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stripped out of my clothes, leaving them on my bedroom floor. I turned on my heels to go back in my bathroom when my house phone started ringing.
    “Hello?” I answered, walking towards my bathroom. I lowered myself into the steamy bath water, trying to get comfortable.
    “Did you like the flowers?” his deep voice asked through the phone. His voice was raspy, but sensual at the same time.
    “Yes, I did like my flowers, but I’m starting to believe you’re a stalker. First, you get my address to send me flowers, then you somehow get my bank account number to send me money, and now you have my home phone number.” I had to stay calm because I didn’t know if he was a lunatic or not. For all I know, he could be sitting outside my house.
    “Baby, there is no need for me to be a stalker because a nigga like me got a flock of bitches ready and willing to do anything I need them to.”
    “Oh really?” I said, feeling a twinge of jealousy. “Why don’t you go keep one of your bitches company and get off my phone.” Something about him saying he had other women bothered me.
    “Calm down, Laci. No need to be jealous because we aren’t even together. Like I said, this is all business between us.”
    “Okay.”
    “I just wanted to call you and make sure you liked your flowers.” I could hear a laugh in his voice.
    “Then you could have called my office phone and left a message.”
    “I don’t do messages, plus calling your house phone is more intimate. I can bet the only people who have your house number are immediate family.”
    “You are absolutely right. Calling my house phone is more intimate, and intimate we are not. Anything else you need concerning business, you can reach me at my office.” I hung up the phone feeling pissed off.
    Bryce was so confusing. I may not have been into dating, but I knew when someone was flirting with me. He would flirt with me, then throw it in my face that we only had business together. I didn’t even want to have business with him, but I didn’t have much of a choice since he put it in my bank account. I was going to keep him at arm’s length because I still felt he was borderline crazy.

Chapter 4: Gunz
    “Bruh, you better leave that girl alone before she call them boys on your ass. You probably got her scared to leave her fucking house and shit.” Jinx laughed.
    Jinx and I were chilling playing 2k14 in his crib, when I decided to call Laci and fuck with her a little bit. I got the money back from her untouched the next day and knew I had to come harder. I had Jinx look up her bank account information. Jinx was so good; I even found out her favorite flower and where I could order it from. I wasn’t a stalker or no shit; Laci was just worth all the effort I was putting in.
    Laci was real stuck up, but I could read her ass like a book. I said that shit about having a whole bunch of chicks just to get under skin. I needed her to know that I had options, so the time and energy I was putting into her meant something. The whole ‘it’s business thing between us’ was to see if she would admit her true feelings. Her body language and aura screamed she wanted these eleven inches, but her mouth always said something different. I was waiting for her to let it be known she wanted more than business with me.
    “Laci ain’t gonna call them boys because she’s intrigued by a nigga. Her bougie ass just doesn’t want to admit it. It’s cool though because I’ma gonna have her ass climbing the walls real soon.”
    “You bugging, my nigga. But, I’m going to let you do what you need to do because you don’t listen to anyone anyway.”
    “I’m glad you know, baby bruh,” I chuckled.
    You damn right I didn’t listen to what anyone else had to say because a nigga was a grown ass man. I never acted without thinking about the consequences. Every movement I made was calculated, including Laci.
    “Roll with me to Temptations. I met a shawty earlier today.”
    “That Jamaican

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