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Final Still Stoned: Breaking Stone Teaser…

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…you can’t punch Stone.

Hey Guys! As we bend the curve of the fourth leg of this race, I want to say that I appreciate every single one of you that took the time to read this series and support me on this journey into Paranormal. I enjoy writing in this genre and it looks as if you guys enjoy reading this genre from me so Paranormal & I will be together for a long time.

So…with that said. I have one final teaser of Still Stoned: Breaking Stone for your reading pleasure. Don’t forget. 02.14! The Stoner in you will need to be indulged.

 

 

His entire body ached from having to maneuver his large frame on the couch all night, knowing that Eryanna wouldn’t want him anywhere near her. He was embarrassed, ashamed but he was also partially in agreement with Stone and his actions. What Eryanna’s father said to her was disrespectful and uncalled for in his eyes. He knew of Yatti, knew of the things that he had Eryanna into but he didn’t hold that against her because she was young and finding her way through life, just like she was now. He didn’t have to know her back then to know that she had changed and grew for the better, he could see that by looking into her eyes. Yes, she had been through some things and put her loved ones through some things but who was he to judge her with a past as ugly as his.

“I went through your phone and called Lyles and Heather, letting them know that you were ok. They wanted to speak to you but I told them that you were sleeping. They said that they didn’t trust that so they are on their way here.”

She just looked at him as if he weren’t the same man that had the ability to drive her crazy with a kiss or gentle touch. She looked at him as if she didn’t know who he was and that part hurt Raheem to the core of him. Her gaze didn’t waver, it stayed dead center on him.

“I apologize, Eryanna. I plan to reach out to your parents as well to extend my apologies to them. What I did was reckless and –”

“You know about Yatti?”

He didn’t react. Didn’t flinch at the mentioning of him. Raheem smoothly tucked his hands into his pockets as he looked over at her, his expression blank. “Yes.”

“But you never told me you knew!” Eryanna snapped as she walked up to him. “I even asked you! When you told me that you looked me up, I asked you what came up and you led me to believe that nothing came up when I fucking knew better!”

“Eryanna,” he pleaded, his hand reaching out to touch her but she snatched away from him.

“No, Raheem!”

“I didn’t say anything to you about knowing because your past doesn’t have anything to do with the woman that you are now. The woman that you are to me.”

“The woman that I am to you was molded by the girl that I was to him. This shit-” Eryanna shook her head with an exhale. “Do you not see how fucking unhealthy this is? Raheem, you are crazy, dude! Fucking crazy!”

Raheem dropped his head. “I’m trying, Eryanna.”

“You say that but your actions are always different. Your actions always say something different from what comes out of your mouth!”

Raheem scrubbed his hands over his face with a grunt.

“And what happened to my hand? I hit you and it breaks! Then I wake up and feel nothing but you wrapped it.”

“I wrapped it in case it didn’t take.”

“What didn’t take?”

Raheem again moved his eyes away from hers, not wanting to say what was needed in order to give her clarity or…confuse her more. “You can’t punch people, Eryanna. You especially can’t punch Stone!”

 

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Chapter 1

Fall 2012

 

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Raheem shook his head. Exhaustion sat on his shoulders as he adjusted his lab glasses on his face. This was so unnecessary he thought as he returned to dissecting the piglet in front of him. His face scrunched up in disgust as he cut the ears off the piglet, holding his breath.

“Raheem?”

He looked up, his eyes taking in his instructor, way too young to be a professor he thought, as she walked over to where he was alone at his table.

This was a disposition for Professor James, never in her five years of being at the University of Texas Southwestern had she ever experienced the emotions that her senior Raheem June established inside of her. She was a strong woman, well, she found herself to be before she began to fantasize about the quiet, straight A student that silently took over her classroom. He didn’t have to speak, didn’t have to move in any manner, his presence… and his presence alone, made her very much so aware of him.

He pushed his black rimmed glasses up his face before he licked his thick pink lips, unknowingly causing heat to pool between her legs. His mocha colored skin on his face stretched as his honey colored eyes found her. He looked surprised by her presence as if she hadn’t been in the room when he and the other students entered, as if she was somehow impeding his time. He had this, mysterious, nerdy thing that he did that drove her crazy. A few times, she considered requesting a release in order to get away from him, but she knew that being away wouldn’t relinquish her need for him. She just… needed him.

“Yes, Professor James?”

She wanted to say yes to him, over and over and over…

“Did you- um- need something?”

His question interrupted her thoughts before they could become too impure. Professor James moistened her own lips before she leaned against the table beside him. “Are you ok? Your face was doing this thing.”

Raheem frowned. “What thing?”

Professor James sent a finger around his face, her hand a foot away from him. “This face. I’ve saw it a total of three times within the hour.”

Raheem shrugged. “I’m fine.”

Professor James tilted her head to the side to get a better view of his handsomeness. “Are you sure?”

Raheem tucked his bottom lip, subconsciously putting his dimples on display before he allowed his frown to take residence on his face. “I don’t understand what dissecting a pig has to do with this class.”

“You mean Anatomy?”

Raheem placed the scalpel down before he turned to her. “Yes, Anatomy. This is class is supposed to be about the anatomy of a human being, not a pig.”

Professor June stood straight. “The other students don’t seem to be having a problem with it, Mr. June.” God! Even his name is sexy. “I can um- give you a pass on the assignment if that’s what you need.”

Raheem shook his head with a grin. “The assignment is done.” He reached down to remove his glove before he looked back at her. “I had that done in the first half hour of class; I’ve just been…back here bored.”

Professor James nodded with a small smile as she looked around the classroom. “Well, we used a pig because; we can’t really practice on humans. I understand my class is slow paced.”

Raheem shook his head, dismissing her claim before he spoke, “Nothing about this class is slow. It’s one of the more entertaining ones that I have. Oh, after this I have Athletics, I just loveeee Athletics,” he spoke with sarcasm, causing Professor James to smile at him.

“Is that your last class of the day?”

“Of the week,” Raheem corrected. “Thank God for that. I don’t think I could handle anything else this week.”

“Have you found a residency?”

Raheem nodded before he stepped back from the table, grabbing his bag off the floor. “I have a few that I’m looking into; I don’t have anything exactly set yet. Hopefully soon.”

Professor James stood straight, running her palms down the front of her skirt. “How come you haven’t emailed me about a letter of recommendation?”

Raheem smiled. “I know that you are a busy woman, didn’t want to create extra for you, but if you have the time to draw one up for me, that would be more than appreciated.”

Professor James nodded her head. “If you want to come back after your last class, I can give it to you then. I have some things that I need to finish up, so I’ll be here.”

Raheem pinned her with a stare, causing her to fidget slightly under his gaze. “You’ll have it ready for me in that short amount of time?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice low, her eyes glancing around at her other students. “I know you need it as soon as possible so, I can have it for you today. Just come back and I’ll have it.”

Raheem took a step to move from behind the table that he was standing at, bringing himself closer to her. “Should I shoot you a text before I come? I would rather not just show up here. You may be busy with another student; something else may have come up.”

Professor James was shaking her head before he completed his statement. “Nothing will come up. Please feel free to call, but I can assure you, nothing will come up.”

“Fine. Then I’ll come back after my last class.” Raheem nodded his head before he walked by his Professor to leave the classroom, heading to his next class.

Raheem didn’t think popping up on a teacher was appropriate, even if she borderline insist that he do just that, so he sent her a text, asking if it were ok for him to come. His reply came back in the form of a text that stated, I told you it was ok to just come, Mr. June. So, he took that as his sign to proceed in his route across campus. It was the middle of the day and still the first month of his last year of school, students weren’t exactly taking class seriously at this point. The party season was still very much so in full effect at BCM, so Raheem wasn’t surprised that off campus looked like one huge extravaganza. Meanwhile, his overly attractive Anatomy teacher was making him dissect piglets. She was “Professor Serenity James,” Raheem groaned as he pulled open the door to the main medical building, walking towards the back. Room 206. He knocked on the room door before peeking his head in. Professor James sat behind her desk, her face buried in her phone as she replied to messages that were sent with an urgent tag to them, but she knew nothing that was coming from the person texting her was urgent or important. Surely, not as important as him.

“See, I texted,” Raheem stated as he stepped into the classroom. “… I texted and you still look busy.”

Professor James stood from her desk with a smile; she powered her phone completely off and placed it in her top draw before she stepped around the desk. “Looks are deceiving because I’m not busy at all.” She grabbed the very detailed letter off her desk and handed it to him.

Raheem eyed her for a moment before he took the letter. He went to read it, but decided against it, letting the letter settle by his side. He tilted his head slightly to look at Professor James. “I know it’s rude to ask a lady certain questions, this one being a major no-no, but I have to because it’s driving me crazy.”

Professor James released a chuckle before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Whatever it is, I promise not to get upset.”

“You promise?”

Shifting in her stance, she crossed her fingers in the manner of a swear and nodded.

“How old are you?”

“I’m forty,” Professor James provided softly. “I’m an old lady.”

“That’s not old,” Raheem declined. “That isn’t old and you sure in the hell don’t look old.”

Professor James blushed as Raheem lifted the letter to his face to read it. She heard him chuckle a few times before he removed the letter from blocking her vision of his handsome face. “You kind of exaggerated, huh?”

She tucked her lip in a girl like manner before shaking her head, denying his claim. “Nothing on that paper is embellished. You have the highest GPA in my classroom, no tardiness or absences at all. You are attentive to detail, always having manners, always here, present and ready. I did not stretch anything. Everything there is the truth.”

“Let’s see,” Raheem began to read the letter. “Timely, efficient, passionate about his studies…”

“Again,” Professor James stated, expressing herself with her hands. “Not one lie on there.”

Raheem eyed her before he took a step closer to her. “How would you know how passionate I am about my work?”

Professor James clenched her lips together before she exhaled. “It’s reflected in your work, Mr. June. Your attention to detail, your need for understanding, the fact that you knew we had no reason to dissect a piglet outside of my need to be a little bit extra when it comes to this course.”

Raheem smiled down at her, adjusting his bag on his shoulders. “Well, this letter is appreciated. I know your name carries a little weight in this field.” His eyes narrowed. “Why did you do it? Better yet, why were you so willing to do it?”

