Mature Scene Ahead**
Roman brought me to one of those Boujee hotel about 3o minutes away from the community I resided in. Thankfully, my instincts weren't screaming at me that I was a dumb b***h just yet.
The interior of his car was clean, which was expected. Men loved their cars. The leather seats felt cool under my thighs as the Ac blew throughout the vehicle.
Roman drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick, just how I liked it.
When we arrived, he told me to wait in the car, then proceeded to open up the door for me. I pretend not to be surprised, as if men did this for me all of the time when in truth, they didn't. As long as you were a 'prostitue' in most of their eyes, you were going to be treated like one. It didn't bother me, but seeing Roman do it had me a
