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© 2018 Published by Leo Sullivan Presents www.leolsullivan.com All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Get Lit! Join Our Mailing List! On Sale Now! Coming Soon from LSP! Coming January 17th! I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak. I lose all control, and something takes over me. In a daze, and it’s so amazing. It’s not a phase, I want you to stay with me, by my side. I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet. I can’t explain why your loving makes me weak. W hile the sweet tones of SWV blasted through the speaker from the entertainment center, and candles lit the living room, La’Nisha paced with a glass of Moet in her hand, trying to figure out why her fiancé hadn’t shown up to make love to her all night long like he promised.

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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	12 janvier 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648541209
Langue	English
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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, Blaces, events and incidents are either the Broducts of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual Bersons, living or dead, or actual events is Burely coincidental. Unauthorized reBroduction, in any manner, is Brohibited.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Get Lit! Join Our Mailing List! On Sale Now! Coming Soon from LSP! Coming January 17th!

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I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak. I lose all control, and something takes over me. In a daze, and it’s so amazing. It’s not a phase, I want you to stay with me, by my side. I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet. I can’t explain why your loving makes me weak.

Wcenter, and candles lit the living room, La’Nisha paced with a glass of Moet in hile the sweet tones of SWV blasted through the speaker from the entertainment her hand, trying to figure out why her fiancé hadn’t shown up to make love to her all night long like he promised. La’Nisha nervously ran her French tip manicured nails through her long, pressed hair. Her Chanel heels with white fur on the front of them clicked against the marble floor of her large mansion as she tried to keep her composure. Although she was dripped in gold jewelry from head to toe and dressed in all white lingerie, she wasn’t feeling very godly. As usual, LJ was late, and her patience was starting to run as thin as the wine glass she held. LJ was a big-time record label producer and president of a record company that everyone knew as Live Records. Even though LJ was a boss, he didn’t wear fancy suits like LA. Reid or Suge Knight. He had money and lived like the white folks, but he still considered himself to be a street nigga, and instead, preferred leather jackets with Fubu, Phat Farm, or Nautica jeans and whatever color du-rag to match. Nikes, Timberland, and Air Jordans were his thing. Women of all ethnic backgrounds flocked to LJ like birds to bread crumbs, and he knew it.

Women often lined up outside his studio like they were standing outside Coaches night club, trying to get pictures with him. La’Nisha tried her best not to let the flirtatious hoochies make her jealous, but she often checked LJ behind closed doors when she saw a bitch boldly grab his dick or rub his chest, knowing damn well he had a fiancée. It was something about the women in the nineties that drove men crazy, and one of those things were their natural fat asses! There was nothing like a woman with an asymmetrical or finger wave hairstyle, long press on nails, a gold tooth, and juicy, fat booty to match. LJ was not exempt from the list of men who lusted over those type of women regardless of if he was on his way to jumping the broom. “Why the fuck you lettin’ them hoes grab all on your dick? La’Nisha found herself asking every other night. Instead of checking the women like she wanted him to, LJ would always direct her to a mirror and remind her that she was beautiful because of her light skin and sexy but petite frame. He would compliment her long, natural hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and at times, La’Nisha would snap back into being a good fiancée for him. I gotta be special to the nigga if he chose me to be with me,she often told herself. There was a big age difference between the couple, so LJ would throw it in her face to bring her back to reality as well. Because he was thirty-eight years old, and she was only twenty-seven, he felt like he was more knowledgeable and had more of a say so in their relationship than she did. La’Nisha loved her nigga liked a fat bitch loved cake, but part of the reason why she didn’t want to walk out on LJ was that she wasn’t about to let another bitch get put on. She loved being laced with diamond rings, Versace outfits, and Gucci bags. If she left, another woman would reap the benefits, and she wasn’t having that shit. LJ also took care of her mother and little sister, Iesha, who she felt herself slipping further and further away from the more she got caught up with LJ. Iesha was an aspiring singer, and La’Nisha promised her that she would put in a good word and have LJ take her under his wing, but not until she finished her last year of high school. LJ ran with a rowdy crowd of guys, and La’Nisha feared her sister getting too excited about the fame and losing her innocence to a studio street nigga. Niggas in the nineties were getting real money, and they knew how to floss it. One of the hottest nightclubs was Coaches, and every Friday and Saturday night was the opportunity for everyone to show off their outfits. The hottest fashions like Fubu, Pelle, Iceberg and Tommy Hilfiger were in, and that was just to name a few. The more money a nigga had, the more he was treated like a celebrity. Hell, even if you were a celebrity, you still had a lot to prove just to keep up the image. Rappers like Notorious B.I.G, Tupac, Run DMC, and LL. Cool J were major influences for not only their dope rhymes but also a lot of the latest fashion, so dressing like them solidified a high status in the urban community. With that being the case, La’Nisha couldn’t even imagine not being a part of the scene anymore, but she couldn’t see her baby sister getting caught up in it either. La’Nisha let another SWV song play and finally couldn’t take it anymore. She gulped down the last of her Moet, stormed upstairs to the large, fully furnished bedroom that she shared with LJ, and grabbed the large white house phone from the receiver. She then kicked off her heels, tossed one right at the door, and walked across the ten-foot polar bear rug. She then plopped down on the gold studded king-sized bed and rolled her eyes. “LJ… LJ… LJ… La’Nisha mumbled under her breath while shaking her head as she dialed the number to his car phone.