Shrugging, Professor James moved to stand behind her desk. “I see potential in you, and I wanted that to be expressed in the letter. Don’t think too much into it.”

Raheem smirked. “That’s hard to do. I find your words about me very impressive and alluring in a sense.”

Professor James looked up at him, her defense against him crumbling every second. She planned to speak to him about his future and the fact she had a place in mind for him for his externship.

“You are extremely beautiful to me,” Raheem spoke in a low voice as he allowed his eyes to take her in, forging the image of her into his mind while he openly gawked at her. He began to imagine what she would look like with no clothes on, that image made him step into her personal space, behind her desk. “You are breathtaking, have you been made aware of that?”

Raheem didn’t have much experience when it came to the opposite sex, but he wanted his professor in a way that maybe he shouldn’t. He wasn’t usually this forward, but he knew she was dealing with the same exact thing that he was dealing with. Lust. On a level that he was not accustomed to, but he didn’t want to allow this moment that he had with her to escape. Feeling audacious, he began to remove his bag, allowing it to hit the floor. “Serenity…”

Professor James felt the air of her next breath get trapped in her throat before her eyes connected with Raheem’s. He spoke her first name with so much familiarity that it caused goosebumps to form on her skin, the fine hairs covering her body stood at attention for him. This was bad; nothing good could come from it. Nothing.

In a strained voice, one she knew was struggling to reject the man in front of him, she spoke, “Pro-Professor James actually works just fine, Mr. June. If there wasn’t anything else you needed then we could-”

“Come on,” Raheem stated with a boyish smile. “You gonna stand here and act like you don’t want me as much as I want you?”

“Want me,” Serenity expressed with wide eyes. “I’m literally- I’m old enough to be your mother, not only that… I’m your professor, Mr. June.”

“A Professor that I find attractive as fuck and I know the feeling is mutual.” Raheem moved back to walk across the room, back to the door, he slid the locks into place before he turned to face her. “Just…take your clothes off.”

Serenity shook her head with tenacity. “We can’t do this! Raheem, please just leave.”

Raheem walked over to her, straight into her personal space, his hands at her waist. He licked his lips before he grabbed her tighter, causing her to gasp. “When was the last time someone made you come, Serenity?”

Serenity pushed him back, her hand at the center of his chest as she moved backward until she couldn’t move anymore, stalled by the dry erase board. “Raheem…”

“Tell me,” Raheem growled, his animalistic nature rising up inside of him as his hand moved up her blouse.

Professor James grabbed at his hand, her focus lost as he bent down to kiss her neck, his tongue pressing against the lobe of her ear as his hand continued in its route to her breast. When his finger tips came in contact with the lace fabric, he quickly pulled it down, pushing it to the side so his palm could come into contact with her.

Serenity closed her eyes, fighting with all she had to get Raheem off of her, but if she was being honest with herself, she knew she didn’t want him to move. She wanted his hands all over her, his mouth. She wanted his dick inside of her, deep. Touching places that it should not, but she wanted it… so fucking bad. Her body was winning the fight it was having with her mind.

Raheem didn’t want to give her time to think too hard, so he grabbed her, picking her up before he turned and placed her on the desk. His lip took hers in a kiss that Serenity felt down to her core, so much so that she released a cry into his mouth as he reached between her legs to rip her panties off. Raheem stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans before he used those same fingers to unbuckle his belt.

Serenity reached for his hands to still him, but slipped when she felt suction on her neck. She felt her pussy become wetter as his tongue moved all over the sensitive area below her chin, kissing and sucking before biting. She was so wet; she knew he would discover that soon and use it to his advantage. It didn’t take him long.

“Got damn it, Serenity,” Raheem groaned as he moved his fingers from her thigh to her womanhood, using her wetness to coat his finger before he took two of them and entered her.

Serenity released a gasp that slid into a cry as he worked his fingers into her, his hands in her and on her, her mind racing, scared and worried, but he wouldn’t allow her to get lost in her thoughts, his touch was too present.

As his fingers played in her, his thumb massaged her clit. It had been so long since Serenity had been handled in this manner, her body was so in tune with him. She was coming before her mind could process what was happening.

She clenched her teeth, holding on tight to the front of his shirt before her head fell back.

“Ughhhhhhh fuckkk,” she cried as the sounds of her wetness bouncing off the walls, filled her classroom. She used one hand to grip the desk but the dampness of her palm caused it to slip. Raheem moved with her, grabbing her thighs as they shook around him. Her skin was flushed red; his name was still ringing in his ears from when she screamed it. He pushed his pants down as she continued to whimper. He felt around her entrance a moment before he grabbed his dick, without regard to anything, he pushed into her.

Her mouth fell open, he name being produced from her in a shocked, broken whimper. “Ra- heem!”

Raheem stilled, closing his eyes slowly at the feel of her. Nothing…not shit felt better than Serenity. “Serenity,” Raheem half groaned half whimpered as he moved back to look down between them. He moved forward, pushing into her again as she grabbed him, wrapping a secure arm around his neck to hold him. Her thighs shook when he went deep, he could hear her trying and failing to catch her breath. “You want me to stop?”

Why would he ask her that when they’d crossed the line already? She was already torn between what she knew was right and what felt so fucking good to her.

“You don’t want me to stop, Serenity. I wouldn’t stop! Pussy too fucking good to me.”

Raheem grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the desk as he increased his tempo inside of her. Serenity tried to form words with her mouth but everything failed her. All she could do was feel him, thick, deep and throbbing inside of her. She didn’t need to see his dick to know that it was big, veins running down it, thick and long. She felt everything every time he pushed into her.

She felt her womanhood hug and release him with every stroke. It wasn’t voluntary; it was a natural reaction to how deep he was inside of her. She clung to him, her breathing labored as her body worked to accept his deepness, his roughness, his…everything.

Raheem gripped her tighter, growling as he arched his back to dig deeper into her. Serenity whimpered as she released him, trying to get away and get closer at the same time. She lay back on her desk, knocking off documents as Raheem continued his assault on her body. Her eyes closed, her back arched, her body hummed at his fingertips before she began shaking again.

“Come for me, Serenity.”

She did.

Her body yielded to him.

Her mind shut down.

Her legs quaked.

Her eyes popped open, looking up at the ceiling.

She closed her mouth, trying and failing to halt her scream.

It forged through.

“RAHEEM!”

Raheem looked down at her pretty ass face as she came, her hands trying to push him out of her but he wouldn’t…couldn’t stop.

He got a view of his dick, covered in her cream as it entered her, pulling at her core, trying to snatch another orgasm.

“Raheem, I can’t!”

“Give it to me!”

“Please…it’s too-”

White noise. Deafening.

Her core caved as he pressed his thumb to her clit. Her entire body went limp, her dry mouth hanging open as he dipped, pressing into her core at an angle that made her legs go limp. She had nothing to fight him with. Nothing.

“Like that,” Raheem coached. “Give me one more.”

Serenity tried to grab at him but she was weak, her entire body no longer under her operation. She wanted to scream when she felt her orgasm creep up her spin but she didn’t have the strength. She just groaned, the veins in her neck popping out as her head went back on the desk, her hair providing a pillow for the attack. Her senses seemed to mush together. She could feel him everywhere, like he was larger than the room when in reality, he was just inside of her.

“Please Serenity…one more.”

He was trying to kill her.

His desire to see her come undone for him overshadowed everything else including logical thought. He just wanted to see her come, it was an event. One of monumental influence and his desire to be in the audience grew when he saw her eyes squeeze shut, her neck stretch back and a scream rock her vocal cords.

Raheem determined then that seeing her come would be something he chased after with everything in him. Regardless of caution, despite the fact that being with her was risky. He needed to see her…like this. Often.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dejunza: (Day-gun- Zuh) The Planet of Melanin and Royalty.
 
Dejunza is a place of complete power. A planet filled with melanin and greatness driven to the core of it’s roots. There is peace, love, joy, and support in Dejunza. But there is also pain, contest, and a source of forsaking. Every other year in Dejunza, two offspring’s of the royal kingdom are sent to Earth in order to live a complete life. This is used as a form of regulation and population control.
Pairs are sent to find their idea of happiness and absolute joy. To some, that will be finding a person to love until old age, for others that will just be a child to cater to until death. Then there will be others that rebel against the plight and go to Earth with the intent of causing harm. Once selected by The Bell, their Dejunza name is then converted into an Earthly one, they are provided an identity based off of their age and the development of their being at the time.
 
Thunderstorms create pathways to a new realm. In book one of the Dejunza Series, you meet Abioye and Akemp, also known as Gyntry and Gypsey, the Princes of Dejunza. The Princes of Royalty.
Gypsey and Gyntry never thought they would be selected by the Bell, though they became eligible at the age of 100. They are the princes of Dejunza and hold royal status, so surely The Bell would not choose them. But it does. The Twins of Dejunza are thrust into a lifestyle and time that is lightyears ahead of them. They have no idea how Earth works or what is required of them. They form their being by interacting with the people of Earth, developing their language, demeanor, personalities, and ideas. Gyntry adapts an urban dialect, fastly learning to enjoy the fruits that Earth has to offer, whereas Gypsey fights to gather an identity. He is trapped in darkness due to the unhappiness of his soul mate, a woman that he never met. Both men face challenges that they are not prepared for. They battle with keeping their true identity hidden from the people they form relationships with while fighting the natural pull of love and lust.

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Ashura is returning to work but not in the way that we would expect.

Ashura placed a kiss on Zaire’s cheek before she stood up out of the car to look at Anthony. He was pouting and though he was a grown man that should not be pouting at all, Ashura had to admit that it was cute on him.

“What time you plan on getting off and shit”, Anthony asked as he looked through the backseat mirror to check on Zaire before he turned his glare to his wife.

Ashura chuckled before she got on her tip toes to kiss him. “Babe, I’m just getting things back up and running, it’s going to take a minute for things to settle. My nights will be a little longer but I want you to be patient with me.”

Anthony huffed. “I get that shit but I mean- what’s a man to do when he be missing his wife and shit. Can you like ask someone else to handle the extra shit and you just focus on getting yall some cases to work.”

