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was, I might as well utilize the time to come up with an idea for Eric and me to get our hands on some money.

6
     
    My Master Plan
     
    E ric returned to the apartment early the next morning. I had been sitting outside by the door all night. He had never even given me a key to his place. I was also too stupid to ever request one from him. Over the course of the night, I had gone through several bouts of wracking sobs that would subside and turn into an overwhelming anger. When Eric finally decided to come home and walked up to the door, I had my head down on my knees. I looked up at him with pleading, red-rimmed, swollen eyes.
    “Megan, I thought I told you to get the fuck from ’round here. If you want your car, here,” Eric said, dropping my car keys next to me. He was so fucking cruel it wasn’t even funny. I had tears in my eyes. The mere sight of him brought them on.
    “Eric, I just want to be with you. I’m sorry I got so mad and attacked you. I can’t deal with knowing you want to be with someone other than me. I love you, Eric,” I cried, my words barely understandable through the sobs.
    “I’m a grown-ass man and I gotta do what I gotta do to survive. I’m here feeding you and feeding your fuckin’ habit,” Eric snapped. He wasn’t going to be nice for shit.
    I had to just accept it if I wanted to get back into his good graces. He opened the apartment door with his keys. I stood there, my body stiff and rigid. I was afraid to just try to walk inside. I couldn’t take any more blatant rejection from Eric.
    “I have a plan to get some money ... a lot of money,” I blurted out. The words sounded desperate and shaky when they left my mouth. I just hoped that he’d stand around long enough to hear what I had to say.
    “Come inside, Megan. You know damn well I wasn’t going to leave you standing outside,” Eric said, stepping inside first. Chivalry was never his strong point.
    We went inside together. I stood near the door, uncomfortable. I didn’t want to assume anything. I was going to wait for him to invite me all the way inside.
    “Look at you. You sure don’t look like the rich glamour girl you was when I first met you,” Eric said as he walked over to me.
    I swiped roughly at the tears threatening to fall again. I wanted to be strong, stand my ground. I didn’t want him to think I was some little weak rich girl, when that is exactly what I was.
    Eric grabbed my hand and pulled me into him. At first I kept my body stiff and erect, afraid to return his embrace. He hugged me tightly. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you anymore,” he whispered into my ear. With that my body went slack with a sense of relief. I melted into his embrace and began to cry again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Megan. You just got me so fed. A niggah is hard pressed right now and that chick Ashley was giving up cash ... the same cash that I use to take care of us. That’s all it was,” Eric said, stroking my tangled bird’s nest of hair.
    I knew Eric would never really hurt me. I knew there was a perfectly good explanation about why he acted out like that. I was so glad I didn’t go running back home. I just wanted to be with him. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to attack you,” I sniffled.
    Eric lifted my chin with his hand and he kissed me. I closed my eyes and relished the moment. It felt so good. I opened my mouth slightly and accepted his tongue. We kissed so passionately that I instantly became wet. I could feel Eric’s dick pressing hard into me through his clothes. Eric started breathing hard and removing my clothes. I was kind of embarrassed by how dirty I was from being outside. Eric didn’t seem to care at that moment. He slid my sweatpants over my hips.
    “Oh God, I never want to be away from you again,” I huffed, my breath hot on his ear.
    Eric pushed me down onto the coffee table. He dropped down and pulled his dick from his boxers. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come.