When he didn’t answer, La’Nisha took a deep breath and called his studio phone but didn’t get an answer. She even tried to page him earlier but was unable to reach him. It was three o’clock in the morning, and LJ was losing his damn mind. La’Nisha wasn’t going for the shit tonight. She was looking good and horny as fuck. The worst thing a nigga could do was keep his woman waiting up for some dick. After spending a few minutes gathering her thoughts, she snatched the phone off the receiver again and dialed her best friend Kat’s phone number. “Hello? Kat answered in a ghetto voice while staring down at her shiny red nails. “Girl, what you doing? La’Nisha asked. “Nothin’, sitting here waitin’ on Jamar to bring his ass home. What up? “I need you to call LJ’s studio and see if he answers. Kat sat up straight, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her dresser, and asked for the phone number. “Call on three-way. I want to see if this nigga answers the phone ’cause he ain’t answering for me. “Alright, hold on. While sitting on the edge of the bed, La’Nisha closed her eyes and took another deep breath. If LJ picked up the phone, she was going to explode on his ass because she had been waiting up for him all night. How the fuck do you just leave your fiancée at home without even checking in? she wondered. This was the time in their lives when they were supposed to be planning a wedding and spending most of their time together, but LJ would rather go on one of his disappearing acts like he was a single man. When Kat clicked back over, she shook her head and said, “Bitch, he didn’t answer. The line is busy. “Are you serious? La’Nisha asked with her arched eyebrows raised. “You know how these niggas be, girl, and I already told you the streets be talking. Kat knew how much her best friend loved LJ, but he was a player. Everyone knew that, but La’Nisha chose to turn a blind eye to the bullshit. Kat wasn’t the kind of friend to babysit her friend’s feelings and always gave it to her straight, especially since she didn’t like LJ to begin with. “I’m telling you, I’ve dealt with some sorry ass men, and I know a player when I see one. You think that LJ ass is in that studio, but I know his ass ain’t. Kat wasn’t trying to hurt her girl, but she already knew what was taking place behind the scenes. She’d heard the stories, and before LJ even got with La’Nisha, he was a hoe. One minute he thought he was smooth like LL Cool J but then tried to act hard like he was Method Man, so she knew the nigga was a clown. He was trying to be something he wasn’t by maintaining a playboy image. “Look, you worry about Jamar, and I’ll worry about LJ. Kat rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth, and dug her long, shiny nails into her box braids. “Whateva. Are you still going to the cypher house party with me tomorrow night? Jamar and his homeboy, Quincy, gon’ be rappin’ in it. “Yeah, I’ll go, La’Nisha dryly replied. She really wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere but promised Kat that she would go and spend some time with her. “Good, ’cause the party is goin’ to be jumpin’ girl! They say Tupac supposed to make an appearance cause he looking for some new talent to collab with on his next album. Can you imagine a celebrity nigga like that showing up at a fuckin’ house party? Let that sexy ass

