2. Execution of the Plan
2. Execution of the Plan
“Very simple, girl.”
Dennis comes to sit beside me and snatches the bag of chips from my hand saying, “Friday night, you will meet the bastard in his usual club. Get him drunk, very drunk so he gets ready to do whatever you ask. Then you have to take his drunk ass to the marriage chapel and get your marriage license registered. And once you both sign the papers, you will legally have 50% right on his property and bank accounts.”
Wait a minute… Do I have to get married to a gay?
Dennis stuffs more chips in his mouth as he continues, “Then after two days, on Monday we will release the marriage bomb and ask him to sign the divorce papers and give you your legal right from his property. Shocked and in dejection, he will sign the papers to save his reputation, and then we will become millionaires in a day.” He howls excitedly.
Millionaires? Like for real?
“Wait, how rich is your bastard guy?” My alcohol consumed brain suddenly finds the plan valid and brilliant.
“You don’t know about Millans? Gosh, they owe like fifty hotels in the states and a big shareholder of Tesla, ExxonMobil, Facebook, SpaceX, and whatnot. Forbes says their empire values around ten billions. But I think Cason probably least a billion or two.”
Hmm.. If the plan worked.. Then I don’t have to work as a fucking porn content writer. I can become an actual author. I can buy an apartment and live peacefully with my cats and plants. A life I dreamed of.
I wanna be rich
So I can act like a bitch
Everyday date a new boy and ditch
Hire people to scratch my itch
“Just imagine Juicy, we will be partying on our own island, staying in our hotel, and drinking champagne on our cruise.” Dennis whispers in my ear in a husky devilish voice that seems very alluring to me.
I look at him, his eyes a little puffed up from all the crying he has been doing because of the breakup. Cason Millan is evil, he deserves to get punished. I'll castrate that motherfucker for hurting D.
But then again, the calculation doesn't fit right.
“He is gay! And I am a girl.”
I throw my hands up in reasoning and analytics.
“And he won’t even look at me once for sure.” I am very confident in my looks that I can never attract a super-duper rich guy, gay or not.
Lavish people have their own standard that already start on a different level.
“I am not asking you to sleep with him. All you need to do is doll up, make him drunk and get married. Oh, I have something that will make your work easy.” Dennis giggles as he walks tipsily to his room.
I watch his hips sway in an infinity loop as he cat walks back to me. “Tada!” He excitedly raises a transparent packet that has colorful buttons type tablets.
“Just pop one pill of these in his drink and wait till he gets high like a Llama.” He passes me the packet and I look at them carefully. They have smiles and weird emojis on them, looking cute and deadly at the same time. “D, what are these?”
“That’s ecstasy, juicy. They get you so fucking high that you party with aliens, hookup with unicorns and have group sex with Teletubbies.”
Wooaahh!
“I got them from my dealer. Just remember, do not put more than one and stay the fuck away from my ex’s dick. Got it?” Dennis warns in a severe I’ll cut your throat tone.
“Chill, I am not interested in gay men. Anyway, how will I recognize him? How does he look like?”
Dennis pulls out his phone and shows me the bastard's picture. I almost fell off the couch as I see the guy’s starking grey eyes with thick eyebrows and copper brown hair that makes him look a gallant aristocrat.
And so manly.
Straight nose, full lips. He nowhere looks gay with his five o’clock shadow and prominent jaw. Even his adam’s apple looks manlier than most of the men.
Now I am convinced, if a guy is unbelievably hot, he is gay.
“Isn’t he a delicious piece of meat!” Dennis purrs as I drool over his ex. I nod agreeing with him. He is definitely mouth licking delicious.
He shows me pictures of his Instagram, with super models like Gigi Hadid and Cara Delevingne, in super cars like Bugatti and Rolls Royce.
Damn.. This guy is not only hot but fucking wealthy too. Like a total package!
He is rich like Bill Gates,
Prolly eats in golden plates.
His eyes are foxy,
Dang! This guy is sexy.
“He is really.. Rich.” I say after gulping the word handsome.
“I know right.” Dennis winks, keeping his phone back in the pocket and faces me, “So, are you ready to be a millionaire, my partner in crime?”
This might be the worst drunk plan, but I am so in.
I give him a smirk as I yell, “Hell yeah!”
I get a cab all the way to Vegas.
My middle-class ass shrieks in excitement as we pass through Hollywood hot spots, all the branded stores, and casinos that I have just seen in songs and movies.
