by B. , Ivory
Lucky couldn’t believe how much fun she was actually having, and to think she almost didn’t come. Los would have to admit he was really feeling her and enjoying himself as well. His ringing cell phone brought him back to reality as he looked at his IPhone screen. The dilemma he was facing was staring him dead in the face. Carlos had been stressing ever since Shyanne called claiming she was pregnant. One thing was for sure he wasn’t claiming or acknowledging shit until DNA proved it. She was just a nut, something to get his dick wet, nothing to claim or wear on his arm, that wouldn’t be a good look for a young boss nigga like himself. Nor would her having his baby be a good look. She wasn’t anything he would want to bare his seed, let alone raise his child, especially not a little girl. How could she teach his daughter self respect, self worth, and class if she had none herself? It’s funny how he was thinking about this now when he should’ve thought about it before he piped her. He had no one to blame but himself for this mishap. It was his fault for being attracted to the hoe types, who would freak off anywhere and anyway. His heart literally fell to his toes when he heard the loud snap of the condom while he was dicking her down over a month ago. He screamed for her to run in the shower but he knew that was false hope on all fronts. Now here she was claiming to be pregnant and calling his phone repeatedly on some real stalker shit.
He looked down at Lucky with apologetic eyes. “Give me a minute to take this ma?” “Yeah, okay,” Lucky said slowing her stroll down to a stop. “I’ma step over here, I’ll be right back,” Los assured pinching her cheek playfully before walking down the hall pressing his phone to his ear. She saw his shoulders tense up as he spoke tensely into the phone. For a quick moment she wondered if it were a woman on the other end of the line? Feeling a slight hint of jealousy. She quickly checked herself realizing she had no rights to wonder, he wasn’t her man. Besides if it were a female, at least he was respectable enough to take it out of earshot. Los was seething he honestly wouldn’t have taken the call, but he knew Shyanne would just keep calling. Not to mention he was trying his hardest to confirm her claim of being pregnant. He’d asked her multiple times to let him bring her to his doctor to confirm she was indeed pregnant, but she’d stalled and continuously made excuses leaving him to believe she was on some bullshit.
As Lucky waited she read the upcoming events for the Casino on the wall. Her nostrils were suddenly assaulted by a strong scent of burnt cinnamon, must, alcohol, and stale cigarettes. The smell was overpowering enough to make anyone throw up. “Excuse me, how you doing lil lady?” a voice came from behind. Lucky turned around to find the root of the smell. “Hi,” she said politely while trying to hold her breath. The stranger who stood in front of her had sprayed enough of that stinking ass cologne on himself to give someone a serious headache or heart attack, that combined with the fact he looked and smelled like he’d been sitting in the casino for days without changing his clothes or washing his ass had Lucky repulsed. She was thinking of ways to get rid of him and he hadn’t even said two sentences. “What’s your name beautiful?” “It’s Lucky,” she answered before looking around showing in so many ways she wasn’t interested. “Well god is good; cause today damn sure must be my Lucky day!” Ewww Lucky thought to herself. “How about you give me your num…” “Sorry, I couldn’t do that my boyfriend is right over there,” Lucky said pointing at Carlos who was still very much on the phone but now looking over at them. The dude took one look at Carlos who was now walking towards them and walked away immediately. “Sorry bout that,” Los apologized with his eyes still glued on the dude who just scurried away. “That’s okay,” Lucky said before walking off assuming he was walking beside her, until she felt his strong arms wrap around her from behind pulling her into a bear hug burying his face in the crook of her neck. Her heart raced frantically from his embrace, for some reason his embrace felt so right. God this man smell so good. “Your boyfriend ha? Let me find out ma, next thing I know I’ll be your fiancé, then husband without even knowing it,” he said with a light chuckle. Oh shit he heard me. Lucky spun around quickly to try and explain away. “No. I only said that so…” “Nah, I like the sound of that,” Los said in a low baritone peering down into her eyes, with his chest pressed against hers. Heat rose from Lucky’s belly all the way to her face and parts of her body she wasn’t yet familiar with awoke. She looked away hoping and praying he hadn’t noticed how nervous she was. Carlos picked up on how tense she had become so he backed up to put some space between them. Without another word they continued walking taking a scenic tour of the casino, Lucky’s nerves finally began to settle a bit.