“It’s my second week at this firm”, Ashura mumbled.

“Trust me, I know. I don’t need you to tell me that shit. You still haven’t answered my question though.”

“I’ll try to wrap things up by ten tonight.”

“Ten!” Anthony didn’t like that sound of that. “Hell nah! Fuck that! Yo ass gone have that shit wrapped up by seven and Zaire and I will be out here waiting for you. She gone need some milk because you didn’t pump enough for you to stay here til ten.”

“But you can just…”

“I ain’t giving her none of that powder shit!”

“It’s formu…”

“Yup and you can keep that shit. My baby ain’t drinking that poison. Fuck kind of milk come in a powder form? Shit is not normal!”

“Babbbbeee…”

“Zaire gone need milk and I’m gone need some pussy, we’ll be back to get you at seven! Im about to go take Zaire to see my parents because ma been begging me to bring her by then we going back to the house to kick it and wait until six.”

Ashura inhaled before she shrugged. “Ok, whatever.”

She went to walk off but Anthony grabbed her. “When do you plan on meeting my parents?”

Ashura exhaled. “I don’t know when I’ll be ready.”

“You’re my wife and the mother of my child. I won’t be able to hold my mother off for too much longer, love. She wants to meet you.”

“Anthony, you know I-.”

“I know, I understand and I’ve been extremely patient. We’ve been married for almost a year, how long do you expect my family to wait to meet my wife?”

“They see Zaire.”

“And don’t know where she came from. Think I’m some hoe that’s making up a story of being married.”

Ashura’s head dropped before she looked back up at him. “Can you just…give me a minute or two. Like, I just need a little more time.”

“How much time?”

Ashura kissed Anthony. “I promise”, she mumbled, staring into his eyes. “I’ll meet them soon. I want to meet them you know that, it’s just that, it’s a big step for me.”

Anthony pulled her to him, accepting her arms as she wrapped them around his waist. He reached up, pushing her wild hair away from her face and kissing her deeply. “I understand. I always understand. Just…think about when so that I can get my mother off my back. She wants to meet you.”

Ashura consented. “Baby, I want to meet her to. I love you and I know that me meeting your parents has to happen sooner than later. I’m sorry that-!”

“Don’t start that shit, you always apologizing. I’ll handle my parents. You just focusing on getting as much work done as you can so that you’re outside and waiting for me at seven.”

With that, Anthony kissed Ashura and grabbed her ass as if they weren’t standing in the middle of busy downtown Dallas. “Don’t be in that bitch flirting with the paralegals like you did me.”

“I did not flirt with you. I was a professional. You on the other hand, start fucking the client that you were sent to kill.”

Anthony’s smile dropped. He hated when she talked about why he was in her life in the beginning. He never planned to hurt her, she knew that, yet she still decided to make jokes like this. “Ashura, I hate when you do that shit.”

Ashura threw her head back and laughed. “Calm down, Killa.”

“Ha-ha, very funny!”

“I love you!”

Anthony turned his head when she tried to kiss him which caused her to laugh and grab his face, forcing a kiss on him. “Stop being like that”, Ashura fussed.

“You need to stop bringing up old shit. I don’t like it and you know it.”

“Ok ok!”

“I was gone kill you but yo pussy was good. Good pussy saves lives.”

“Oh my God”, Ashura blushed as she pushed herself out of Anthony’s embrace. “Bye!”

“I love you”, Anthony stated through his laugh as he kissed her.

Anthony released her, giving her a smile as she adjusted her briefcase in her hand and walked up the stairs to the building that housed her new office.

Ashura decided that she didn’t want to run the firm this time; she would rather have a team around her, so that she could still focus on being a wife and a mother. It took a lot convincing when it came to Anthony allowing her to go back to work, she couldn’t even apply for a position until Zaire was six months. It didn’t take long for her to be offered a job and she flew back to work as soon as she could, still attempting to get into the swing of things.

Ashura walked up the stairs into the office building that she worked in with a smile on her face. This smiled wasn’t forced, it was genuine and she felt good.

She greeted the man at the security desk with a rushed good morning and nod before she took the elevator to her floor. She entered her office and placed her briefcase down taking her seat.

A knock on her door got her attention. She smiled when she saw one of the other partners, Vanessa Styles. THE Vanessa Styles, once her biggest competitor, now her co- worker.

Ashura waved her in.   “Good Morning!”

“Good Morning, Boo!” Vanessa greeted.

Vanessa was shocked as hell when the resume of Ashura Trenton came across her desk. She didn’t know what happened to her firm, didn’t care. She had made several attempts to get Ashura to join teams with her and was head over hills excited about that fact that she had finally joined forces. If she had learned anything about Ashura, it was that it was better to be with her than against her. “I know you don’t want to see my face this early but I just wanted to make sure you got the things I sent you.”

Ashura laughed before she nodded. “I did and its fine that your in here this early. I was just going to look over them.”

“No rush”, Vanessa stated. “I was just making sure you got them. How are you settling in?”

Ashura licked her lips. “I’m settling. I think I need to get used to use being on the same team.”

Vanessa folded her hands together in a praying manner. “Pretty please get used to it? I need you, girl! I need you here with me!”

Ashura laughed and waved her off. “I think I will settle just fine. No worries.”

“Listen”, Vanessa let out, “You single handedly almost killed this firm. Snatching everybody and they momma. I need you on my side. This firm is just as much mine as if is yours. I don’t care that I started it. Its yours as well. Got it?”

Ashura inhaled. “Got it.”

“Good.” Vanessa turned to leave before she stopped. “Oh um…your husband called and told me…”

“Oh my God”, Ashura exclaimed.

“…said that I am to kick you out of her at seven. So…yeah. We doing lunch?”

Ashura shook her head. “I can’t believe that man called you! Sure, we can do lunch!”

“Cool!”

Ashura laughed as Vanessa left, shaking her head at Anthony’s dramatics. She grabbed her phone off the desk and exhaled before dialing a number.”

We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.

We’re sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.

Ashura disconnected the call and placed her phone on her desk before she took in a breath. She had gotten everything in her parents’ old house disconnected. Anthony was handling the selling of the property because even though it had been years since they’d been gone, she knew she wasn’t ready for that. Ashura vowed that she would let go of past hurt. Hearing that the number was disconnected put a lot of things in perspective for her, they were gone and there was nothing that she could do about it.She glanced out of her office window, the sun shining bright in the sky, kissing her skin in a low caress. She would be ok. Eventually, she would be ok.

Happiness For Big T.

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This is a short scene that reflexes the moment that Big T is reunited with his family after his death. #BlackLivesMatter

 

Big T glanced around, almost confused as to how he got here. Then he remembered seeing his wife’s face before losing sight of life as he knew it. He stood in what seemed to be a long hallway, crisp white walls surrounding him. He looked behind him and saw nothing but darkness. A dark, shallow space that didn’t seem to have an ending at all. 
He frowned and placed his hand over his brow trying to see beyond the light that seemed to be blinding him. 
“They got a nigga”, he spoke in a low voice as he turned to look at the darkness behind him.
For some reason, it seemed more tempting to him. It felt more like what he had been experiencing since he lost his family.
Already, he missed Kwame and Jayda. He wanted to comfort Jayda because he could still hear her screams, echoing in his ears. He needed to let Kwame know that he would be good, after all, this he would be ok. But he wasn’t able to do any of that. 
Deciding that he would be better off in the darkness, he turned to go into it.
“Daddy?”
Big T looked into the darkness, hearing his baby girl call his name, causing a big smile to spread across his face. 
He turned back around, covering his brow to block the light again and he tried to look into it.
“Come this way, daddy!”
Big T squinted his eyes as his daughter’s voice floated through the air toward him. 
He couldn’t see her. “Gabrielle?” He called out, searching for his daughter. He began to walk toward the light. 
“I’m here, daddy”, Gabrielle stated as she ran, full speed toward her father, trying her hardest to get to him. She missed him so much! She’s been begging her mother to see him but she would always say that GOD wasn’t ready for him yet. Gabrielle was tired of that excuse. She just wanted to see her daddy! She was so thankful that GOD was finally ready for her daddy.
Ira heard her daughter calling out her father’s name and confusion clouded her thoughts as she watched her sprint into the direction of the unknown. The area where people who were new to heaven, had to make their decision to come to the light or fade into eternal darkness.
“Gabrielle, get back here”, she called out as her daughter ran full speed into the unknown.
“I gotta go get daddy, momma! Daddy’s here!”
Ira ran behind her daughter, moving past the people who were singing and dancing and trying to get to Gabrielle before she went too far.
Ira hit the corner and had the wind knocked out of her at the sight before her. 
There on his knees, holding their daughter in his arms, was the love of her life. She covered her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes. 
“Terrance?”
Big T looked up at his wife, as beautiful as the day that he laid eyes on her and smiled. “My Ira.”
“What are you doing here?” Ira asked as she ran to him.
Big T smiled as he pulled his wife into his arms. “I guess GOD was ready for a nigga.”
Ira shook her head. “You can’t talk like that up here?”
“I just said nigg-”
“But you can’t, you get sent away for things like that.”
Big T inhaled. “I definitely don’t want to get sent away.”
Ira smiled as more tears gathered in her eyes. “I can’t say that I’m not happy to see you, Terrance.”
“I love you, Ira!”
“I love you more, Terrance!”
“Oh daddy”, Gabrielle said as the entire family began to walk into the light. “Can you do that piggyback thing that you do? Oh, and can we sing together? Daddy, do you know how to sing? Momma doesn’t do well.”
Everything seemed right for Big T. Everything seemed…perfect.

 

 

#TeaserTuesday “You Should Be Naked…” – Deshon Dreamz

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Hey, Guys!!

This Teaser Tuesday is dedicated to the anthology that I will be apart of titled, “I Like My Kisses Down Low”. Super excited and honored to be a part of this book, alongside such amazing writers.

 

© Copywrite 2017 Deshon Dreamz, subject to change.

A Taste of the Control Freak…

 

“Six…Nine?”

Nina was slightly freaked out by the room number, but she quickly decided to push that feeling back into the pit of her stomach.

