Savings part 2

Zuri's POV:

The clicking of a gun can be heard through the apartment walls.

After 10 minutes, I arrived at my apartment building. I step out of the Uber, paying the driver.

I walk up the flight of stairs, which is another issue; the elevator is broken, and no one plans to fix it. Walking towards my door, my eyes meet with Omar. If I could, I would jump out of this damn building and die. I smile at him, but I honestly don't need this today.

"Hey, shorty," rolling my eyes, I look at him.

"It's shawty, Omar, and plus, this isn't America, so why even try?” I say, trying to find my keys to unlock this door, but to my despair, they drop, falling into the hole that’s been here longer than me. I bang my head on the door, and I groan.

"Don't worry, Zuri, I'll call the maintenance team, so while we wait, let's step inside my apartment and have a drink," he says while cutting an apple with a knife. I look at my options; it's either I go inside and have a drink or I stand here for who knows how long.

"I don't know, Omar," I say, sighing.

"Well, think of it like this, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you," he says with a serious tone, giving me the death stare. Feeling like I have no choice, I agree.

"Don't mind the mess," he says, pushing his door open with the knife. I hesitantly walk into the apartment. At first, I thought the whole gun-clicking thing was scary, but this was far worse.

Three men sat talking, and they stopped to stare at me, saying absolutely nothing. I looked at the coffee table; lines of coke and pills in little bags sat openly for the whole world to see. I took a few steps back, and Omar closed the door behind me. I jumped a bit, clearly not being comfortable with this whole situation.

"Water or juice?" he says, walking over to his fridge.

"Uhm, tap water will do," I say, and he smirks. He pours me my water, and he grabs himself a juice.

He ushers me to sit on his couch. Omar was handsome, yes, but this whole drug lord thing he has going on is too odd to get used to.

"So, Zuri, how have you been?" he says, sitting down beside me.

"Oh, uhm, I've been good, and you?" I say, sipping my water slowly. He looks at me, and he smirks.

"What?" I say, trying to compose myself before I dash the fuck out of this apartment. The other guys are now talking in hushed voices.

"Omar, we have an issue, send Curls over here home," the one guy points at me while counting his cash.

"Nah, don't worry, Zuri is chilled; she's no snitch, right?" he turns to look at me, and he places his gun on the table. I nod my head frantically.

"Good, well, Travis is giving us more shipment," the man says, and my heart sinks. I swear my face went pale.

"Travis, as in Travis," I croak, looking at Omar, and he nods. You know, I figured that Travis couldn't be changing his cars frantically like that if he didn't have something on the side, but drugs, come on now.

"Uhm, Omar, I would like to go home now," I say, standing up. He looks at me and turns to the guys, telling them that we're heading out now.

He opens the door for me, and as I'm about to turn to face my door, he pushes me against the door. I look up at him, shocked, by his outburst because he's never done this before.

"Fuck, Zuri, I have never had to control myself as much as I have today. Seeing you in my home wearing that short uniform showing off your gorgeous legs, I can't lie and say it wasn't turning me on," he says, whispering into my ear while fisting my hair.

"Oh, uhm, Omar, I'm a lesbian, remember?" I say, trying to work my way out of this. He's cute, yes, but no.

"Baby, we both know that a dose of me, and you'll change your sexuality. God help me right now before I kick this man in his balls.

"That would be rape now," I say, trying to get out of his hold, but he holds me tightly, staring intensely at my body. He stared for so long that I'm sure he was undressing me and imagining me in all kinds of sick ways. He stares back at me, and he lets go.

"Yeah, you're right. Uhm, here's a key; you can use mine," he hands me the key, and I look at him.

"Why do you have my house keys?” I ask, mentally freaking out.

"Oh, uhm, in case of emergencies," he leans onto the wall next to me, and I open the door, and yep, the key fits. I smile at him, and I go inside, closing the door, and letting out a breath I didn't know I was even holding.

"In case of emergency," I mock in his voice. In case of emergency, my ass, you pervert. I head to my bedroom, and take off my clothes; I really need to take a shower.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I take it out, I look at the caller ID, and shriek.

"Morning, Zuri, I just checked, and your balance is 120k, and you can finally take that trip to the States," my financial advisor says. I start pumping my fist in the air. Oh my gosh, finally, I have waited for this call for 2 years. Forgetting that I'm still on the call, I answer her.

"Shoot, sorry about that; thank you."

"It's perfectly good, safe travels, Miss," and the call drops. I break into a happy dance. Oh, my shit, where will I go, uhm, let's see, uhm, let me go to Atlanta, but then again, Los Angeles seems appropriate; shit, why not both. I start squealing, jumping up and down. I scroll through my contacts, and I dial Mark.

"Hey, Mark, look, so uhm, I'm going away tomorrow, and I'll come back Wednesday," I say while packing my clothes in my suitcase.

"That's 8 days without pay," he says sternly.

"Oh no, that won't work; how about I don't come to work, and you still pay me? That sounds much better, hey," I say, smiling to myself as I look around my room. He just sighs and agrees.

"Love ya, Mark," he hangs up without saying it back; damn, someone has issues. I swear I'm not sleeping tonight; I open my laptop, and I start booking plane tickets, a car rental, and a hotel to stay.

I head to the kitchen, and I pour myself some wine. I am so excited for tomorrow that I might just burst. I head back to bed and I do a quick prayer before laying my head to rest