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Newark, NJ. Here I come.
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 4 - Allure
     
     
    “ Oh my god, pollution!” Sasha screamed dramatically. “And look, dirty snow! Northfaces!”
    Tatum cracked up laughing at her crazy friend who was running around the front of Newark Airport, in the cold night air, acting like a kid in a candy store.
    “ Damn, I missed Jersey!”
    “ Bitch, it has not even been that long,” Tatum reminded her, putting Aubrey into the car seat and walking around to the driver’s side of her Honda Civic EX sedan.
    Sasha got into the passenger seat and looked around the car.
    “ What happened to the truck?” She asked, admiring the new car. It was nice, but Tatum had loved her truck.
    “ Ah, I don’t know. I wanted a change…plus the gas on that thing.”
    Sasha cut her off.
    “ Say no more.” And they both laughed.
    “ It’s nice though, this a ‘08?”
    “ Nah, ’07…hey Aubrey!” Tatum cooed, turning around in her seat and looking at her goddaughter.
    “ Hi Auntie,” she answered, smiling wide. She was only three months from being two years old, but spoke so clearly. Sasha spent a lot of time with her and Tatum believed that was why she was so developed.
    Aubrey sat, looking cute with her two curly pom-pom ponytails and big brown eyes. Chanel and Tangee were knocked out in the backseat next to her. “You hungry?”
    Sasha buckled her seatbelt and answered hastily.
    “ Heck yeah!”
    “ I was talking to your daughter,” Tatum laughed at Sasha’s spoiled ass. “But what you want, mama?”
    “ Mmmm, I want a, no two, dirty dogs. Yummmm,” Sasha proclaimed, rubbing her stomach as Tatum scrunched up her face. Tatum had seen enough of the street vendor hot dogs for a lifetime, but Sasha had been feigning for them.
    “ Oh come on, don’t judge me,” Sasha pouted. “I haven’t had them in so long.”
    Tatum smiled at her, so glad that she was here, even if it was just for the weekend. This was her best friend, and she hated to admit it, but she had been lonely.
    “ Okay, okay, no judgment,” Tatum said, turning up the radio and exiting the airport, heading for Broad Street. It was just like old times.

Back in Atlanta
     
    Jayde’s stiletto heels clicked across the marble floor, as she strategically lit candles around her luxurious condo located in the Buckhead section of Atlanta. Her home was located inside of the elegant Sovereign Tower, which curved high along the Georgia skyline, and sat its residents on top of the city as if royalty.
    Jayde owned two of them, and had recently revamped them, knocking down the walls and turning her two, into one, mega condo.
    She wore a long, black, sheer slip-nightie, which hugged her artificial, yet perfect, ass and breasts. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, displaying her striking green eyes. She moved around her dimly lit living space as the sounds of Trey Songz newest CD blared from her theater speaker system. As she lit the last candle, there was a knock on the door.
    “ Come in,” she demanded. She glided over to her bar and poured a glass of Nuvo, keeping her back turned to the door, and her guest. “You want a drink?”
    “ Not that pink shit,” he barked, trying to sound hard. However Jayde’s hypnotizing, bare ass that showed through her see-thru gown, made it hard for him to maintain his composure. He looked around at the spacious place and wondered how much it ran her. And he wondered why it was so damn dark; the only light seemed to be coming from the candles.
    She could see him still standing through the glass of the bar, but she remained with her back turned to him.
    “ Well the pink shit is what we have, so that will have to do. Have a seat.”
    She poured another cup and strutted over to him as he nervously took a seat on her snow-white suede sofa. Jayde was like a predator of the jungle, and he was her prey, for the night.
    “ You got that for me?” She asked, handing him the drink and taking a seat on the