“Don’t be boring. Don’t be boring, lame Nina.” She coached herself before taking in a deep breath through her nostrils. She was a nervous wreck, that feeling being offset by her curiosity. More than anything else, she was tired of working as hard as she did as a child protective services caseworker for the city of Dallas and going home to do nothing but be dull. Not ever playing or enjoying the fruits of her labor. She was too young, a mere twenty- six, to be all work and no play. She wanted to get out, even if it was just to dance and sip on something strong. Maybe entertain someone of the opposite sex in hopes that she made herself presentable enough to get asked out on a date.

She gnawed on her bottom lip before she knocked on the door of the penthouse suite. Again, she pondered on the door number. “How is room sixty- nine all the way up here?”

Before she could dwell on it too long, the door of the room was swung open. The person on the other side of the door wore a mask, which made Nina frown.

“Ummm…”

The lady smiled behind her mask as her eyes roamed over Nina. Her mouth watered. Nina was thick as hell. Full breast that was begging to be released from behind the restraints of her cream dress that hung on to every curve of her full body to perfection. Nobu, the host of the evening, wanted to taste Nina. Every inch of her full-figured chocolate covered body. She could tell she was a first timer; she had on far too many clothes.

“Hey girl,” Nina greeted awkwardly. “I was um…looking for a coworker of mine. Her name is Angie; she invited me, told me to mention her name at the door.  I-I um…don’t know what time this thing started but she told me to get here at eleven. In my head I was like, why the fuck the party starts so late?” Nina laughed in her discomfort, “but ummm…nonetheless, here I am!” Nina licked her lips before tucking her bottom on into her mouth.

Not wanting to scare Nina off, Nobu removed her mask and smiled. Nina’s eyes danced around Nobu’s face, taking in her natural beauty.

“Your friend Angie is here”, Nobu supplied with a smirk.

“Oh, ok.” A frown covered Nina’s beautiful face. “So, can I um…come in or?”

Nobu inhaled. “I would love nothing for but for you to come inside but I want to make sure that you are clear on what kind of party this is.”

“Ummm ok.”

“Well, Nina. The first thing that I determined, which would make you stick out like a sore thumb is, you have on too many clothes.” Nobu smiled as Nina’s eyes rounded before she spoke, “Shit Nina. You should be naked.”

Nina drew back. “Bitch what?”

Nobu smiled harder. “You shouldn’t have on clothes.”

“But clearly, I do and clearly this ain’t my type of party sooooo, I’m out. Tell Angie freaky ass that I came, saw, and left!”

Nina went to storm off, but when she turned, she collided with a strong, solid chest. Her arms went out to try to grab him, but her footing slipped and she landed into the arms or Nobu. Something, she didn’t know what immediately, gave her complete comfort in her position. Yet, she straightened. Standing out of Nobu’s embrace as her eyes took in the man in front of her. He was tall, dark, and mysterious with the demeanor of a King. His eyes, tenebrous, long dreads escaped down his back, pulled into two tight braids. Ample lips and the scent radiating off of him was doing a number on Nina’s common sense. If his fine ass was going into this party, she wanted to be wherever he was going to be. She let her eyes move down him, taking in the fact that he was fully clothes, just as she was.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

Nina blinked. Hard. Not expecting a British accent to come out of the mouth of the chocolate specimen before her.

“I should not have been that close to you.”

Nina swallowed then nodded her head. “It’s fine. I was um…just leaving.”

Nobu watched the exchange between the two and saw this as an opportunity to keep Nina around long enough for her to be able to taste her.

“Nina”, Nobu spoke, voice seductively low, “Come inside. Keep your clothes on, I want you to be comfortable but I don’t want you to leave. This is Dom’s first time here too.”

Nina turned around to look at Nobu, she was a beautiful woman. Too beautiful to be real. Never in Nina’s life, had she felt any type of attraction to a woman, but she could admit that Nobu was beyond beautiful and attractive.

Dom stepped around both Nina and Nobu, glancing back at Nina and licking his lips before he entered the room. Nina’s eyes followed him; her body actually leaned to the side slightly so that her eyes did not lose their connection to him. Nobu released a chuckle as Nina straightened her stance and exhaled her shattered resistance.

“How about an icebreaker”, Nobu suggested.

Nina frowned. “A what?”

“Ice Breaker. Ask me anything you want to ask me and in turn, I get to do what I want to do.”

“What exactly is it that you want to do?” Nina didn’t hide her disorientation from her face.

“I think you are the cutest thing, Nina”, Nobu admitted. “Cute in your confusion and curiosity. I know that something inside of you wants to know what’s going on here. I am more than willing to tell you but if you do leave, I have to at least end the night with a taste of you.”

Nina swallowed, some of her inhibitions evaporating as she did so. “Ok, what is this place?”

Nobu smirked. “You have to first agree to my terms, Nina.”

“What do you want to taste, because I ain’t down for fucking. I mean, not that you’re not beautiful. I mean you are if I was a dude. I’d smash. But I don’t do girls.”

Nobu tilted her head to the side. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No.”

“Then can you honestly say what you don’t do, Nina?”

Nina gave an askance look. “You know what, I’m out.”

Nobu reached for her, pulling her back to her then turning around to press Nina’s back against the door. Nina went to move, but her eyes connected with Nobu’s, hazel in color, with green trimming them, almost hypnotizing Nina.

“Don’t run, Nina. I promise to take care of you.”

Nina closed her eyes as Nobu’s hand moved up her thigh, pushing her coat out of the way before she stepped into her, bringing their bodies together. “You were invited because someone in your life believes that you aren’t living life to the fullest. Someone wants you to let loose, and enjoy yourself in a manner that you more than likely haven’t at this point. You want to know what this is about. It’s about inhibitions. It’s about doing something that you have never done and possibly will never do again. It’s about sex. It’s about orgasms, Nina.”

Nina felt her dress being lifted but she had no recollection of when her panties were pushed to the side. Nobu didn’t want to give Nina time to second guess what was about to happen to her. Her thoughts couldn’t get too far away or she would lose her. She refused to lose her.

“Nina, curious pussy”, Nobu practically moaned against Nina’s lips as she pressed her fingers against her clit. Nobu’s moans mixed in with Nina’s eyes her eyes lowered. “Curious pussy is the best pussy.”

She was wet. Nobu knew she would be. Rather Nina wanted to acknowledge it or not, her curiosity centered on far more than what was behind door number sixty- nine. “I knew you would be wet. I knew you were turned on. Why wouldn’t you tell me that your pussy was wet?”

Nina inhaled, trying to pull her eyes away from Nobu’s but she couldn’t. He felt as if she was under hypnosis, unable to control her body. Unable to fight the pull Nobu seemed to have over her, capturing her in her web in a manner of minutes. She was wet, too wet. Never in her life had she had this type of reaction to a woman. Never.

Nobu reached up with her free hand and ran her fingers through Nina’s hair, landing at the nap of her neck before her hand moved down to caress her breast. Nobu continued to press her fingers into Nina, which caused Nina to moan.

“Beyond this door, you care Control Freak. That’s how you will introduce yourself to people because that is what you are. But tonight Nina, you will do everything but in control. You will be control by me, you will do as I say and you will cum when I tell you to. You will submit to whoever else you are partnered with. You will do what is told of you. Do you understand, Control Freak?”

Nina nodded her head as her body began to tremble.“Open your mouth. Do we have an understanding, Control Freak?”

“Open your mouth. Do we have an understanding, Control Freak?”

Again, Nina nodded her head, but she added a yes into the mix. Nobu smiled as she pulled her fingers from Nina, lifting her fingers to place them at her lips before she stuck her tongue out to taste her. Nobu smiled at Nina’s bewildered expression. Nobu’s expression then turned serious as she gestured her head toward the door of the hotel room. “Please come inside so that I can see you cum. Even if I am not the one giving you orgasms tonight Nina, I want to see it happen. I want to see it happen time and time again. Please, come inside.”

Nina released a breath as her hands reached up to shuffle through her hair. She looked into Nobu’s eyes once more before she turned and grabbed the door knob to the room. “Fuck it”, she mumbled as she turned the knob.

The Ugly Duckling….

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How They Met…

 

