Unbeknownst to Ashanti, Drake Porter arrived in town shortly after she’d gotten there. She ran into Drake while out having dinner with her sister about two weeks after arriving back in her hometown.
“Girl, what are you going to do now that you left Atlanta and came back home on some bullshit?” her sister, Tia, questioned. Tia took a sip of Sangria shaking her head. Ashanti and Tia looked a lot alike. Both sisters had a honey brown complexion with hazel eyes and long black hair. However, Tia was slightly taller than Ashanti and a little thicker in the hips.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I know I can’t stay with mama for too long.” She sighed and shoved a mouthful of her grilled chicken Caesar salad in her mouth. Just then she glanced up and saw a familiar face. “It can’t be,” Ashanti said slightly above a whisper. Tia frowned and shot her sister a questionable look. Ashanti had a devious sparkle in her eyes and Tia knew she was up to no good.
“What are you over there rambling about?” Tia asked looking around trying to figure out what sucker her sister had zeroed in on.
“I think I know him. Yes, I do know him. It’s Drake, Tyson’s best friend!” she damn near squealed. The wheels starting turning in her head as she stood up and smoothed her dress down.
“Uhhh, where are you going?” Tia frowned. Ashanti hadn’t changed a bit. She was always on the prowl and scheming on her next come up. Even with a business degree, she refused to work. She’d rather find a man to take care of her so she could spend her time shopping and traveling.
“I can’t just act like I don’t see Drake, now that would be rude. I will be right back. I’m just going to go over and speak to him really quick.” She flashed a devilish smile before prancing over to the bar. Tia turned around to see exactly who this Drake person was. Damn! He is fine, she thought to herself before turning back around, taking another sip of Sangria.
Ashanti switched her way on over to the bar to put her plan into motion. She knew Drake was paid and he didn’t have a problem spending money on women. She was in desperate need of money, since her dumb ass ex-boyfriend was a broke nigga. Living with her mother was not working, and the little money she came with was slowly dwindling away. Asking Tyson to send her some money was definitely out of the question, so Drake was the next best thing.
The peach halter dress she had on fit her toned body like a glove. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and put on her best smile.
“Drake, is that you?” she beamed. Drake slightly turned in his seat to see who was calling his name as if they knew him. He was in town on business and didn’t really know anyone in Florida like that. He was shocked to see his homeboy Tyson’s ex-girl Ashanti standing there smiling brightly.
“Hey, sexy! Long time no see.” He flashed a sexy smile at her. Damn lil’ mama is fine as fuck, he thought to himself.
Ashanti hopped up on the bar stool beside him and licked her glossy lips. Drake watched as she slowly ran her tongue along her full luscious lips.
“Soooo what are you doing in my neck of the woods?” she questioned, batting her long eyelashes. It wasn’t going to take much to cause Drake to fall under her spell, and once she put her sex game down she would have him eating out her hands. A fleeting moment of guilt washed over her, but she quickly dismissed it. What Tyson didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, besides they were no longer together. No harm, no foul.
“I’m here on business,” Drake said taking a sip of Dusse. He couldn’t help but take in her beauty and voluptuous body as his eyes hungrily roamed over her from head to toe.
Ashanti could feel the sexual vibes he was giving her, which would only make it easier for her to put her plan in motion.
“How long are you going to be in town?” She flipped her hair over her left shoulder and smiled brightly. Clearly she
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