wake up feeling like crap. Don’t know why because I slept well last night. I turn on the bed and Jim is still asleep, snoring softly. This warms my heart and I know I will do anything to help him. That’s what mum would want, right?I push the quilt off me and step out of bed with a groan. The distribution starts today and I can’t afford to be late. I’m covering night shift today so it’s no big issue.I walk to the small closet and settle for black jeans and a white crop top. I have to look good today and these are the best clothes I have in my collection. Can I really call it a collection? Nope. I need clothes. Once I get enough money, my life is going to change.I look at myself in the mirror and force a smile. Everything is going to be okay soon. I know that. I can feel that. I owe it to mum to make everything work for Jim and I.I unhook my towel from the door and step out slowly, careful not to wake Jim up. I’m not calling him Stone anymore. He is Jim from now on. I walk into
TREYI swing tomboy's cap in my hands and slump on the bed. I take a long look at it, trying to think of a reason I have it in the first place.How do I describe her? I don’t know much about her but she is reserved. There is something going on in her life and she is trying to mask it with the tomboy look.Even so?She is beautiful. Never seen such a beautiful woman before. No matter what she wears, no matter how baggy her jeans are, how hard she tries to cover her hair, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.Her body?How do I describe it? She has a great body, an awesome figure which drives me crazy when I remember it.The problem is, I haven’t seen her smiling even once. Something is wrong. I’m trying to figure it out but she is rude and arrogant and won’t let me in. Why do I care? What’s happening to me? She was a casual hook up who I shouldn’t be thinking about but here we are again.Same story. Same girl. Same beautiful girl who won’t leave my mind and I can’t do anyt
FRANKIEHe is here.Again. Again? What sort of a game is he playing? Is he supposed to come here every time? I come from my errands and the first person I see is him? I cross my arms on my chest and glare at him. He raises his face and our eyes meet making me scoff in annoyance.“What’s the deal with the dude on that corner?” Ally asks. I don’t like her. She doesn’t like me too so I wonder why she is here talking to me. Her shift is over anyway.“Nothing. Why do you care?”“He was asking about you. Said he would order when you get here. Better solve that shit or I will snitch on you to the manager.”“You wanna go and do that right now? Don’t bullshit me Ally. The customer is always right and what he wants comes first so don’t give me this crap.” I snap glaring at her.She is some snitch. A bitch who everyone hates but our hatred for each other is intense. We didn’t click on the first day and we have never. She knows how much I hate her and I know how much she hates me.“Don’t think
TREYI keep looking at the door expecting someone to knock. Not just anyone but Frankie. I’m sure she is done with her shift but is she really coming? I haven’t slept the whole night waiting for her. No sign at all. I take my phone and scroll down my contacts looking for her number.Shit!I don’t have her number. Why didn’t I think of taking it before? What a waste! I scoff and get out of bed. There is no hope of her coming so I’m leaving this place and not coming back.She has stood me up so why should I care? I gave her one chance. One chance to come see me. One chance to make this right. It would be my go-ahead to keep on seeing her but she has failed me.I walk into the bathroom in frustration trying not to think about her. Why would she do this to me? For the money?No. I shouldn’t bring the money issue here. She wasn’t willing to take it. I forced her to. Even after her not being sure of her coming.I groan and run my hands on my face. What has she done to me? A total stran