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came together so quickly, smoothly, and most of all, effortlessly. I met Dreâ last Friday, and I had predicted I would hear from him by today. He didnât disappoint. Men were so predictable. That was the one thing I loved about them. Beyond that, I couldnât think of too much more.
Unbeknownst to Dreâ, our meeting at the bar was not accidental, as Iâd led him to believe. Mostly everything I did in life had some motive behind it, and our little meeting at the bar was no exception. Even though we had never officially been introduced before our âaccidentalâ hookup, I knew of Dreâ. I knew all about him being the best friend and confidant of Xavier Preston. I could barely wait; I was going to have some fun with his ass. By the time I was finished with Dreâ, he would regret the day he spoke to me and offered to buy drinks.
It was actually quite funny. I have always said that people never realized what creatures of routine they truly were. I had been back in Houston for almost two months now. Luckily for me, I already knew the city pretty well due to my past history. As soon as I was situated in my small apartment, not too far from Xavierâs house, I went to work with a vengeance, literally. Step one had been completed; I could check it off my list.
I had found that it also paid to know people who had connections, good and bad ones. Money always talked, and I was fortunate to have a trust fund that enabled me to work only if I desired. For now, I was taking a mini-vacation from freelance writing until I saw my plan through to completion. My contact had supplied me with everything I needed, from a fake license to a birth certificate and a Social Security card. Dreâ knew me as Milan. And all my documents backed me up. I chose that name because I thought it sounded exotic and exciting.
God, you had to absolutely love technology. I was able to listen to Xavierâs phone calls, access his voice mail, and pretty much keep track of his comings and goings through surveillance equipment with him not having a clue. It didnât take too much for my connection to enter Xavierâs home and discreetly place spyware throughout. He had even made a house key for me in the process, had thrown it in as an extra, hadnât charged me a dime.
Xavier thought he was safe with his state-of-the-art security system, trying to keep out the bogeyman. I had learned a long time ago that nothing could keep out the bogeyman if he or she really wanted to get in. After the way he portrayed me in his damn movie, he had better look under his bed and in his closet every damn night. By the time I was finished with him, he would have to sleep with a night-light and stash a loaded pistol under his down-filled feather pillow.
I flashed back to how easy it had been to meet Dreâ. I had followed him for three weeks, and he didnât even realize it. They never did. It was too easy. I knew where he worked, where he lived, and, of course, where he partied. Between him and Xavier, they were my full-time job, which I took seriously. I pretty much memorized their daily routines, which they rarely varied.
As for Xavier, I had immediate plans to deal with his friend with benefitsâthe slut. The things she let that man do to her. I knew exactly what they did because of the camera in his bedroom. But then again, that was Xavierâs MO. He could talk a good game and a woman into doing almost anything for him. As I made the drive to the airport, I couldnât wait to get out to L.A. and handle that bitch. Bailey was her name. Since I had plenty of time before my flight, I wasnât in a hurry to get to the busy airport.
As I drove, my mind quickly slipped back to last Friday at the bar.
âLet me buy that for you. What are you drinking this evening?â
âCosmo,â I stated, my eyes never leaving his.
âCool. Bartender, one Cosmo for the lovely lady.â
âThank
Unbeknownst to Dreâ, our meeting at the bar was not accidental, as Iâd led him to believe. Mostly everything I did in life had some motive behind it, and our little meeting at the bar was no exception. Even though we had never officially been introduced before our âaccidentalâ hookup, I knew of Dreâ. I knew all about him being the best friend and confidant of Xavier Preston. I could barely wait; I was going to have some fun with his ass. By the time I was finished with Dreâ, he would regret the day he spoke to me and offered to buy drinks.
It was actually quite funny. I have always said that people never realized what creatures of routine they truly were. I had been back in Houston for almost two months now. Luckily for me, I already knew the city pretty well due to my past history. As soon as I was situated in my small apartment, not too far from Xavierâs house, I went to work with a vengeance, literally. Step one had been completed; I could check it off my list.
I had found that it also paid to know people who had connections, good and bad ones. Money always talked, and I was fortunate to have a trust fund that enabled me to work only if I desired. For now, I was taking a mini-vacation from freelance writing until I saw my plan through to completion. My contact had supplied me with everything I needed, from a fake license to a birth certificate and a Social Security card. Dreâ knew me as Milan. And all my documents backed me up. I chose that name because I thought it sounded exotic and exciting.
God, you had to absolutely love technology. I was able to listen to Xavierâs phone calls, access his voice mail, and pretty much keep track of his comings and goings through surveillance equipment with him not having a clue. It didnât take too much for my connection to enter Xavierâs home and discreetly place spyware throughout. He had even made a house key for me in the process, had thrown it in as an extra, hadnât charged me a dime.
Xavier thought he was safe with his state-of-the-art security system, trying to keep out the bogeyman. I had learned a long time ago that nothing could keep out the bogeyman if he or she really wanted to get in. After the way he portrayed me in his damn movie, he had better look under his bed and in his closet every damn night. By the time I was finished with him, he would have to sleep with a night-light and stash a loaded pistol under his down-filled feather pillow.
I flashed back to how easy it had been to meet Dreâ. I had followed him for three weeks, and he didnât even realize it. They never did. It was too easy. I knew where he worked, where he lived, and, of course, where he partied. Between him and Xavier, they were my full-time job, which I took seriously. I pretty much memorized their daily routines, which they rarely varied.
As for Xavier, I had immediate plans to deal with his friend with benefitsâthe slut. The things she let that man do to her. I knew exactly what they did because of the camera in his bedroom. But then again, that was Xavierâs MO. He could talk a good game and a woman into doing almost anything for him. As I made the drive to the airport, I couldnât wait to get out to L.A. and handle that bitch. Bailey was her name. Since I had plenty of time before my flight, I wasnât in a hurry to get to the busy airport.
As I drove, my mind quickly slipped back to last Friday at the bar.
âLet me buy that for you. What are you drinking this evening?â
âCosmo,â I stated, my eyes never leaving his.
âCool. Bartender, one Cosmo for the lovely lady.â
âThank
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