The Ugly Duckling….
Cole sat at the back of the classroom with his head in his book. He didn’t want to look up; he knew his eyes would automatically go to her.
Stacy Stendhal, most popular girl in school, also the most beautiful girl in school. His attraction to her was something he would never verbalize. He wasn’t in a position to and though he wanted nothing more, he knew girls like her would never go for a guy like him.
Against his better judgment, he pulled his eyes away from his book and looked up. His eyes rounded in surprise when he saw Stacy looking back up at him, smiling.
Cole was at the back of the class, so he knew there was nothing behind him but a wall, but he looked back, returning her smile with a crooked one of his own.
Her smile wavered slightly as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth, licking her lips at Cole. His confusion settled on his face as his eyes bounced around the classroom, he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t imagining the entire encounter. Things seemed normal but Stacy Stendhal licking her lips and smiling at him was everything but normal.
Cole wasn’t used to getting the attention of girls in school; most times he was looked over for his lack of attraction. His acne riddled skin, bulky frame and more times than any baggy clothes, didn’t really add to his appeal. He lacked confidence due to the corrective braces, covering his teeth. He never had a girlfriend and was completely content with that, that was until Stacy transferred to his school two semesters ago.
The bell rang, indicating the dismissal of class and it wasn’t until this moment that Cole tore his eyes away from Stacy and stood to gather his belongings. His jacket, faded black, a size too big with holes in the pockets was his shield. It was a defense mechanism, something that he used to protect himself from the demons he subconsciously endured throughout the day.
“Hey Cole!”
Cole’s head snapped up, a crooked smile wobbling its way across his face. He struggled to find his voice. “Hi- um, hey Stacy!”
Stacy tilted her head to the side with a faux smile covering her face. “Cole, why are you always so quiet?”
Cole shrugged. “I don’t ever have anyone to talk to. No one ever talks to me.”
“Well”, Stacy spoke, brushing her long wavy hair over her shoulder, “You never make yourself available to talk. Why don’t you sit with me at lunch today?”
Cole slowed in his movements, shocked by Stacy’s statement. “Sit with you?”
“Sure, I don’t see an issue with that. That is unless you don’t want to.”
“No”, Cole interjected. “I would like that. Let’s um…we can go.”
Cole had nerves shooting through him at the rate of a piston, he never imagined being welcomed into Stacy’s personal space, hence him always keeping his distance.
They walked out of the classroom, gaining the eyes of others around them but Cole kept his head down as he moved silently beside Stacy.
Once they made it to the cafeteria, they got in line to get their lunch before taking a seat at the popular table. No one but the elite sat at this table and that fact, made Cole even more uneasy. He wasn’t supposed to be sitting here, yet against his better judgment, he sat his tray down, sitting beside Stacy.
“Ummmm”, Stacy’s friend and co- captain, Heidi stated with her face twisted, “Why is he sitting here? Why are you with him? What the hell is going on?”
“Chill”, Stacy pressed out, “He will be eating with us today.”
“Yeah, but why?”
That question gained Heidi a few chuckles from the others sitting at the table. Cole felt something tugging at his gut, promoting him to move, get himself out of this situation before it became more embarrassing, but it was Stacy. The Stacy. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by, he didn’t know when something like this would happen for him again.
He leaned over to get in Stacy’s ear. “I could sit at the other table. You can just come and talk to me after you finish talking to your friends.”
Stacy shook her head. “No, Cole. Stay here.”
Cole smiled and nodded. “So, what are you…”
“What the fuck?”
Cole along with everyone else at the table turned in time to see Phillip Grand, captain of the football team and Stacy’s rumored boyfriend, standing behind them with a mean mug on his face. His two flunkies, who seemed to be attached to his hip, stood beside him.
“Why are you at our table, Ugly Cole?”
“Don’t call him that”, Stacy defended.
Cole swallowed before he grabbed his tray. “It’s ok, I’ll just move.”
“Nah”, Phillip snapped as he pushed Cole’s tray off the table. “You wanna eat? Eat off the fucking floor!”
Stacy and Cole jumped up as the others laughed, Cole felt as if the walls around him were closing in. He moved to pick up his food from the floor when he felt himself get kicked in the back, causing his body to press the already ruined food between the ground and his t- shirt. By this point, the entire cafeteria was laughing.
Cole scrambled to get off the floor, feeling tears gather in his eyes as he slipped on a banana which caused him to lose the small amount of balance he had.
More laughter. More Pointing. More embarrassment.
“You a fucking coward!”
The laughter seemed to die down a little when Anthony Drake, somewhat of an outsider but far more popular than Cole, stepped into the face of Phillip. “He wasn’t doing shit to you.”
“What’s it to you”, Phillip snapped.
“Not shit”, Anthony supplied. “Stop fucking with him or we gone have a problem. Keep your girl out of his face if you gone get made when he around her. Cole don’t mess with no one. Hell, he half way talks. So, I know she approached him.” Anthony smiled and rubbed his chin. “You mean to tell me, you’re the big bad Quarterback and you can’t keep yo hoes in check?”
“Who you calling a hoe”, Stacy interjected, feeling her plot to make Phillip jealous, backfire.
“That owl!” Anthony answered. “Leave him alone”, Anthony stated as he pointed at Cole who was now standing and dusting food off his clothes. “Mess with him and that’s yo ass. I’ll fuck your hand off so bad that you will never know what it’s like to throw a college ball.”
Phillip swallowed his nerves as Anthony turned around.
“Once they were out of ear shot of everyone, Anthony turned to Cole. “If any of them fuck with you, let me know.”
Cole eyed Anthony suspiciously. “Why? You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you don’t mess with nobody, all yo nerdy ass do is take a million notes in them composition books.
Cole smirked, he was right.
“Come on, man. I got a clean shirt in my locker”, Anthony supplied with a nod of his head.
Cole returned that nod and followed behind Anthony, after a moment of silence, he spoke. “I’m Cole Remington.”
Anthony stopped walking. “Yeah, I know. I’m Anthony Drake.”

“Because that sh** in like two days…” #TeaserTuesday

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You find Ashura & Anthony in Fiji…sharing a moment that neither of them saw coming. Enjoy!!

Teaser is copywritten, unedited & subject to change…all that Jazz!

 

Enjoy!!

“What’s your favorite color?”

Good sex always relaxed Anthony, made him vulnerable and open to things that he wouldn’t normally be open to discuss. Ashura knew that this was the best time to get the intimate details of his life from him, so she took advantage.

“Red, black and white.” Anthony provided freely.

Ashura smiled against his back. He laid flat on his stomach and Ashura rested on top of him softly massaging his back beneath her as the sounds of the ocean echoed around them. Ashura pressed her thumbs into the lower portion of him as her hair blew into her face from the open window. She sat up straight, moving down his back so that she could massage him at a better angle, already missing the heat and comfort being pressed against him provided.

They were fresh off a love making session that put them both to sleep, once they woke, they ate. Returned to the bed to go at it again and now they had fallen into this mellow setting of just relaxing and asking each other questions that they hadn’t bothered to ask before.

“What’s yours?”

Ashura focused on his back, the smoothness of his skin somehow relaxing her even more than she already was. “My favorite colors are pink and turquoise.”

Anthony laughed a low rumble that made her thighs shake slightly. “I knew it was about to be some girly ass colors, shawty.”

Ashura shrugged, “Well, I’m a girl aren’t I?”

“That you are.”

“When is your birthday?”

Anthony stilled as she continued to massage him. Exhaling, “If I tell you, you bet not get all pissed.”

“Why would I get mad about you telling me your birthday, sir?”

“Because that shit in like two days.”

Ashura’s hands slowly came to a stop. “Stop playing, Anthony.”

“Dead ass.”

“That shit like in two days”, she said mocking him. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t make a big deal over birthday’s ma.”

“Why?” Ashura’s voice was low, almost inaudible.

“I just don’t.”

Again, Ashura spoke in a low voice. Using extreme caution to speak on the topic of birthdays when her own birthday was something that she tried to stay away from. “Neither do I.”

“Why not?”

Ashura held her hand down as her hands began moving again, only this time with a slight tremble in them that Anthony took notice of. “I used to love birthdays.”

“What happened, Ashura?”

“I watched my father die and my mother was killed as well. It um…happened at my 30th birthday party.”

Anthony tried to move, to turn to her and see her face but she wouldn’t move. “Don’t, Anthony.”

“We don’t have to talk about that.”

Ashura shook her head. “No, it’s ok. I think I need to talk about it.”

Anthony wouldn’t deny her if it was something that she wanted. He wanted to see her face but he was ok with his position, knowing that she was close to him and he could hold her if he needed to.

“That’s what made me snap, Anthony. I was leaving the house, I was fighting against myself because I was actually going to walk out and let Vince live but he…he confessed. Told me that he had my party shot up, wanted everyone dead including Nacobi and I. He wanted me and everyone that I loved dead.” Ashura stopped speaking in order to keep her emotions together. “Sometimes I wished I would have died. I wouldn’t have to deal with this pain every day. I was so lost, Anthony. I watched my dad die and I buried my mother but I called her, every day, every morning from the day after she died to the day that Vince confessed to having her killed. I paid the phone bill for two years, paid all the bills for two years, just to hear her voice. Just to…feel close to her. Everything..I love either gets snatched from me or leaves. I..don’t know what I do wrong. It’s like all the shit I did in my past is haunting me. It’s like…I’m a virus or-“

“Get up!”

Ashura shook her head as a single tear slid down her face, landing on his back.

“Come on, ma”, Anthony stated as he shifted, hearing her soft sniffles turn into deep sobs. She moved back off of him and sat on the bed, covering her face, moderately embarrassed by her breakdown.

Anthony grabbed her hands and pulled them from her face, she held her head down until he reached under her chin and made their eyes connect. “What did I tell you, Ashura? You don’t need to hide from me. You don’t have to fight me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You sure in the hell have no reason at all to be sorry.” He wiped her face with his thumbs, speeding up his pace as more tears fell from her eyes. “I hate these shits”, Anthony mumbled, his face tight as he fought hard to clear the wetness from her face. “Shit is like the worst thing ever created.”

Ashura smiled through her tears as she assisted him with cleaning her face, red rimmed puffy hazel eyes looking at him, snatching his soul in the process. He gripped her angelic face, placing kisses all over it before he pecked her lips over and over and over. Until he was content. Until her tears somehow vanished. “You’re not a virus. Not at all. You love Ashura, you love hard and you love deep and sometimes that clouds your judgment of people. Vince was a predator. He saw that you loved him, made you fall in love with him and he did this shit to you. That’s why I understand you not wanting to let me in so quickly. It’s hard for you and I get it that’s why I’m patient. That’s why I care about you anyway. I don’t care about none of the shit you did in your past because who the fuck am I to judge you. While your parents were here, you loved them. You were a great daughter to them. That’s what you remember. That’s what you cherish because that’s the shit that matters. Nothing else. You hear me?”

Ashura nodded her head before more tears pooled in her eyes and before she knew it she was crying again but this cry was a cleanse. A cleanse that was long overdue. She felt Anthony moving, shifting to lay on his back and pulling her into his arms as she just cried. For her mother. For her father. For her loved ones that she lost. For her past. For her future. Even for Vince. She didn’t know what kind of demons he was dealing with that made him the monster that he was but she knew it had to be something deep. Unrelenting. To change him in the manner that he changed.

In this moment, she felt peace. GOD provided peace. The ocean provides peace. The slow, steady movements of Anthony’s hand in her hair, provided peace. So she rested.

Book One of Relationship Status is #FREE this weekend! #MarchMadness

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Hey!! Because I love you guys and its #MarchMadness I wanted to give you something fun, loving, and a little bit crazy to read! Sooooo…

Book one of the best selling series Relationship Status is completely #FREE this weekend!! Meet Keyton, Lemonte and Demarco as they go through the ultimate test of love, pain and life.