nose ring wearing nigga even blink in my direction! I might end up cheating on Jamar’s ass. “I doubt it, and if Tupac is going to be there, we need tight security. I don’t want the fuckin’ party getting shot up. “Girl, if Tupac shows up, it’s going to be a fuckin’ gangsta party! Chill and live a little, Nee Nee. You always so uptight, girl. Kat scratched her scalp again, sighed, and said, “Bitch, I think I’m going to cut all of my hair off ’cause these braids got my fuckin’ hair stankin’ and itchin’! I think I’m gon’ go super low like Keisha from Total and dye it blonde. “You have fun with that, Kat. I gotta clear my head. I’ll see you tomorrow. La’Nisha was in no mood to talk about a damn party or hair. The only thing on her mind was LJ bringing his black ass home. After she slammed the phone down on the base again, she sighed heavily and stared down at the huge diamond ring on her left finger. She wasn’t so sure about getting married to the man of her dreams anymore. It wasn’t because she didn’t love him, but more of how LJ was acting so distant toward her. He wasn’t necessarily acting like a man who was ready to settle down. La’Nisha thought that at the age of thirty-eight, a man would know just where he wanted to be in life, but she was starting to think that she was wrong.

There’s something in your eyes, baby. It’s telling me you want me, baby. Tonight is your night. See, you don’t have to ask for nothin’. I’ll give you everything you need. So, girl Don’t be shy. Baby come inside, turn down the lights, ’cause ther e is something that I want from you right now. Give me that Honey Love…

Wone of his seventeen-year-old R&B artists by the name of Bee Bee and slowly hileR. Kelly played in the background, LJ licked whip cream off the nipples of caressed her A-cup breasts. The girl was young, and her body was still developing, but that didn’t stop LJ’s damn near forty-year-old dick from getting hard. Seventeen wasn’t even the youngest age he was willing to go. After news broke that R. Kelly married R&B singer Aaliyah, who was only fifteen, LJ felt like his actions were acceptable. “I’m a virgin,” Bee Bee whispered into LJ’s ear, turning him on even more. He loved virgins because their pussies were tight, and he took pride in being the first one to pop a young girl’s cherry. He also thought that breaking a young girl in would gain him more control over her. LJ licked his lips and promised this young girl that he would go slow and be gentle with

her. As the music continued to play, LJ kissed and sucked on Bee Bee’s neck while she lay on her back on the burgundy couch. Whipped cream seeped from the corner of his mouth as he finessed her tiny body into submission. Wearing nothing but the cheap red pumps that LJ bought her from Payless, Bee Bee opened her legs wide and watched in excitement as he worked his way past her navel. Bee Bee’s pussy was so tight that LJ couldn’t even see its entry hole. “Damn, lil’ girl,” he whispered and licked his lips. He then stuck his tongue out and slid it from the top of Bee Bee’s tiny clit to the bottom of her thin ass crack. “Mmmm…” Bee Bee moaned and smiled while licking her lips. Before LJ could spread her ass cheeks further and go for her ass hole with his tongue, there was a loud bang on the door, causing him to jump up and quickly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “LJ!” La’Nisha called out, scaring the hell out of him and Bee Bee. La’Nisha didn’t normally pop up at the studio, but her anger soon turned into fear, and she needed to make sure that he was okay. After spotting his cherry red BMW in the parking lot, she knew he was in the studio. “Fuck,” LJ mumbled and quickly grabbed Bee Bee’s cheetah print bodysuit from the arm of the couch. “You gotta hide somewhere.” “Where?” Bee Bee whispered as she frantically looked around. “I don’t give a fuck. Just go.” Bee Bee turned to one of the doors to her left, grabbed her clothes, and holding them close to her chest, she rushed toward the small closet door. LJ snatched his black muscle shirt from the arm of the couch, pulled it over his head, and adjusted his du-rag. He turned his gold medallion chain around, wiped some of Bee Bee’s pussy stain off his Girbaud jeans, and ran to the door. He opened it and saw La’Nisha standing there with her arms folded. He was trying to look as calm as possible, but the sweat dripping from his face told a different story. “Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?” “Because I’m busy working and listening to music, baby. Why are you questioning me? You know I don’t like it when you do that, sweetie.” The slow music and lit candles in the back caught La’Nisha’s attention, so she stood on the tip of her toes and tried to look over LJ’s large shoulder. “Somebody in here with you, LJ? What the fuck is really up?” La’Nisha asked, feeling panicked. LJ was growing more irritated but continued to play it cool. He felt completely disorganized but refused to crack under pressure. “No, ain’t nobody in there with me. I told you I’m chillin’ and doing my job. Some of the fellas were here with me, but they bounced.” “At five o’clock in the morning?” “Yes, at five o’clock in the morning. A true boss never sleeps.” La’Nisha shifted her eyes toward LJ, and the only thing she could do was shake her head. She didn’t have proof that he was doing something wrong, and again, she didn’t want to come across as a bratty young girl who couldn’t control her temper tantrums. LJ immediately got into character, turned on his fake charm, and grabbed La’Nisha’s hand. He bowed his head and gently kissed it, giving no indication that his lips were lubricated with Bee Bee’s booty and coochie juices.

