Page 25 of Krash & Bern

“How long do you have to stay in the section?” she asked as she slid her hand under my shirt and rubbed my abs gently.

“We can head out right now. I don’t take women to my crib, so we can either go to yours or hit up a hotel. Your choice.”

“I’m cool with a hotel.”

“Got you.”

I looked around until I’d made eye contact with Gary. I gave him thelook,and he nodded. Once I’d spoken to my guys, I slipped out of the section and made my way to the all-black SUV in the back parking lot. The driver waited for me with his phone in his hand while he leaned against the front of the vehicle.

I was a millionaire with a chauffeur. My home was ducked off in the outskirts of Houston. I had a personal chef, a cleaning crew, and everything else at my disposal. I could eat cereal in a gold-plated bowl imported from China if I wanted to.

I had my own floor in the most expensive hotel in Houston. I had my own entrance into the hotel too. Wealth was power in America, and I had a lot of pull in the city I was born and survived in—because I couldn’t say I wasraisedby anyone.

Like always, I checked her most recent test results, pulled on the condom, and let her ride my dick like her rent was due. Lola’s ass moved like waves in the ocean. Her ass clapped with each thrust I put into her. She had a nigga ready to tap out by the suction on her pussy. I never double dipped, but she had a nigga ready to take her number. Once we’d both nutted, I cleaned us up, flushed the condom, and pulled my clothes back on.

“You can stay and order whatever you want from room service. Money is good. All I ask is you be out before checkout at eleven,” I explained. I pulled my shirt over my head and slid my hands through the sleeves.

“You don’t do cuddles?” she asked as she turned to lie on her stomach.

“Nah. Cuddling’s the first step to catching feelings. I can’t afford to catch feelings right now.”

“You’re almost thirty, Krash. Don’t you want to settle down and build a foundation for kids and a couple pets in the future?”

I scoffed. “No offense, but I ain’t trying to build shit with a bitch I met in the section of a club. That’s not the type of woman I see myself making babies with.”

These rap niggas had these club women thinking every rich nigga wanted a BBL baddie to settle down with. I’d seen too many rich men fall victim to the gold digger, child support gremlins. They wanted a rich man to pay them enough money in child support to sponsor a rich bitch lifestyle. That wasn’t my scene.

“None taken. I guess men in your tax bracket have to be selective with the women they let into their lives. Everyone might have a hidden agenda.”

“Exactly. My thing is, I just want to bust a nut. When I’m ready to settle down, I’ll put myself in situations where I know the type of woman I want to be with will be at.”

She nodded. “Well, thank you for tonight. You probably don’t do second times, but if you ever want to hit me up again, I’m just a text away.”

“Fa sho. Shoot me a DM with your number. I’ll have my manager keep an eye out for it.”

“You could literally save my number right now.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I smirked as I tossed her a head nod and made my way out of the hotel room.

I hadn’t been in a serious relationship since Bernice. She was the one that got away, and I didn’t have the energy or time to look for her replacement. Plus, the women loved an eligible bachelor. My fanbase was mostly women wanting to become the next Mrs. Krash Williams.

After my night out, I ordered an Uber for my driver and drove myself back to my crib. When I pulled into the stoned driveway of my mansion, my lips turned into a deep frown at the sight of my front door ajar. I called Gary immediately.

“Hello?” he answered on the second ring.

“Call the cops. I’m about to go to jail because niggas thought it was a smart idea to break into my house.”

“What? Krash, what the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know. I came back from the hotel, and my front door was open. I haven’t gone inside yet because I know if niggas still in my shit, I’m going to commit murder.”

“Don’t do that. I’m about to get the fellas, and we’re headed your way. Please don’t risk your career or freedom.”

“Man, Texas is a stand your ground state. If niggas broke into my shit, I have every right to defend me and my property. I’m going in.”

I hung up and left the car. I stomped up the large staircase to the front door. I pushed open the door and turned on the lights.

Devastation wrapped around me like a thick blanket. They’d ransacked my home. All my valuables were in the downstairs safe, so that was my first stop. Luckily, the safe was made of two-ton impenetrable steel, so all my important papers, jewelry, and keepsakes were untouched. Relief washed over me.

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