URBAN: Chosen By A Kingpin

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Momma know that I had slept with a stranger last night? I don’t think Kayla and Amani would’ve told her that. Something else must be up. Either way I was scared out my damn mind. I didn’t want Momma to whoop me or something.
    I looked over to my left to see Dante still sleeping. I tried to get out the bed as quietly as I could. I didn’t want to really leave him but staying wasn’t exactly an option either. It didn’t seem right and I ain’t want to seem like I was real clingy or something. Plus I had a good excuse to leave now that Momma had texted me. He moved a bit when I got out the bed and i tried to tiptoe my way to the bathroom to at least freshen up a bit.
    I turned on the light and stepped up to the mirror. I looked like a hot mess. My makeup was all sweated off, it was smeared in some places, and don’t even get me started on my hair. I didn’t even have any brushes or anything to deal with it. The only thing I had was a hair-tie so i was at least able to get it up and out of my face. I took my time washing my face, trying to get all the makeup off. I had some mascara and my lipstick in my purse so I could at least slap that on and not look as scary. From the bedroom I could hear Dante moving in the bed. He probably heard the water running from the sink and knew I was up.
    I used one of the hotel face towels to dry off and stuck my head out the bathroom door. Dante was rubbing his eyes and rolled over to check his phone. I took the opportunity to creep towards my clothes on the floor and grab them. I was hoping to go unnoticed but he turned around and saw me. Damn.
    “Hey,” He said. “Leaving so soon?”
    I realized that I was still naked and even though I let him see me last night I was all shy now, I wanted to cover up. “Yeah, I’m sorry. My Momma texted me and it looked like an emergency. I have to get going.”
    “You want me to walk you out or drop you off at your place?” Dante asked.
    “Nah, it’s good. I’ll see myself out and catch the train. Um… but thank you. For the offer and for last night. I had a good time.”
    Dante smiled at me. “Me too. I don’t usually do one night stands…and I don’t plan on making this one either. Would it be alright if I got your number?”
    I was shocked and didn’t really know what to say. I wanted to see him again. He seemed like a nice stable guy to be with. It would be something new in my life anyway. But he did live far away and I wasn’t about that long distance relationship shit. I didn’t want to be his city chick either, only coming down here once in awhile to fuck. “How about you give me your number and I’ll call you?”
    That seemed like the best outcome. I mean, it wouldn’t be that bad to fool around with him every once in awhile.
    “You’ll call me? Would you really call me?”
    “Yes!” I said. “It’s just you know, you live far and i don’t do that long distance stuff but I mean if you ever in town and want to hook up it would be cool.”
    “Alright,” Dante said as he sat up. I tossed him my phone and made my way back to the bathroom to get dressed. The last thing I wanted to do was walk in these heels to the train station but I didn’t want to rely on him too. I wanted to break free from him before any feelings came up. I was not in the mood to be sprung over some dude I met at a club. Though it would probably happen anyway. When I came back out Dante had put his boxers on. He handed me my phone and kissed my forehead. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you anywhere?”
    “Yes, I’m sure! It’s cool I promise. I will call you ok? I promise.”
    He laughed and opened the door for me. “Ok, ok. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll see you around.”
    I waved at him and made my way down to the elevator started my morning walk of shame.
    ***
    I got off the train at my apartment first so I could shower and change into more comfortable clothes. I didn’t need Momma to see me in no club outfit. She kept

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