“I noticed how his eyes scanned the streets as he pulled me behind him. At first, I didn’t see the man on the street because he was shielded from view by Luke’s truck. “Hey man, this yo’ truck?” Luke moved in front of me and watched as the young, stocky guy covered in tattoos walked casually around the hood of the truck like he owned it. “That sure is a pretty piece of ass you got behind you. I ain’t seen a bitch that hot in years. How much you charging, baby?” he asked, peaking around Luke to g...et a better view of me. Of course. He thought I was a prostitute. “Not what ya think, man. This is my girl, and since you didn’t know that, I’m gonna let that shit you’re talking slide. Now kick rocks.” Motorcycle President LLC, was hot. VP of Carmical Construction Lucas, was hot. Street Luke? This motherfucker was smoldering. I had to remind myself that we were in public and this was not the best time to jump his bones; especially since I was already being rendered as a whore.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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