I never was the girl to go searching out ball players. Trying to land someone rich so I could spend the rest of my life shopping and partying. I play on twitter and flirt just like any normal girl whos tweets a lot.  Occaisonally I get a celeb or athlete follow me or tweet me.  Yes of course it's exciting and fun.  But this whole story started with absolutely having no idea who I was talking to in the first place. 

 

This all started when Charles Johnson, DE for the Carolina Panthers started following me.  However when he first followed me and DM'd me, I had no idea who he was.  When I asked him who he was, he just said a regular guy who got verified because he had 3K followers.  I don't know why but I believed him and didn't think much of it.  I also didn't research him either.  I visited a friend in Charlotte and was surprised to get a DM from him, asking if I wanted to meet up while I was in town.  I told him that I was really busy with friends and if I could find the time I might consider it.  He seemed nice enough.  Still at this point I didn't know who he was really.  After returning home, I decided one day I was going to look up this person I had been talking to.  To my surprise I had just realized I had been talking to the Panther player, who shockingly had just signed a 76 million dollar contract.  I was really intimidated after that.  When I asked him if that was who he is, he confirmed it.  I had asked him why he didn't tell me, and he said because he didn't wanna come across a certain way.  I told him things like that didn't matter.  After awhile we exchanged numbers and began texting.  It was very apparent that he was attracted to me.  He made it very clear in several text that he wanted to have sex with me.  He told me he was coming to Miami, where I live, to train and that we would definitely meet up then.  I was down for that.  But then it became increasingly more intense our conversations and the desire for both of us became too much.  He offered to fly me to Charlotte but my schedule just couldn't comply.

 

I began noticing that a certain person on his timeline, who would turn out to be his baby's mom, was posting a lot of stuff about how much she loved this man.  When I questioned him about it, he would tell me, just because I take care of her, does not mean that we are together.  I had a suspicion  that maybe he was lying to me about her.  But everytime I asked something, he would insist they were not together.  For mother's day, he bought her not one, but two brand new Mercedes.   I thought wow what a good guy, taking care of his baby mama like that.

 

Fast forward to Memorial Weekend.  Here is where the drama unfolds.  To make this just plain and simple.  The offer was given to be flown out to Vegas for the weekend,  I accepted.  WOW!  A free trip to Vegas, heck yes.  I was told to keep in on the low, and that he would tell his friends I was a business partner.  First mistake of course I made was even allowing myself to go after that, but it was so amazing to me, I went. I had disclosed to him that my last trip to Vegas was not a pleasant one as I had gotten extremely sick while there and ended up in the hospital with pneumonia.  My boyfriend at the time left me in the hospital.  He said he would never do that to me and would take care of me. I was flattered.

 

 When I got there, he said take a cab to the Palms and he'd meet me downstairs and pay for the cab.  He didn't get out there in time so I paid for the cab and went inside.  I then met him in the casino lobby and he took me upstairs to the hardwood sutie where they had been staying.  I was introduced to friends of his and took a tour of the suite.  He was very distant and I was worried that maybe I was a disappointment to him, however he knew exactly what I looked like from numerous pictures I sent and some very revealing so there was no mistaken it was me.  I texted him to be sure he wasn't disappointed and he said no he wasn't. So I chalked his distance to not wanting people to know why I was there.  His friends invited me to the pool to hang out and I said ok thinking he would come.  But he didn't.  I was really confused.  When we got there,, they rented a cabanna, and got bottle service.  I remember drinking and having a good time chatting with some of the girls that were there.  I took a few shots that I remember.  I remember getting in the pool....and that's IT. 

 

The next thing I know, Im in the back of a police car.  Only to spend the next 12 hours in the Las Vegas jail with prostitues and drug addicts.  I had no idea how I ended up there or what had happened.  My mind was completely blank.  Fast forward to my release, I texted him immediately to find out what happened,  He said don't ever text me again.  I was so confused.  I asked him how I was going to get home, he wasn't going to send me back but after calling my best friend and having her convince him to get me back home he finally booked me a flight.  So the only thing I can get out of him is that I assualted two girls, and a security gaurd.  Now being that I am NOT a violent person and have never been, I was so confused.  What had led up to that point? Why couldn't I remember anything? What was I mad about?  All questions he will not answer and just keeps laughing at me and telling me I did this to myself.  Now I would take full responsibility for my actions had I been able to remember anything but I can't.  Not a single thing.  I went to the ER the next day after I got home, scared and upset at how something like this could happen.  I shouldve went sooner.  They drew blood and did drug and toxicology screens which all came back negative. Of course it had been two days.  They said if GHB was given to me, it wouldn't be detected anymore.