I take the whole day dressing up for my future gay husband. The one whom I am going to drug and marry.
I straighten the bangs that I freshly cut from YouTube tutorial. I put on knee-length boots and a deep neck silver dress and with a leather jacket on top because I catch cold fast.
I take a few selfies and send them to Dennis for feedback.
*D- Looking sexy, juicy ❤️ 😉 😗
J- Thanks, D. 😍 ❤️
D- And when you meet him, remember I sucked his cock and he licked my asshole. So you better not try to be a hoe and think of using him.* 😠
I feel a vile gag in my throat and I puke oxygen out of my system. Ewww!
*J- Yeah, yeah! But what I am gonna talk to him about?
D- Just casually talk about fashion, brands, celebrity gossips 👠 👛 👜
J- Got it. Will text you after my marriage 😉
D- Wishing you luck* 🌼 😗
I keep the phone, ecstasy pills, my ID cards, some cash in my purse and leave the hotel swaying my ass. I am getting that gay tonight!
I reach the location given by Dennis, it is a Casino slash pub that has not only rich gamblers and liquor but half-naked girls behind the glass, dancing and touching themselves.
Very classic.
I order myself a mild cocktail and sit in a corner from where I can gawk at the entrance as well at the girls cleaning the glass with their boobs.
Music pumps in my veins and I start to move along with the beat. Enjoying an expensive liquor in an expensive place, damn being rich is fun. Suddenly I see the bastard, Cason Millan walking in from the door. Fuck! He is hot.
Blue jeans white Shirt,
Walked in like Danger,
His stare is Cancer,
And attitude like a Gangster.
I find myself sweating as he scans the area like gawk and uninterestedly sits on the other side of me, talking with the bartender. His biceps flex orgasmically as he holds his drink and pulls out his phone.
I didn’t know how long I was staring at him, for a gay he is panty wet hot. Now I get why Dennis was crying for getting dumped by this hunk.
I mean look at him, gay or not I would cry too if he blocks me. Such a heartbreaking machine.
But then images of Dennis’s tongue in his mouth come into my mind and I feel like puking my intestines out spoiling my hundred dollars dress. And let's not forget, he is fuckboy. A gay fuckboy!
I put on a thick layer of red lipstick, straighten up, run my fingers through my hair, and walk like a predator towards my prey.
I had it all, I am so done with watching those fucking videos, porn every day and write something catchy for them. I want to be rich.
I am almost a millionaire. I got all the zeros and now all I need is the one.
The one in white shirt,
Gold in dirt,
Sinner in church,
He who likes only dicks,
And whose ass I am going to kick.
I sway my hips walking towards him, “Hey!” I give him my best smile while sliding on the empty barstool beside him.
As soon as he looks at me, I freeze. His eyes are the perfect shade of grey winter. They look like the cloudy sky of a heavy monsoon night. His eyes have an intense pull, a heavy gravitational force that I have read in books about.
“You are Cason, right?” I snap out of the science eye contact. I forgot he is the bastard that dumped by bestie’s ass.
“Do I look like Cason?” He asks with a smirk hinting at the corner of his plump lips.
“Very.” I sip my drink while I look back and observe him. His jawline looks hard and more prominent than in the pictures. And his eyelashes, man I bet he put on mascara to make them look so thick and long.
Thick and long, which remind me… I look down on his lap and see his tight jeans on his crotch area. What is his size I wonder?
"So, whatcha doin’ tonight?” I play with a lock of my hair as I let my eyes raise to his shoulders, broad and muscular.
Why are gays so attractive?
“Uh-meeting.” He uninterestedly dusts off my efforts to initiate a conversation as he types on his phone eagerly while the glass of scotch is protectedly held in other hand.
I cross my leg as I lean to him and try again, “Did you see the winter collection limited edition boots by Louis Vuitton? Gosh! They are totally to die f-”
He immediately cuts me off as he gets up, “Sorry, I have to take this.” The bastard stands up and walks away talking to someone on the phone.
I bite my lip just a little as I watch the man in perfection walking six feet tall. But this isn’t a day for distraction, no matter how handsome the gay is, I am here for a mission.
I instantly pull out Ecstacy pills from my purse and empty the packet into his drink. I watch in awe as bubbles emerge from the brown liquid like in the chemistry lab.
This is like a science experiment!
But soon I realized that I wasn’t the only one who was watching the effervesce but someone else too.
I look up and instantly lock eyes with the bartender who was already looking down at me with -_- face.
FUCK!