Last Train For Paris by Ebony Garris, Blake Karrington Read Free Book Online Page A

rushed to the bathroom to freshen up before Miles woke up. From the look of things he would be knocked out for a while. Shit she must of put it on him! She was on her way into the bathroom when the phone rang. “Hello.” Paris answered. “Hey what up is Miles there?” asked a man in a deep monotone voice. “He’s not available at the moment can I take a message for ya?” Paris asked in a rush to get whoever was on the phone off so that she could get her naked ass in the shower. “Yea ma tell him Jihan called and I finished that work he needed done.” There was no chance for Paris to respond because all she heard in her ear was the dial tone how rude. She headed up to the shower and hopped in the hot shower. As the steam penetrated and she let the water hit her ripened breasts she sat and recollected her thoughts. She could honestly say she was in love with Miles and she didn't want to be away from him. She felt like she could tell him anything and she hoped he felt the same. Paris hoped out the shower and looked at the clock it was damn near three o’ clock in the afternoon. She had never slept in like that before must have been that good good Miles’ introduced her to last night. She was hoping he had some more. She began getting ready for their studio session tonight at six… She left Miles’ a message on the kitchen counter and hoped in the whip, she wanted to hit up Kitson and do some late afternoon shopping before Miles’ woke up. Shopping was a new hobby that Paris had picked up thanks to Miles. She always had an eye for fashion but never had the means to buy the things she liked. That was all different now and she was loving every minute of it. As Paris was parking she noticed a manila folder lying on the back seat. She figured it might be important and maybe she should open it to make sure it wasn’t something Miles would need while she was out. Paris opened the envelope and was confused by the contents. It was a doctor’s note for Tamyra Marie Strong that stated she was pregnant. Who in the hell was this chick. Maybe this car was rented or something? Maybe she was a family member or employee who accidentally left her info in Miles’ car. Whoever it was Paris needed to get to the bottom of it she just didn’t know how to ask Miles about it. She didn’t want to come off as being over protective or insecure, I mean her and Miles weren’t even exclusive yet. Paris get it together. She thought to herself. She had more important things to worry about like her album and her studio session tonight. All this would have to wait until then. Just like the stripper business she had to keep her one goal in mind and that was getting money. Miles awoke to find Paris and his car keys gone. He hoped out of bed in his Calvin Klein boxers wrapping his terry cloth robe around his waist and made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He saw a yellow post it on the counter.
     
    “ Papa- Went out to Kitson to pick up some things. Took the whip I’ll be back in a few….. in time for the session tonight I cant wait….. Oh Yea Jihan called and said he finished the job you needed done. He didn’t leave a callback number.
    Love, Paris”
     
    Miles was relieved to know Jihan finally came through he was starting to get worried. He didn’t even bother calling him to tell him to pick up the rest of the money from the office. Instead he just transferred it straight to his PNC account. Miles always learned a good business man never had any excuses. So before Jihan could even ask for it, it would be in his hands already. And that’s what Miles called good business. Miles sipped on his water thinking how great his whole plan was working. He got rid of Tammy and her headache aka “his supposed child” and he got Paris as his main chick what more could a dude ask for. He ran upstairs showered and decided to meet Paris for an early dinner at STK a popular steakhouse in West Hollywood.
    The crowd at STK was hectic. The