Page 20 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“Stevie is a little bit out there,” Jeffie agreed with Landon.

“Well, she can be a bit out in that grave when I get my hands on all of them muthafuckas… Get the jet fueled and go with Duke to bring them to me.”

“You’re not going?” Don questioned.

Jeffie snickered. “You know he don’t take spontaneous trips. He has to know about them well in advance… stupid superstition.” She eased up from the desk and walked toward the door.

“You right. I ain’t lived with this nigga in so long that I forgot some shit.” He went back to doing whatever on the computer, and I sat back down in my chair.

“Mens, you cannot kill Skyler’s cousin.”

“Don’t think I asked you, Jeffie,” I replied, snatching my newspaper, then tossing it across the room. “Fucking stealing from me… I give them fucking everything… and they stealing from me!” I roared, pissed.

“Greed.” Jeffie folded her arms, probably feeling lonely since she wasn’t holding that damn iPad in her hands.

“They spending big money, too… hacked into her bank account. Willshire Bahamas… sheesh,” Don whistled as he was scrolling through what I assumed was her transactions. “Dior, Gucci, Prada… bitch has expensive taste.”

I was becoming more angrier by the second. “I’ll go and get everything set for the jet… remember you cannot kill her, Mens.”

She gave me that look on her way out and I ignored her ass. “Why the fuck you still here?” I grumbled and left out the room.

“First you mad I didn’t show up, now you throwing me out,” Don smacked on my macaroons while I headed down the hall to go into the bottom level to my gym.

My blood was boiling and only one thing could control the feeling I got when my blood was hot.

Running on the treadmill until I felt like I was going to fucking vomit.

Stevie

“Stevie,I thought you cut things off with him? Ever since your last date with him,” Priscilla looked over my shoulder, as she plopped in the chair across from me with a plate filled with food. “What did happen on that date?”

We were in a lounge at the airport waiting to board our flight. I was still shocked that I was going on a trip, and we were flying first class. I had never been in an airport lounge in my life.

This was how the other half lived because who filled up on all this food before a flight?

Rich people, that’s who.

I looked at the string of text messages that Cornell had been sending me. He was worried that I was going to air him out on social media. He didn’t care that he tried to take advantage of me.Nellwas worried that me speaking out would get him kicked off tour with Zay.

If Zay knew he had a creep in his camp, he would for sure make sure he was good as gone. Nothing but positive things surrounded Zay and his career, aside from the beef with his ex-fiancée.

Priscilla was stuffing her face with crab bites as she waited for me to answer. “He’s been reaching out to me. Tryingto apologize because he had taken something that night…he’s trying to save face because his best friend is cousins with Zay.”

Priscilla screwed her face up. “Even more reason to cut him off. He’s not even direct friends with Zay, and he’s being weird with you like he’s important.” She looked truly disgusted.

“Yeah.”

Priscilla polished off the rest of her crab bites and then wiped her mouth. “Girl, we’re about to be on a resort toasting to the good life and you are over here being depressed. Leave Cornell and his weirdness alone. What you need to do is be messing with these get money niggas.”

“I don’t want to mess with any kind of man right now. The experience has been a zero out of ten starts.”

Priscilla checked her phone. “You just haven’t met the right one. I guess I can say the same thing, too.”

“Um, isn’t your boyfriend the whole reason we’re going on this trip?” I questioned as I took a sip of my cucumber water.

Priscilla dramatically pulled her head back while letting out this rich bitch laugh. “Stevie, you need to realize every man ain’t meant to be your boyfriend. I play the game like these men play it, and he probably has other hoes… he’s gonna fly in, so I may be with him, too.”

I didn’t care if she told me she was going to swim with the pigs. As long as I had a drink, my current read of the month, and sun, I didn’t care what Priscilla did with her time.

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