Drug Lords and Love - Sex Stories

Drug Lords and Love

... broke." "You're always BROKE!" I shook my head. I sighed. He was right about that. "I haven't had any clients lately." "I'll pay for you?" "Shorty you know I don't like to take things." "Well you need to. You need to accept love and maybe that's why you're so fucked up. Mr. A isn't giving it to you. Maybe it's time you put yourself out there to find it from someone else. Just come out. If you are having a bad time we'll leave. I promise. We'll go hide in a dive bar and we'll let you cry about how complicated your love life is." I sighed. I would have said no. If I hadn't just had to jump out of a window I would have said no. The fact is I did have to jump out of a window. The fact is I wasn't going to keep playing the back burner for a married man. I had to get out there. I had to live my own life. My mother had called me a few times that day but I ignored all of the calls. I wasn't in the mood to even talk to her. God knows that she wanted to vent about her relationship. The thing about my mother and I was that we were both tragic. I got dressed in the apartment that I shared with Penny and Shorty. We had all lived together for about three years. Penny was Shorty's beard. His family didn't know about him and he wanted to keep it that way. Hell I wanted to keep it that way too but he got to Penny first. My mother always wondered why I was living with a guy and his girlfriend. I never really replied. "You want a shot Christian?" Penny asked from the next room. I cut my own ...

... hair. It was my hustle. I couldn't find a job in the economy and it was quick cash. I found myself getting kind of good at it. I didn't know what to wear as I looked through my clothes. Ant would have hated for me to go out looking too good. I couldn't help but texting him at that moment. -GOING OUT...in case you care.- I looked in the mirror after I sent the text to him. He was probably too busy with his goddam wife to notice me. I had gotten used to it. My boyfriend had a wife. This was the lifestyle that I lived. When I looked in the mirror I couldn't tell why he didn't like me. They all called me pretty but but I thought I was more than just a pretty boy. I was handsome. Girls threw themselves over me all the time when I went out. That was a part of the reason that I didn't go out. The guys all wanted to think I was gay because I was too 'pretty' but not gay enough to pull their girls if I wanted to. My phone buzzed. Ant had replied. -Are you kidding me? Since when do you go out- -Is it a big deal? I'm just going to a club.- -Better not be one of those gay boy clubs.- -No. I def not. Lol. Don't act like ur worried anyway. Aren't you home playing the Good husband anyway. Why does it matter if I find a guy?- -...- -What? Can't say anything about that.- -It's not the same.- -Why not?- -I'm fucking with a female. You know you're the only GUY I mess with- I shot off my phone. I wasn't about to deal with this. That was a stupid ass excuse. He just assumed because he was married to ...