MBJ or CHT?

Date: 7/14/2025

I flew into NY from LA for a 3 day show. It was with MBJ. He was very kind, sweet, loving. The sex was incredible. Thought we were lowkey falling in love until I quickly figured out he was an asshole just using me. Before my last night there he wanted me to sign a contract, some sort of sex contract or agreement so I knew what it was. He told me it was all a lie. Manipulative work he does to the women who work with him. It was insane how fast he switched up. He basically walked off when I didn’t sign the contract fast enough for our last night. My desperate ass added “go to dinner with me” as an amendment to it. The lowest of the low self esteem. What stuck out to me the most was the beautiful tour he gave me of the building and the water was calm. There was an underground stairway or patch of cement that was monumental to the modeling world. A history of information he so delicately delivered from his sweet lips. And don’t get me started on the sex. Which in turn I found out was too vanilla for him. I remember being bamboozled and wanting to go home to CHT in Ontario. Be loved. Truly loved. But my ego needed to world to see me with MBJ. The contract night in question said I must get a seat in the back left row of the theatre room. He was the star. I was just in the movie. The audience didn’t know he was coming. I tried to text him and tell him the seats he wanted were already taken but he walked in with an attitude and his entourage made the people move for us. He was so rude and dishonest. I had already told Morgan it was the best sex ever. People knew of our dealings. And I only had one night left.