 

Three Couples….Three Journeys…One….Destination! Love should feel euphoric…right? Tori has loved the same man for what seemed like her entire life. High school sweethearts, Keyton, and Tori find themselves married and deeply in love with each other. With a list of broken promises and lies being told by Keyton; Tori finds herself at a crossroad. Does she stay and try to salvage her marriage with the love of her life or move on from all of the pain and turmoil that being with Keyton have brought her? How can you keep loving someone that causes you pain? How do you stay in a place that you know is a dead end… literally? TaNia is as independent as they come, thick and beautiful! She keeps her business in order and doesn’t depend on anyone for anything. After losing her father, she moves back home to take care of her mother, which is taking a lot of adjusting on her part. In the midst of all the changes her life is taking, Lemonte is on a mission to make her his. He kept his eye on her over the years and he’s done with just being her friend. He wants more… a lot more, whether TaNia is ready for that or not! Winter has always depended on someone, whether it was her parents or the man she was in a relationship with. She no longer wants to be that girl, so she makes some changes and learns to stand on her own two feet. She lives a lifestyle that she is not particularly proud of, but it makes her goals and dreams that much easier to accomplish. Her parents are traditional and old school so she hides her life from them, but when she lands in the scope of a Demarco, she has to make a choice between love and comfort.

Excerpt!!!

 

 

One Year Ago

Tori

            “It’s freaking cold”, I groaned as I walked down the street to my car.

I called Keyton’s phone for the twentieth time, just to have my call go straight to voicemail. I shook my head as I slid my phone back into my pocket. I was starting to wish I got dropped off. Texas weather was always crazy. I didn’t know whether to wear a jacket or shorts. You just dressed neutral and prayed the temperature didn’t drop. As I walked swiftly to the student-parking garage, I smiled as I saw my car. I pushed the button to start the engine as I continued walking. I was so happy this day was over. I wrapped my jacket tighter and slid my hand over my stomach. I still remember the shock of finding out I was three months pregnant. Key was so excited, and so was I. I couldn’t wait to meet our princess.

My steps slowed as an eerie feeling washed over me. I wondered where everyone was. We had exams coming up, so I knew I wasn’t the only one that stayed late to study. It was so quiet. I  quickened my pace to my car as the feeling grew heavier. When I finally made it, I exhaled and quickly opened the door to get in. Thank God, for push start and heated seats.

As soon as I was in, I laid my head back on the headrest as I placed my bags in the passenger seat. I looked down at my ringing phone, rolling my eyes as I picked it up.

“About time you called back, Keyton! What the fuck was you doing that prevented you from answering the phone?”

“Where you at? School? Your parents? Where are you?” The urgency in his voice sent chills down my spine. Goosebumps formed on my skin as fear crept into my heart.

“I’m at—”

Before I could complete my sentence, I was snatched out of my car. The scream I wanted to release got caught in my throat as I struggled against the strength of the person that grabbed me.

“Don’t fight me, bitch. I’ll break your fucking neck,” he growled as he grabbed my hair, successfully pulling me completely out of the car and threw me to the ground.    “Beat the life out of this bitch,” he announced.

I was too scared to look up, but I felt the presence of others. Before I could get a word out, I felt a blow to my face so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. I opened my eyes partially just to see the garage ceiling and four people dressed in all black. “Please don’t! I’m pregnant!”

“Fuck you and that baby bitch,” the man spoke as I heard chains and bats click against the floor of the garage. “Fuck this bitch up!”

I couldn’t describe the pain I felt from the blow of the bat against my arm. I cried out for Keyton in the fetal position trying to protect my unborn child. The pain was unbearable. I could hear my bones cracking and the constant flow of blood from my head falling to the ground. I felt a sharp kick to my back then my stomach as I held her. I tried my best to protect her, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Please stop,” I screamed with all I had. “Keyton!”

“That bitch nigga can’t save you! Fucking with bitch niggas get you put in bitch positions!”

“Somebody please help!” Blood leaked from my mouth and ears. I felt moisture between my legs and I knew I was losing my baby. “Please, you’re going to kill her! Please stop,” I mumbled. “Keyton, help!”

My body went numb from pain as I gave up on ever seeing Keyton again. I gave up on life! I gave up on ever holding and kissing my daughter.  He was my husband. Why wasn’t he here to protect me?

“Pretty bitch ain’t so pretty no more, huh?” One of my attackers spoke as she punched me in the face with brass knuckles repeatedly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep Keyton’s dick wet while you gone, bitch!” The other one swung the bat against my stomach crushing my hands in the process.

“That nigga doesn’t give a fuck about you! Where he at?” The other spoke as she held me down.

The blows came to an abrupt stop as I shuddered on the floor. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as the world around me turned cold.

“You feel that, bitch?” the man taunted. “That’s death! I’ll see you when I make it to hell!”

I felt myself lose consciousness as moisture pooled between my legs. I knew it was blood though I couldn’t see it. I knew I had lost my daughter; I just needed to see her. I wanted to hold her and tell her that I loved her even though I allowed this to happen. She meant so much to me.

 

 

 

Present Day

Keyton

 

“You only care about yourself! You’re selfish and self-centered and I hate you, Keyton!”

My hat was low, covering my eyes that were now red because I was dumb high. I was sitting on the couch in the downtown loft I shared with the love of my life, Tori Dior Miles. My estimate was that she had been yelling for the last thirty minutes. From what I gathered, because bitches be coming up with some shit; some chick from Facebook messaged Tori informing her that I knocked her down. That shit was a lie, but I couldn’t get Tori to believe that. See, I fucked up in the past, and shit hasn’t been right since, but I wouldn’t give up on us. I loved her too much. She was all I knew. Man, this was my heart in front of me; my everything. She was about 5’6”, chocolate with these pretty ass light brown eyes. She looked exotic. The thing about Tori was that though she was beautiful, she didn’t have a conceited bone in her body. Speaking of her body, thick ass curves for fucking days. I liked to think I had something to do with that. She had deep dimples and a perfect smile, rocked a piercing in her bottom lip that only added to her beauty. She wore her hair bone straight, falling to the middle of her back, all hers. I dared a nigga to touch my rib. I was fucking shit up on site. The only issue we had was outside bitches dropping bugs in her ear and that she didn’t trust me as far as she could see me. We been rocking since high school, eight years to be exact, married for five. I locked her ass down as soon as we were legally able to do so. It took  a minute to convince her father, but he eventually gave me his consent. He still thought we were too young to be married, though.

Been through some shit, but I wasn’t messing up home for nobody; Tori was wifey! Point blank period. Even when her ass was flipping out on a nigga, like right now.

“You hate me, baby?” I laughed. I had to do something to keep from snatching her lil ass up. “You say that every day! I don’t want to hear that shit, ma.”

Tori was in my face in seconds. Sexy ass. Even when she was spazzing on me, I couldn’t help but smile because I loved her and all her craziness.  She had this sexy little Boston accent too. I don’t know man. I was crazy about this girl. She could do no wrong in my eyes. Before I knew it, she had hauled off and hit my ass dead in the chest. I had to grab my shit. She was a little violent… shit stung.

“I don’t see anything funny!”

I was still rubbing my chest where she hit me. “Say Tor. Keep your hands to yourself!”

“Fuck you, Keyton!! I do hate yo dog ass! All you do is lie and cheat! Bitches are calling my phone! You even got chicks at my school wanting to fight me and shit all because my nigga can’t keep his dick in his pants! Fuck you!” She screamed at my ass.

Tori grabbed her Coach purse out the chair in the dining room and her keys off the table. We always argued, but she never tried to leave me before.

My heart dropped to my fucking feet.

            The fuck? My high evaporated. I was thrown off. At first, I didn’t know whether I was supposed to stop her or let her leave. She was tired; I could see it, but I couldn’t let her just leave over no bullshit another chick said. I loved her too much. Eight years of loving her and I wasn’t letting her go. I accepted my past fuck ups but this shit here wasn’t on me.

In all the years, I been with shorty, I fucked over her once with one of the strippers at the club. Then, I didn’t even have sex with her; I just let her suck my dick. I knew it was wrong and was planning on telling Tori and dealing with the consequences until the chick approached her one night at the club, talking about how we fucked in my office. It took everything I had to get Tori back after that. She moved out, took all her shit, and changed her number. When I tell you, a nigga was sick! I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I stalked her ass, begged more than a Keith Sweat Greatest Hits Collection until I got her back. I wasn’t losing her again.

She was almost to the door when I stepped in front of her. I was trying to have a chill night, but I had to deal with this shit.

“Aye Tor, how many times I got to tell yo spoiled ass you ain’t leaving shit? We locked the fuck in so put that shit down.”

“Move out my way, Keyton. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not beat for it. Eight years and you ain’t got your shit together yet? I’m done.”

Tori wiped the tears that gathered from her eyes before she returned her gaze to mine. This was fucking with me mentally; the thought of her leaving had me sick to my stomach. I still loved Tori with all of my heart, but I knew things had not been the same between us since that shit went down. I felt like I was losing her.

“You are blowing my high, man.”

“You ruining your own shit. Just let me leave!”

“Fuck nah! Put that down! You all I fucking got! I’m not about to let you just leave because of what some chick said! I come home expecting to get sexed to sleep but no; I walk into this shit. Some bitch said this; some bitch said that, some bitch told you I was fucking the next bitch. Word of mouth ass hoes. You just eat all that shit up! I’m tired of this same shit, Tori!”

She mushed my ass so hard I had to bite into my bottom lip to control my reaction.

“Say! Watch yo hands, baby girl,” I said, licking my lips again. “Don’t touch me unless we fucking…. Are we fucking or nah?”

“It’s a million females in Dallas willing to have yo dog ass! Go fuck one of them!”

I was stressed. “Damn Tori! You my wife! I don’t want any of them, girls, man. Come on now, my dick hard and yo sexy ass yelling in my face ain’t making it no better. I wanna fuck!”

“That’s your problem, Keyton. That’s all you ever want to do. Run the streets, get high, and fuck!”

I shook my head. “This shit for the birds, man.”

We stood there for a moment, neither of us speaking to each other just looking deep into the others eyes.

Tori probably didn’t realize she was crying again until I reached out and wiped her cheek. I looked down at my hand. Her tears were like my biggest enemy. Seeing those shits was worse than facing my haters in the streets. I would rather go to war with a foe than to see her cry.

“Stop that, man. I can’t take it. I ain’t messing around on you, Tori. I messed up in the past, but that was the old me. I love you, ma. A nigga got flaws I ain’t gone front, but the girls out there can miss me with that shit. I ain’t fucking up home for no one time smash. Not again. Not anymore.”