“Can I ask you a few questions?” Lucky asked with a slight smile. “Awe man, should I have my lawyer present? You about to question a nigga like we on The First 48?” Los said with a slight smile. Lucky smiled a little, shaking her head no. “I’m going to keep it light. Promise.” “A’ight ask away.” “How tall are you?” Lucky asked genuinely interested looking up at him. “6’1.” “Okay, How old?” “24.” “And last but not least, what cologne do you have on?” Los looked down at her with a sexy smirk. “La Nuit.” Lucky crinkled her brow before saying, “Never heard of it.” “It’s by YSL.” “Oh, now that wasn’t so bad right?” “Nah, not at all,” Los admitted.
They took the escalator to the second floor of the casino where they passed by multiple shops. Lucky’s eyes seemed to zero in on a sequin strapless mini dress in natural colors of brown. Los took one look at the dress and knew her body would look amazing in it. “You like it?” “Yeah it’s really cute,” Lucky responded wondering how much the dress would be in this casino? Where the price for just about everything was inflated. Los said absolutely nothing before taking her by the hand and pulling her into the store.
An older white woman spotted the couple walking in. The first thing she noticed was Lucky then her eyes settled on Los. His jewels, diamond chain, diamond bracelet and big faced Rolex on his wrist with multi colored diamonds in the bezel said everything he didn’t say, he was money! She should know she had enough ice on her fingers to keep an Eskimo cold. And she’d been married enough times to wealthy men to spot one, hence all the ice on her fingers.
“Well hello! Welcome to our boutique. How is it that I can help you?” “That dress in the window, we want it,” Carlos stated bluntly. You could tell he was used to calling shots and getting what he wanted. “Well alrighty, let’s see you’re about a 4-6” the woman stated more than questioned. She had a knack for looking at women and guessing their sizes. Lucky was small framed but shapely. “Yes,” Lucky shook her head in confirmation trying her hardest not to stare at the woman’s face that had been stretched to the point of looking tight and shiny. She had better lay off the plastic surgery, real talk. “Okay, in that dress I think you would be about a 2, it runs sorta big. Why don’t you follow me to a fitting room over here and we can get you all set up. And sir please have a seat in one of these plush chairs here. Would you like any refreshments?” Carlos shook his head no as he sat in a cushioned floral wing back chair that faced the fitting rooms. Lucky was whisked away to try on the dress that he couldn’t wait to see her in.
Nearly 6 minutes later Lucky walked slowly out of the fitting room, tugging at the bottom of the short dress that fit her body like a glove. Carlos was looking down at his phone when he heard Lucky clear her throat. He looked up and was taken aback for a second. The dress had her firm perfect sized C-cups sitting up just right. Her small waist emphasized her hips that protruded slightly and when she turned around slowly to give him a back view of the dress, his eyes widened as he licked his lips sexily. Lucky was aware she didn’t have the biggest donk in the world. No, ass injections or fake cakes to make her look disproportionate or ridiculous. But, the amount of lunges with free weights, squats and incline walking on treadmills ensured her an ass that was plump and firm. She looked over her shoulder with her back still facing him, biting her bottom lip, feeling a little shy from Los’s intense stare. Los shifted slightly in his chair
trying to make room for his growing third leg. “We’ll take it,” Los said with his eyes glued to Lucky’s body. “Oh that’s marvelous! And sir let me tell you we have the perfect, perfect shoes to go with that dress.” She looked down at Lucky’s feet “Your about a size 7?” “Yes. 7 or 7 ½, it depends on the shoe,” Lucky responded while looking down at the price tag of the dress. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “Oh no! Carlos I don’t want this dress its way too much, its $499.98.” Carlos looked totally unfazed; as a matter of fact he didn’t bat an eye. The sales woman came running out of the back with four different boxes of shoes. Los smirked, hustle recognized hustle. Ole girl was trying to get her money up off commission, he wasn’t mad at her.
“Here are the shoes I was telling you about sir. They would look fabulous with this dress,” she said addressing Los and totally ignoring Lucky. Lucky cut her eyes at the sales woman. This wasn’t her first time addressing him, the money man and not Lucky the one who was actually going to wear the shit. The sales woman took the open toe 4 ½ inch heels out and Lucky who had a shoe fetish had to admit the shoes were bad. “You like em?” Los asked. Lucky’s stalled response told him that she did. The sales woman passed them to Lucky who slipped the shoes on with the dress. Lucky’s legs seemed to stretch on for days and her ass sat up even higher and firmer with the heels on. Los bobbed his head up and down appreciatively “I’ll take them too.” “Great!” The sales woman exclaimed.
Lucky returned to the fitting room to change back into her clothes when she overheard the sales woman starting some shit. “We got some new pieces in just a few days ago that I know she would look absolutely stunning in. “Oh yeah, bring em out,” Los said. “That old bitch,” Lucky spat under her breath.
