I walked into Chris's club, looking around for him. I eventually spotted him standing by the bar and went over.

He stopped me before I could get too close. He grabbed my arm and pulled me off to the side. "Did you get it?"

I nodded.

"Good. Come with me." He said.

"Let go of me, asshole."

He pulled me towards the back of the club, and out the back door. He pushed me towards a car. It was obviously expensive. It was matte black with tinted windows. I didn't know what it was but I want one.

He opened the back door and shoved me a little. "Get in."

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

"My house, dumbass."

"Why?"

"Because I have shit to deal with there. And your payment is there." He said.

I got in the car and so did he. He sat beside me, leaning forward to tell the guy who was driving where to go.

He sat back and held out his hand. I pulled the bag from my pocket and gave it to him.

He examined it for a moment before opening the bag. He stuck his finger in and licked it. He raised an eyebrow. "That's fucking vile."

He held it out to me and I did the same as him. "Ew."

"I wouldn't want that in my veins." He said.

I shook my head. It really was bad. The stuff I bought from Kuza wasn't this bad. Of course, it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste like this. This tastes like how sulfur smells.

"How much was it?" He asked.

"150." I told him. "But I blew him so he gave it to me for 60."

"He's really charging that much for this shit?"

I nodded.

He sighed. "You've helped me out more than I thought you would. When we get to the house, someone will be waiting at the door. He'll take you up to a room. Inside of the room is your payment, and some extra things as an apology for hurting you." He told me. "There's also a bathroom attached to the room if you'd like to clean yourself up. You're welcome to stay the night."

I nodded again. "Thank you."

~~~~~

It was about 10 minutes before we reached his house. I was kind of in awe when I saw it. It was fucking huge. It was a whole ass mansion. It had a gate with people guarding it. The house itself was all black. It was fucking beautiful. I've never seen a house this big before.

He pulled me inside the house, stopping in front of someone. I looked at him, recognizing him as the man from the other night when I was by Kuza.

He gestured for me to follow him. We headed up a huge flight of spiral stairs. The entire inside of the house was all black and red. It gave off strong vampire vibes and I loved it.

He took me down multiple long hallways until we stopped. He opened a door and gestured for me to enter. I did what he said and he closed the door behind me. I looked around the room.

This room alone was probably bigger than the entire apartment. And it had a real bed. On the side of the room was a table with multiple covered trays on it. I walked over. The first thing I noticed was an envelope. I picked it up and opened it. It was full of cash.

I counted through it. $2000. That's a lot of fucking money. But judging by the size of this house, $2000 was like pennies for him.

I opened one of the trays. It had lines of coke across it with a metal straw just sitting there. The other tray had empty syringes, a lighter, cotton, a spoon, and a gram bag of heroin. The third tray had an assortment of various pills, mushrooms, and acid tabs. And the last tray was just food. There were bowls of chips and other random snack foods. I guess this is what he meant when he said that there were some extra things here.

There was a knock on the door a few seconds before it opened. Chris stood there. He smiled at me, closing the door behind him.

"I hope you find everything to your liking."

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" I asked. "You forced yourself on me just last night and now you're giving me all kinds of drugs and more money than I know what to do with."

He sat on the bed. "You helped me. Because you got the stuff I needed, you helped me solve and very serious problem of mine. This is my way of thanking you and apologizing for what I've done. Just don't come to my club again."

I nodded slowly. I don't know if I should really believe him but I guess we'll see how it goes.

"This house is huge." I said.

"It's not that big."

I stared at him. "This room alone is bigger than my entire apartment."

He laughed. "I can show you something bigger."

"No thanks, dick face."

He rolled his eyes. "I meant in the house, smartass."

"What is it?"

"I think you'll like it." He told me. "C'mon."

I followed him out of the room and downstairs. He took me through what looked like a living room and into another room before stopping.

I looked around me. There was a giant table in the center of the room, and an crystal chandelier hanging above it. The far end of the room was made completely out of glass. The way the chandelier reflected off of it was beautiful.

"Oh my god." I said, looking all around. "It's so pretty. It's huge."

"I host a lot of parties. They all take place in here. It's the biggest room on the house."

"I've never seen a house this big."

He stared at me. "Where are you from?"

"Seattle—They don't have houses like this there....at least where I was."

"How long have you lived here?"

"Like 6 years." I spoke.

He nodded.

He stepped closer to me, placing a hand on my side. I pulled away immediately, glaring at him. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Really?" He asked. "You're gonna start being a brat now? You've been fine."

"I'm not a brat."

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure you are."

"No I'm not. You're just an asshole."

"You're being a brat right now."

"No, I'm just telling you what you are." I said.

He smacked my ass. I gasped and shoved him away.

"Brat."

"Fuck you!"

He smirked. He was having fun with this. What a bitch.

He grabbed my arm and bent it behind my back, pushing me up against the wall. "Brat."

"Let go." I whined, trying to pull away. "You're an asshole."

He pushed my hair out of the way

"I did enjoy fucking you last night." He breathed.

"Congratulations. I didn't."

"I didn't let you." He told me. "I can give you the best sex you ever had."

"Good luck. I have a lot of sex. Now let me go."

"Mm but I bet you've never enjoyed any of it."

"Fuck off!"

He squeezed my thigh. "C'mon. You know you want it."

"I really don't though." I told him. "Stop. Please. I don't like you."

I really don't want to do this. His grip on my arm tightened.

"Calm down."

"Please. Just let me go. You're hurting me."

He sighed, releasing me. He took a step back and I moved away from him.

"Come on. I'll take you back up."

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yeet

do y'all think ricky's attitude will change??

~xxLux