She tried to wipe her face but the more she swiped, the more tears came, falling from her eyes and into my heart.

“You say things like that then do something different. I’m not a fool, Keyton. I know I can’t believe everything that comes out of these women’s mouths but what the hell, Key? I deal with so much already with you not being here all the time. You have the restaurants and the club, now you working on the hotel. You’re rarely here! I’m always by myself or with Nia. I’m your wife, Keyton.”

“I know that, Tori!”

“Then act like it!” She yelled, as she got closer to me. “Keyton, can’t you see I’m tired of this shit? It’s not just these females coming out of nowhere! It’s this marriage! It’s the fact that I don’t get to make love to my husband every night because he always has other shit to tend to! If you were here with me, I could have some kind of defense against all this, but when a bitch tells me she had my dick, I can’t even say no, bitch, because I had that motherfucker last night! I can’t because that would be a lie!”

I didn’t have shit to say because she was right. Everything she was saying was right, and I couldn’t deny that. I couldn’t say a thing.

“Tori, you know I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. Just give me a chance to get some shit together. I’ll be home more, I promise!”

“Fuck your promises, Key. Keep that! I’m starting to believe you just make promises to me to break them. Because they sound good, right?”

I was beyond pissed off at this point. I knew it was a lot of shit that Tori wasn’t saying. I knew what the real issue was, but if she didn’t bring it up, then neither would I.            “Man, what the fuck you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you, Keyton! Not shit!”

I exhaled as I ran my hands down my face. “So what are we doing, Tori?”

She sniffed and wiped her eyes again. “I’m leaving!”

“No you not! So what other options do we have?” I sounded like a bitch, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was in the wrong even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. I didn’t even know the woman she was talking about. I could admit I hadn’t been around lately, but I was trying to put something’s in place for us. I wanted Tori to always be good with or without me.

“Do you still want to have my daughter? Do you even still love me? You’re my wife, been that for five years. Do you still want to be married to me? Do you give a fuck at all, man?” I asked as I looked into her eyes.

“I love you, Keyton. You know that!”

“I hear you say it all the time, but I can’t feel it, Tori. Not since—”

She looked at him sharply. “Not since what? Say it!”

I held my head down. Fuck! My intentions weren’t to bring that shit up, but I knew that was our problem. When she lost our daughter, she changed. The woman I fell in love with was no longer there behind her beautiful eyes. Everything was just blank. Gone. Empty. I loved my wife with every inch of me, but things between us just haven’t been the same. “I’m not going there-”

She bit her bottom lip and stared at me. “Since what, Key?”

“Come on, Tori.”

“Fucking say it,” she cried, pushing me in the chest. I tried to grab her, and she snatched away from me.

“I just know you don’t love me the same,” I said shaking my head.

She ran her hands through her hair and shook her head. “I need you to let me go.”

“I just told you I can’t do that, ma.”

“But that’s not your choice to make, Keyton. I’m leaving.”

“So what that mean, Tori? I asked you if you wanted to keep being my wife? I asked you if you wanted to try again to have the little girl you keep asking me for. I wanna know. Tell me!”

“I can’t live like this, Keyton. I can’t!”

I can’t remember the last time I shed tears, but I felt as if I was on the verge of letting some go now. “But, Ma…You can’t leave me, Tori. You all I fucking got, man. What I’m supposed to do if you ain’t here? Who do I kiss? Make love to? Who gone hold Key down?”

She bowed my head. “Please Key… just let me go.”

I took a few steps closer to her. “Let you go?” I was disgusted with her for saying some shit like that! “And, do what? You got the plan, right? You know everything? Let you go… then what? What a nigga gone do without his heart and soul, Tori? You might as well take that cute ass bedazzled nine you got in your purse and kill a nigga because that’s the only thing you leaving gone do.”

She looked up at me as fresh tears gathered in her eyes. I walked into her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. Soft whimpers came from her lips as she cried harder. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled deeply.

“Why shit gotta be so hard, Keyton?” She asked through her sobs.

“I’m sorry, Tori. I’m trying to make it right, but you gotta give me a chance. I’ll do whatever I gotta do, ma. I can’t lose you.” I planted kisses on her neck and shoulders as I held her. I needed this woman. I knew it and so did she.

 

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Crowned: Return Of A Savage

Synopsis:

Any real hustler knows the unspoken code of the streets is to eat or be eaten, but when it comes to Ashura Trenton, she’s internally battling with herself to either respect the creature that the streets made her or rebel against it. Crowned Queens, an organization that Ashura and Nacobi created when they were freshmen in college, had turned into a lucrative empire right before their very eyes. Young, successful and content with life, Ashura implements the necessary changes to put that lifestyle behind her, but with the power that she’s gained comes a slew of enemies prepared to snatch everything that she has worked for.

Nacobi has always been there for Ashura. Her rider to the point of no return and that will never change. When Ashura gets fed up with Crowned Queens, Nacobi reluctantly follows suit in getting things shut down. However, what they don’t know is that the enemy who is out to get them is closer than either of them would expect.

With love found, love betrayed, and love tainted, the savage that Ashura has fought tooth and nail to keep suppressed is threatening to rear its ugly head. Unbeknownst to the enemy, if the beast is released, they will soon learn why she’s the diva who was Crowned Queen

 

 

 

Excerpt: 

Her…

“Surprise!”

The delight Ashura felt when she looked around the room could not be placed into words. She glanced up, admiring her husband’s handsome face as he gazed at her lovingly. “Happy Birthday, beautiful!”

Blushing, she got on her tiptoes to kiss him in return. “Did you do this for me?”

“I can’t take all the credit. The decorations and food were handled by Nacobi. I was more of an… organizer.”

She looked around again, her eyes landing on her best friend who had on a party hat and was looking at her along with everyone else. “Thank you, Nacobiiii!”

“No problem, boo,” Nacobi said as she walked up and tugged Ashura into her arms. “You old now, bish! Thirty? Lord!”

“Thirty is not old,” Ashura defended as she walked over to her mother and father and hugged them before hugging her aunt, cousins, and the rest of her family and friends that were in attendance. “Literally, everyone is here!”

“Yeah, see, that was all on Vince. I didn’t have time to be calling all these damn people,” Nacobi muttered as she led Ashura over to the drinks.

They were as thick as thieves; they went through and did everything jointly. Since elementary, Ashura and Nacobi had been inseparable, it was a friendship that they both valued to no end. Though Nacobi had never really liked Ashura’s husband, Vince, she tolerated him. If he loved Ashura, then to Nacobi, that was all that mattered.

“Happy Birthdayyyyyy,” Ashura heard her mother sing from behind her.

She quickly turned around and threw herself into her mother’s arms. This woman was the backbone and the molder of everything that was Ashura Trenton-Combs. Outside of Nacobi, she was the only woman that Ashura allowed into her circle.

“Mommmaaaa,” Ashura cooed as she hugged her mother tight. “I’m surprised they got you out of the house.”

“Oh hush,” her mother stated with a wave of her hand. “I wouldn’t miss your thirtieth birthday for anything. You know thirty is a big milestone for a woman. After Vince called and drilled the importance of this day and what it would mean to you if we were all here, I knew I had to come. But, I was already coming anyway.”

“Well, thank you, Momma! Have you eaten and taken your medicine? You know you have to stay on top of that with your diabetes.”

“Honey, hush,” her mother cooed as she wrapped her in her arms around her. “Try to relax, Ashura. You work so hard! Your husband put this together for you. Get loose a little, and let your hair down!”

“Yo momma said get loose, though,” Nacobi added with a smirk. “What you know about getting loose, Mrs. Trenton?”

“Oh, I know a lot, honey,” she stated as she released Ashura. “Have fun!”

Ashura smiled and nodded her head. “Okay! Let’s party!”

“That a girl,” her mother stated over her shoulder as she walked away.

Nacobi turned to Ashura. “This party proves that you’re my only friend! I don’t know half these people!”

“And it’s some suspicious looking motherfuckas in here too, Ashura. Who all these white folk, Shu-Shu?” Nacobi asked, using the nickname she gave Ashura when they were kids. She could never say Uh-Sure-rah, so she just called her Shu-Shu, and it kind of stuck with her.

“Oh, my God,” Ashura rushed as she covered her mouth. “Can you not talk all loud?”

Nacobi continued to look around with her nose turned up. “It’s a lot of white folk in here. I know you married to a white man, but you for damn sure don’t know this many white people!”

“Could you stop?” Ashura cracked.

“I’m just saying, though…”

“You should have called people if you wanted a black party.”

“You know Nacobi’s mean ass wasn’t going to call nobody,” Ashura’s cousin Romeo said from behind them. He hugged Ashura and mumbled a ‘Happy Birthday’ to her as he kissed her forehead and slipped five hundred dollars into her pocket. “She still running from this dick to this day. Gave it to her once, now she scared and shit.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Nacobi spat as she flipped him off. She waited until he was out of earshot before she turned to Ashura. “Your cousin’s dick big as fuck, though.” Ashura scrunched up her face and covered her ears. “Facts only, bruh! I may have to let him sample me one more time then cut him off. I can’t fuck with family, and that’s like family to me.”

“Nacobi, I really don’t care! Romeo is a dog, and you know that, but I love him to death.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to marry him, Ashura. A bitch can settle for good dick and a smile from time to time, can’t I?”

“You absolutely can!”

Nacobi and Ashura shared a laugh as they turned around. The DJ came through the microphone, grabbing the attention of everyone in the event center.

“Happy thirtieth birthday to the very beautiful, Ashura Trenton-Combs. This one is for you, baby girl!”

The sounds of “Before I Let Go” filled the air and Nacobi rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, girl! You old as fuck! This song and Bill Cosby the same age!”

Ashura laughed as she pulled Nacobi to the dance floor. “Shut up and dance with me!”

“But I can’t twerk to this,” Nacobi whined as Ashura pulled her. She was laughing so hard at Nacobi’s crazy self.

“You only use me because your husband can’t dance, heffa. You ain’t slick.”

“Vince can dance!” Ashura defended as she started to snap her fingers.

Nacobi mugged Ashura as she continued to move. “Oh lord, his no rhythm having ass is rubbing off on you! You losing it too, bitch!”

