Question Existing: Haunted

Question Existing: Haunted Feel like there's someone watching me Shadows on the wall Whispers down the hall When I look there is nothing to see "Damn, you really put it on dudes don't you"Saafir said. For someone who was tight he didn't know that Corey could throw it back like that. Usually when he's fucking dudes they just let him take it. But Corey was different. They were both sweating like pigs, and Coreys Prada sneakers were scuffed to no end. But he didn't care. He had too many Prada sneakers to count. But those salmon colored ones were his babies. Corey didn't actually listen to one word he was saying. He was basking in the glow of that wonderful orgasm that he just had. He could've swore he felt his soul shake. "We should get dressed before someone comes in here." Saafir said. The way he said it made something resonate within Corey. He rushed to get dressed. He could glow later. If he got caught... oh boy, he would lose his position in the company, word would pass on that he is a big ol' bottom, and the company that his father worked for would be in ruin. He inspected his Taverniti jeans to see if he tried to steal anything. You never knew with these trade boys. "lIGHT, shorty, it was cool but I gotta settle in at the Hyatt Hotel. I'm going to leave you my DVD, it has my number attached to it. Talk to the powers that be and try to arrange if we can set something up." What shocked Corey was that after Saafir spoke, he gently kissed him. Saafir wanted a mass media takeover. If he could convince this dummy that actually into him, he would live lavishly beyond his dreams. He actually didn't have a grudge against Corey. He was actually cool nigga. Six degrees of separation was a bitch for real. Corey was separated by Saafir from one person, his cousin Vaughn. They were dating for about two years. Coreys old-head father Bradford Howard. His father thought Vaughn wasn't good enough for him. So he paid him $100,000 green faces for him never to show his face. Without an explanation. Vaughn was heartbroken but he did what he thought was best for his future. His M.O.N.(money over nigga) theory had failed him for he was alone bitter yet wealthy. If Saafir had his way, he would make sure they Bradford Howard had paid for his selfishness, he would own this empire, and whatever happened between Corey and Saafir was their business. He really didn't care. Although Corey was going to be the pawn in this evil plot, that was the only way that they could get into this fortress. Hustle Hard Records had at least 60 security guards on deck, with 2 sharp-shooters on clockwork. When your revenues exceed $800 million a year, you have 12 of the hottest performers on your roster, people tend to be resentful. As Saafir walked away, he noticed something was odd. The words that he had chosen earlier when they were fucking such as,"watch out", "look my way", lemme fuck you from the side", look straight up" were very odd. But when the dick feels good, and you're opened up so good and you can actually take some good dick, you go with the flow. Until, when he got home the next day he found a big box with a bow on it. And in it, the look on his face intensified from surprise to pure horror. Damn readers, what could it be?