The Pleasure Trap by Niobia Bryant

Author:Niobia Bryant [Bryant, Niobia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, African American, General, Contemporary Women, Fiction
ISBN: 9780758265333
Google: E7dpAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0758265336
Publisher: Dafina
Published: 2014-10-28T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Quinn

Four Months Later

“Two thousand two hundred and fifty,” Pleasure counted aloud before wrapping a thin rubber band around the wad of mainly singles and five-dollar bills. Dropping that back into the small fireproof safe he kept in his apartment, he then opened his new laptop and logged onto his bank’s website to check the balance in his savings and checking accounts. They totaled over six grand.

He kept his tips from dancing in the safe and the money from his whoring in the bank. Business was good and plenty. Pleasure hadn’t had so much sex ever—and to be paid for it was just icing on the cake.

Pleasure climbed off the bed and crossed the floor with bare feet to look out the window and down into the parking lot where his new cherry-red two-door sports car sat. It was far from new and had well over a hundred thousand miles, but it was all his.

It felt good to give his father back his old Expedition he’d borrowed to drive, pay all his own bills, and have plenty to spoil his parents every now and then. Of course he had them thinking he worked in telemarketing, but other than that they were happy about his new life. They were just glad he visited them often, didn’t ask for money, and was still clean and sober.

Looking over his broad shoulder, he eyed his sobriety calendar. He looked pensive. He hadn’t marked the calendar in months. He was so busy between performing nightly at Club Trick, doing private shows, and tricking that he didn’t have much time for anything. He turned his head and looked over his other broad shoulder at his easel. A fine layer of dust covered it as it sat neglected and discarded in the corner.

Knock-knock-knock.

Pleasure turned and eyed his front door before making his way across the room to bend his body to be able to look through the peephole. He smiled at the sight of Quinn on the other side. Stepping back, Pleasure opened the door wide, but his smile faded at her heartrending expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as she walked in wearing a beautiful bright turquoise jacket under a matching cropped silk shirt. As always, her makeup was perfectly set.

“I miss my friend,” she said, as she dropped her clutch on his unmade bed and turned on wedge heels to face him.

Pleasure shut the door and ran his strong fingers through his long, slender dreads as he leaned back against the wall. “I miss you too,” he said, only half honestly. “I’ve been so busy working—”

She arched a brow. “Stripping,” she inserted dryly.

“Working,” he countered.

She shrugged and walked around his apartment.

“I know it’s been a few weeks since we last hung out or caught up,” Pleasure said, his deep voice seeming to echo inside the small apartment. “How’s everything?”

She shrugged as she lifted the cover of his sketchbook and then shook her head at the empty pages. “Ryan and I broke up, and it would’ve been nice to have my friend beat him up or something,” she said.

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