Nacobi shook her head as she continued moving. She wanted her friend to enjoy her party because she deserved to let loose. The last few years of her life had been difficult. Just recently, they both obtained jobs in the fields in which they earned their degrees. For Ashura, that field was law. She had spent the last four years working hard as hell to get her degree, and now that she had it, she was now working hard on opening her firm.

Vince wasn’t good for much in Nacobi’s eyes, but he had supported her best friend through both school and he promised Ashura to give her the startup money to open her firm. Ashura didn’t need the money, didn’t need a red cent of it but she refused to touch the money that they had made together. Nacobi would never understand why she wouldn’t touch the money, being that it was the entire reason that they did what they did, but she had learned a long time ago to not question Ashura about her movements and thought process.

Nacobi decided to be in the moment and enjoy her best friend, but her eyes kept traveling to a man who was standing in the corner looking suspicious.

His demeanor was not that of a person who was there to enjoy a party. Ashura continued to dance, but Nacobi, forever on defense, continued to eye the man. She watched his line of vision and noticed that another man was standing across the room with the exact same demeanor. Something… wasn’t right.

“Ashura…”

Ashura’s head snapped up as she continued to move and dance. Her eyes connected with Nacobi’s and she saw the concern etched across her face. She stopped moving and looked her best friend over as she scanned the party with her dark eyes.

“Something is…”

“Baby girl!”

Ashura flinched as she turned around, her heart increasing its pace. “Daddy! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby girl! I was coming over to ask where you wanted your gifts?”

“Oh, I… it doesn’t matter, Daddy! Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It’s your party, sweetheart! What do you young folks call it? Dirty thirty?”

“That’s right! Dirty thirty! You know me, forever ready to party! I’m trying to get Nacobi’s butt to dance.”

Ashura turned around to Nacobi, taking in the sight of her eyes rounding. “Get down!”

Ashura shifted back around in time to see a red beam painting the center of my father’s head. Before she could react, a single bullet travelled through his skull, splattering blood all over Ashura’s face. She felt Nacobi pull her to the ground and get on top of her as complete chaos erupted inside the small venue. The sound of bullets whipping through the air and ricocheting off the walls echoed in Ashura’s ears as flashes of her father’s death played in her head.

“Nacobi, get off!” she screamed through her tears.

“Stay down, Ashura!”

“I have to get to my daddy!”

Ashura’s cries shattered Nacobi’s heart, but she couldn’t let her get up. She knew Mr. Trenton was gone, and Ashura would be too if she let her up.

“Stay down, Ashura. Just stay down!”

Flinching on the ground, complete fear consumed both friends as they tried to stay as low as possible. As more shots began to ring out, Ashura closed her eyes and prayed that no one else was taken, but this day took a lot more from her than just her father, it took her entire being.

Him…

“You will never in this life or the next find a bitch like me! That’s for damn sure!”

“Bruh, learn how to multitask! Talk all that shit on your way out the door!”

Anthony propped his foot up on the small center table occupying the diminished area between where he sat and where Danielle stood.

“Fuck you, Anthony! You just want free range to fuck whatever you want. You will die lonely and depressed. Mark my words.”

He was too high to deal with Danielle’s diatribe. In fact, he didn’t understand the basis of her yelling and shouting shit that he couldn’t make out. There was no point.

Why was she so pissed?

He wasn’t sure how a simple smoke and fuck session had turned into Danielle getting pissed off and trashing his dorm after trying to attack him to no avail. This was why he didn’t want to place a title on what he and Danielle were doing. He was good when they were just fucking, but now she was his girlfriend. Well, she was before she flipped out after finding lace panties under his bed.

“You don’t even try to keep your dick in your pants, do you?”

Anthony shrugged. “I be trying and shit.”

Danielle hated his nonchalant demeanor and the fact that she had been crying, and he hadn’t shed a single tear or shown any sign or destress or emotion. She knew then that she was far more invested in this relationship than he was.

Anthony Drake acted as if being committed to one woman would be the death of him. The thought of monogamy was as foreign to him as Chinese arithmetic. He just didn’t do it. Made a solid attempt because he liked Danielle. Liked her a lot, but just like everything else in his life, he managed to screw it up by basically doing what he always did. Cheating.

“I don’t get you though, Danielle. You knew what it was when I met you. I mean, shit, I was cheating on my main bitch with you when we got together. Then you trying to force me into some shit that I just ain’t ready for, so… I cheat.”

“So, you’re immature and you weren’t ready to be in a committed relationship. Does that make what you do right?”

“I didn’t say all that because I know it doesn’t, but for you to sit here and act like I wasn’t cheating with you is some bullshit.”

“So what, you cheated with me? So, what? You said that you would do better, but you clearly lied. You sat in my face and lied to me. I’ve been nothing but loyal to you, holding you down at every turn, and this is what I get? This is what you feel I deserve?”

Anthony felt like shit. He didn’t mean to hurt Danielle; that was never his intention. The only reason he was caught up this time is that the broad had left pieces of clothing behind. Other times, he would pick up on shit like that, but ol’ girl got one over on him. Now he was dealing with the wrath of Danielle.

“I’m about to call campus security on your ass if you break something else!”

“You should be glad I’m not doing more! I cannot even tell you how sick of this I am, Anthony. One whole year down the drain because you can’t remain faithful!”

“I didn’t cheat on you the whole time, though!”

Danielle frowned as she looked at him. He actually felt like the fact that he wasn’t constantly cheating gave him some sort of leverage. “Really?”

“Dead ass. It was just this bitch, and one other bitch, but like the first six months after I dumped my main bitch, I was all about you.”

“This can’t be my life,” Danielle mumbled.

“You buggin’, ma!”

“You need to address your issues, Anthony. You don’t have regard for anyone’s feelings but your own. I think you have some deeper issues that you need to deal with before you can take any relationship serious.”

Anthony chuckled and rested his head back on the couch that he was lounging on and watched an upset Danielle as she snatched her bag up off the floor. He grabbed his blunt and lit it before he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke flow from his lips.

“You digging way too deep into this shit, ma. We gon’ have some for the road sex or nah?”

“Fuck you, Anthony!”

Anthony shook his head, counting the number of times he’d had that exact statement yelled at him by a woman he once penetrated. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll be sure to send a bullet through your ass if I do! Again, fuck you! Remain miserable!”

Danielle grabbed all her things and left. She knew Anthony never loved her, and yes, their relationship was based on a lie, but she was hoping that he would change for her. Get better, and be a better man to her. She had thought wrong.

“That’s what I get for falling for a toss, man. Should have left that bitch in the slums where I found her hoe ass. Done fucked everything walking, and wanna lock a real nigga down. Fuck is she talmbout?”

Anthony continued to smoke to clear his head. There was no time to dwell on what he considered bullshit. He had other things to do, bigger matters to tend to. He was still young, and he didn’t want to be tied down. He just didn’t. Anthony couldn’t discount the future because he didn’t know what it held and how it would go for him, but right now, all he wanted to do was enjoy life.

“You only live once,” he mumbled as he grabbed his phone and called a girl over so she could take his mind off Danielle and the sudden development of emptiness that her exit had left him feeling.

His phone, which was sitting in the middle of the table surrounded by shattered glass, rang a few times before he reached out to grab it. It was his best friend, Cole.

“Yoooo, boy? What it do?”

“What’s good for tonight? You booed up and shit?”

Anthony sucked his teeth as he surveyed his dorm room. “Nah, bruh. That shit is over with. What’s the play?”

“Over with? You and Danielle?”

“Yeah! Tasha messy ass left her panties under my bed and Danielle found them shits. Left my ass high and dry. Now, I’m getting as high as I can so I don’t chase her ass.”

Cole shook his head at his best friend on the other end of the phone. This was typical Anthony; this was how he did things. Commitment was something that he didn’t crave. Cole was like him in that sense, but where Anthony shied away from relationships, Cole welcomed them. But, if he was going to be tied down, he wanted to be tied to something worth the anchored feeling.

“So, you ’bout to eat ice cream and sing love songs and shit like that?”

Anthony laughed so hard that he choked on the smoke from the blunt. He wasn’t that pressed. He didn’t think in the duration of his life would he ever be that pressed over a female. Nah, that’s too extra. “Nigga, what I look like crying over a female? You know better than that shit. The fuck?”

“I was about to say, man. Let me find out, let me find the fuck out, bruh!”

“Nah, bruh, I’m just chilling. Smoking and ’bout to get on this Madden. You coming through?”

“That’s what I was calling you about. I got somebody that I want you to meet.”

Anthony’s ears perked up. “Is it new pussy?”

Cole shook his head. “No, bruh!”

Anthony frowned. “New money?”

“Now you talking my language!”

“Oh, you know I’m always with the shit. Come scoop me!”

“Bet, I’m on the way! Nigga, be dressed when I get there because I ain’t waiting on you.”

“This better be worth my time. I just got dumped like shit!”

“Oh, trust me. It’s worth every second.”

 

Reviews for Crowned:

So Let Me Tell You
By Tierra on February 11, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This book was so live and so unexpected. Going into the story I didn’t know how it would turn out. I figure it was some insecure chick with a jerk for a husband. Boy was I blind sided. Ashura and Nacobi are thick as thieves, but they both have a story. Nacobi is a fire cracker but very protective in her own right. Ashura tries to keep her past in the past but when the one she loves stir the pot in the opposite direction, her loyalty gets twisted. When I tell this book was good, believe it. Page after page was filled with so much energy. From sexual energy to returning killer instincts. I love how the story displayed Alpha females, who at the same time knew what it took to keep their man happy. However being greedy and selfish doesn’t always win, and the beast that was subdue returns. This ending was so real I actually went back and read it again.
Wow
ByEbie520
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Oh ma lort.. That ending tho.. I knew it was gunna be him.. I was so tired of ?? This book was a nonstop emotional rollercoaster.. I literally felt so many emotions while I was submerged in this book.. I loved the fact that the beasts or should I say “savages” were the women.. Ashura is a beast.. It’s said that Nacobi is the savage of the 2 so I can’t wait to see her in action.. I kno this book his came out 2day but I need pt 2 like yesterday.. Deshon ur pen game is sick..