Ten minutes later Lucky looked around the fitting room and couldn’t believe the amount of clothes she had to try on. Jeans, blouses that could either be worn to work or a night out on the town with the girls. Pencil skirts and graphic tees that were over priced to say the least. A couple of her stand out items was the Prada pumps with the spiked heels. Color block bandage pencil skirt, two pairs of Just Cavalli jeans and a few blouses that she adored. Everything else she would’ve passed up on for the simple fact she felt bad spending someone else’s money like this. But Los insisted damn near demanded she get any and everything that he thought looked good on her body. It seemed as if he got a kick out of having Lucky be his very own personal Barbie doll as she tried on different outfits for him. When it was all said and done the rest of the sales associates had even got in on the action helping box and bag up Lucky’s items at the register.
Lucky’s eyes blinked rapidly as she looked back at the total amount jumping off the cash register in neon green. She didn’t care what anyone said she was not going to spend $5,128.64 of this man’s money that she barely knew. Lucky was all into fashion, she loved to dress, and look good. Being she was a young chick with a decent paying job and no kids, she had the tendency of spoiling herself with designer clothes, handbags and shoes, with her own money that is. She didn’t feel right spending someone else’s money in excess.
Los watched on with amusement as Lucky became damn near confrontational about him spending money on her. “Oh my god Carlos no! Take some of this stuff off. I don’t need all of this really,” Lucky said frantically digging in her Gucci purse and coming up with a credit card. “Let me at least pay for half...” “Yo, put ya purse away. Your money no good with me. I’m coppin this stuff because I want you to have it,” Los stated firmly. His position seemed firm from the look on his face as he dug for his wallet in his back pocket and came up with a black card. Lucky huffed, crossed her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes at the fake ass Liz Taylor who she felt was to blame. The sales woman didn’t take offense to the nasty look, she smirked while swiping the exclusive Visa Black Card through the machine thinking of the hefty commission she just made. You’ll learn sweetheart. If a man got it, you better spend it, before he trades you in for a younger more improved version.
Los looked at Lucky and wanted to laugh as he caught the slight attitude coming from her. This was a first of many for him. It was his first time playing sponsor to this magnitude for a chick he just met. And it was a first time he ever had a chick refuse to spend his money. That was an oddity, usually chicks couldn’t wait to try and get him to spend stacks on them. What was even crazier was the fact he wasn’t even trying to insinuate sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, shit what man wouldn’t? It was the simple fact he knew he couldn’t play her like a nut. You could tell by talking to her for 5 minutes she wasn’t that type. This fact alone was cause enough to make Los pause. Usually if a bitch aint fuck on the first night she didn’t meet his deadline. He had no time for games and waiting, but for some odd reason he didn’t feel the same way about Lucky.
The sales associates worked together to consolidate the clothing and shoes in five bags total. “Sir would you like me to call guest services to assist you with bringing your purchases to your vehicle?” the sales woman asked picking up the phone by the register. “Nah, we’ll manage,” Los said looking down at a text he just received from Nice who wanted to know if they were ready? Los shot him a quick text telling him yes, they would meet them at the main entrance. After clipping his phone back on its clip he grabbed four of the bags two in each hand. Before he could even take two steps Lucky reached over and tugged a bag from his fingers so he wouldn’t have to carry so much. Their eyes locked and she pursed her lips together to stifle a smile that wanted to spread on her lips badly. He chuckled and shook his head. “Thank you so much for your business. Oh and one more thing here’s my business card. I slipped one in the shopping bag already but I’ll just give you another one,” the sales woman said running from behind the counter slipping a business card in one of the bags Los was holding. Lucky shook her head, this lady had no shame.
Coming down the escalator Lucky was deep in a hearty laugh at a joke Los made about the sales woman in the boutique, when her eyes fell on her cousin who was standing at the landing eyeballing her with attitude. Lucky took her cousin’s appearance in, Nona’s luscious bob was now in a ponytail, most likely from being sweated out, and her clothes looked a little disheveled. Nona was pissed the fuck off, here she was the one who put this bitch on and it looked as if she were the one who came up with the short end of the stick. Nice had broke her off with 2g’s which she spent 500 of that on gambling with the hopes of recouping the money she lost from him but that never happened. They got a room, she put down some head good enough to make a gay man question his sexuality, and then the bastard didn’t even hit the pussy. Nope, after slipping her sabotaged condom on, he fucked her in the ass busted a nut and fell off to sleep. So here she was feeling slight pains in her ass, no shopping spree to the outlets, because by now they were closed. Hungry and pissed as shit. To add fuel to the fire she had to see Miss Princess be the one to come up off this whole trip.
