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door. “I guess you’re gonna be my eye candy for the night, too.” He smiled.
    â€œWhy not? You paid for it!” She snickered, throwing her arm up under his while they walked into the building.
    Valet parking attendants took a minute to get her car out of the way. Everybody stopped to watch Falisha walk away, and it was worth all of the horns being blown by people who were trying to get their cars parked.
    Lamar had the entire night planned for them, starting with dinner at an upscale restaurant inside the hotel, then a comedy show, and then on to the grand finale. “Check dis out,” he said, stopping her before they got all the way into the restaurant. “Tonight, all the friendship shit is out the door. Even if it’s only for this one night, you’re considered to be my wife for the night. You got me?” he asked, grabbing a hold of her waist.
    Falisha looked up at him, threw her arms around his neck, and then leaned in to kiss him.
    Her lips were so soft and tasted so sweet that Lamar’s dick started to get hard. He pulled back and just looked into her brown eyes for a moment.
    â€œYes, I understand, honey.” She smiled before leading him though the double doors.
    Dinner was good, and the comedy show was even better. Lamar and Falisha talked about everything, and found out they had more in common than what they knew. Falisha had to be honest and admit that she was having a ball. She had been out on a lot of dates recently, but never really had this much fun. That was the difference between ballers and the average nigga on the streets. Ballers let their money do all of the talking. As long as they got the baddest bitch in the hood riding shotgun and could fuck whenever they wanted, it was cool. But with an average nigga, he couldn’t afford to let his money do the talking. He actually had to do all of the talking himself.
    â€œThese shoes is killing my feet,” Falisha said, walking up behind Lamar while he was at the craps table. “Can we go upstairs now?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist.
    â€œYeah, we can go,” he said in a soft voice, then turned around to face her.
    After cashing in his chips, Lamar and Falisha made their way up to the room. This was the part of the night they both were waiting for and hoping that it ended even better than how the night had started off.
    â€œWait right here for a second,” Lamar said, stopping Falisha at the suite’s door.
    She stood off to the side while Lamar went inside. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he opened the door. He grabbed her by the hand and led her into the Presidential suite.
    Falisha looked around in awe at the many candles that lit up the room, and the rose petals covering the bed and floor. She laughed, not at Lamar but at how beautiful the room looked. She saw stuff like this happen on TV, but never did she experience it for herself. “What are you doin’, Lamar?” she asked while shaking her head.
    â€œNothing. I am just tryin’ to show you something different,” he said, leading her to the bathroom.
    The bathroom was candlelit as well. Warm water was pouring into the Jacuzzi, and a bottle of Moscato sat in a bucket of ice next to the tub. It was breathtaking. This was definitely something new for Falisha. The hustlers she was used to messing with never took the time out to do anything like this.
    â€œGo ahead and get you some ‘me time’ for about a half hour. I’ma hit the shower and wait for you out here,” Lamar said, walking over to the shower.
    He was done with his shower in fifteen minutes, and had been waiting for Falisha to come out of the bathroom. When she finally did, she walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her body.
    Lamar was standing by the entertainment system in nothing but a pair of boxers. His body was ripped to the core, and it looked sexy, especially with the many tattoos he had on his