On Sight

Irresistible

She couldn't lie to herself. Although she Irresistible ook up into those eyes of his.

He was built nice. Muscular frame. Broad shoulders.

He had on a V neck fitted white tee. The thicker material though. The cotton ones. The ones when you hug a nigga and for a brief moment you feel like your head is laying on a nice pillow.

A pillow of softness mixed with firm chest. Long torso. Lean muscle. He looked so tall and solid.

I could climb that tree. She thought. She wasn't a skinny girl but he seemed liked those big hands could easily support all of her.

All of her as she bounced up and down on that d**k. I bet it's big. She licked her lips and took a deep breath.

Oh Lord! She was getting carried away.

But he smelled good too. She didn't get too close. But she caught a nice whiff.

His smile was magnetic. She swear she felt a small shock when they shook hands.

But she was going to ignore all these feelings. They never came out good unfortunately. Sometimes but not recently.

I'm not gonna even let myself go there. Maybe we could be friends at least.

She was honestly glad he seemed to be younger. It made it easier to just admire the goods but don't touch.

He would never know she was attracted to him if she didn't act like it.

He wouldn't get the wrong idea.

Yea I don't mind. Where? Let me Google the address?

He dropped his location. He was at his little townhouse he kept when he came into the city.

He owned the whole property and 3 others in the same area.

This spot he used as his personal space.

He had 7 houses in the area that he used as trap houses. Like he said. He only dealt with drugs illegally nowadays.

It was just a consistent hustle that brought in a good amount of money.

He wasn't sellng no damn dime bags of weed though. He was moving weight. He was basically the middle man.

He had a good connect . Made him able to sell to the local drug dealers. He provided the houses also. It made it easier to keep track of the drugs. Made him able to monitor activity.

The dudes who ran the trap didn't even know he was the one they were renting from. Just thought he was the plug. Hustle economics. And he was a master mind.

He would only be looked at as the owner of the properties. No one should be able to connect the dots.

He had few who worked with him personally. They were his face during all drug transactions.

And all his properties. Illegal and legitimate had property managers who oversaw day to day business. Only the ones over the trap houses knew about the illegal activities.

But they were paid on the payroll like regular employees. With cash kick backs. No one would get suspicious.

He was just known in the streets as Jordan the Rapper, who sold the good weed.

That was his own personal hustle. Really he smoked it. But provided it to a select clientele.

Kept money in his pockets when he would come to the city.

Jordan really lived about an hour out of town. In a small country town.

He had a huge house built there with with a lot of land. With cattle and horses. A big field of corn and cotton. Yea ya boy was into agriculture.

He was able to live out there peacefully too. Seldomly even showing his face in town.

He had some ranch hands to run the grounds and maintain the animals. And he just relaxed and enjoyed his house.

A 6 bed room, 4 bath ranch style house. With a huge modern kitchen.

A game room with arcades and the newest gaming systems. An indoor pool with a waterfall slide. He loved the water and to swim.

His favorite part of the house was the patio/ deck that wrapped around the entire house. Each room had double doors that opened out into it.

He loved sitting out there enjoying a movie on his outside movie projector. Like a drive in movie theater but smaller. More personal.

His own sanctuary. In the middle of nowhere. With no one to bother him. He liked it like that. But he was lonely now he had to admit.

OK not lonely but he wanted somebody to share it with.

His mother wasn't here to see what he had accomplished. He was never able to make her proud.

He wouldn't get down. He was proud of himself. But he longed for a woman to look at him with admiration for his true self.

Most these hoes only saw money and the flashy things. That's why he never let these hoes get to close. No b***h had ever laid their head in his house till this day.

First off he didn't trust them and secondly these shallow hoes never made it that far. Most didn't even make it through the night.

He didn't even really f**k these hoes. He let them such his d**k and he dashed.

But something about Jass made him wanted to show her. He wanted to see her eyes light up at his accomplishments. He wanted to share everything with her.

But he still had to see if she passed the test.

Would she like him just for him and his personality. Of course his good looks. He thought with a sly smirk.

Even if she failed and was a true good digger, he couldn't lie. He would still want her in his life. He would still make her number one.

He would play his cards accordingly. See where her head was. And he would lead her to change if she really was some chicken head thot.

But God please don't let that be the case. He had to pray.

Please don't let that spark I felt when we touched just be lust. Or just a lie.

His heart never beat like that before. He knew she had to be special.

She had to be smart too. She was a teacher. He always had this teacher fantasy. But would she be down for role play.

She might not even be down for regular play. Naw she would. Who could resist him right?

Hey I'm about 5 minutes away. She texted.

Ok it was go time