“You need to relax, baby. A real woman ain’t popping up on her man, especially at his place of business. Your job as a woman is to look good and hold the house down. You feel me, baby?” As LJ spoke, he tried to sound as charming as he possibly could. He licked his lips between sentences and smiled when he thought it was necessary. Unfortunately, La’Nisha was buying his entire act by convincing herself that her fiancé had a valid point. The last thing she wanted to think was that her nigga would be that trifling and cheat on her, knowing that he would have to come home and face her. She didn’t want to believe that she was so naïve to marry someone that shady and fucked up, so she had no choice but to take LJ’s word for it. “What’s the point of me putting that big ass rock on your finger if you don’t trust me?” LJ asked while staring down at his woman’s hand. “You don’t think t I’m that stupid to be fuckin’ around on you, do you? Come on now. I’m a grown ass man and ain’t got time for them type of games. I’m tryin’ to settle down, and I wanna do it with you if you just put your trust in me.” As LJ lied straight through his teeth, he stared into La’Nisha’s pretty brown eyes, hoping that she would fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. La’Nisha ran her fingers through her hair, and said, “Prove that I can trust you… Let me in the studio so I can see for myself.” Although La’Nisha loved LJ hard as hell, she wasn’t comfortable leaving the studio without confirmation. Tired of listening to his words, she needed some action and proof behind them. LJ nodded and silently prayed that Bee Bee wouldn’t blow his cover then moved out of the doorway and let La’Nisha in. La’Nisha set her DKNY purse down on the clear table and slowly walked around the dim studio. The air smelled like sweaty socks, but La’Nisha dismissed it, thinking it was from all the niggas who ran in and out of it on a regular. Don Perignon, weed, and candles were sitting on another small coffee table. La’Nisha eyeballed the items but kept moving through the studio. LJ was as cool as a cucumber on the outside, but on the inside, he was burning up. He knew that if La’Nisha opened the door that Bee Bee was behind, shit would hit the fan. Not only would she leave him for cheating but for fucking an underaged girl too. After inspecting the studio, La’Nisha turned to LJ, looked into his eyes, and folded her arms. “See, you gotta stop trippin’, baby.” LJ forced a smile, walked toward La’Nisha, and wrapped his sweaty arms around her. He then kissed her lips, still not having a care in the world about where they had been. “Now, do you trust me?” he asked then wrapped his arms around La’Nisha and kissed the side of her neck. The smell of his Hugo Boss cologne rushed right into her nostrils, and just like that, she was back under his spell. “Yeah,” she dryly replied. “Good. Let’s go home so I can show you how much I love you.” After he grabbed his wallet, car keys, and pager, LJ walked out of the studio hand in hand with his woman, leaving Bee Bee all alone in the small closet space, butt naked.