Your Man Chose Me - Softcover

Williams, Racquel

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1622867580 ISBN 13: 9781622867585

Verlag: Urban Renaissance, 2016

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Chicks are always screaming, “Leave my man alone!" but in reality, they need to be checking their men. Tiana Caldwell is not falling for that foolery. She lives by the code that if your man wanted you, he would not stray. She doesn't care if the man she is in love with turns out to be her best friend's man.

Ayana Beasley has it all wrong. She thinks that good sex and babies will help her hold on to the man she loves. That is, until she realizes that he is in love with another woman. Broken and hurt, Ayana turns to the one person she thinks she can trust: her best sister-friend, Tiana Caldwell.

Watch the drama unfold between these two women who share the same bed, share clothes, and eat out of the same pot, as they compete for one man. It's winner takes all, and these ladies are playing for keeps. How will it end? Will they throw away their friendship over a man, or will they both walk away from him?

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Racquel Williams was born in Kingston, Jamaica, and came to the United States in 1992. Struggling to support her sons as a single mother, she chose the wrong path, and ended up sentenced to 37 months in prison on drug charges. Upon her release, she moved to Atlanta, Georgia, where she lives with her two sons. She is pursuing a degree in psychology, and has self-published several novels.

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Your Man Chose Me

By Racquel Williams

Urban Books, LLC

Copyright © 2016 Racquel Williams
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ISBN: 978-1-62286-758-5

CHAPTER 1

Tiana

People say your past shouldn't dictate your future, but the shit that I had been through definitely molded me to become the person I was today. After that dumbass bitch chose her man over me, I made a mental note to become my own protector by any means necessary.

I learned early on that if I wanted something in life, I had to go after it. A bitch like myself wanted more out of life than most of these other bitches and I was willing to go the extra mile to get it. Call me cutthroat or grimy, but what a person would never call me was a broke bitch.

Days after that shit happened, I packed my bags with the few pieces of clothing that I owned and the $200 that I had saved up. I looked over at the bitch snoring on the couch and tiptoed past her, careful not to wake her up. I closed the door behind me and ran down the driveway. She must've heard me because I heard her hollering, "Tiana, bring yo' ass back here."

I didn't look back; instead, I ran all the way to my homegirl's house. See, Ayana and I had been friends since kindergarten and we were like sisters. She was a year older than me and because of that she had always acted like my big sister. I'm not going to lie; I enjoyed being the youngest.

Life at Ayana's house was the opposite of what I was used to. Her mother was real laidback and never really bothered us, unless she wanted us to run to the store to grab her lotto tickets. Needless to say she acted like a mother to me, unlike the bitch who birthed me.

It didn't take long for me to adapt to my new environment. It was then that I learned that I had to grow up and use the one thing that God had blessed me with: a tight-ass pussy. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't no ho; but I refused to be hungry and go without when I had something in between my legs that could feed and clothe me.

I wasn't one of these skinny bitches walking around. Matter of fact, I was a little on the heavy side but I had a fat ass that made niggas drool every time I walked by. I damn sure thought I was one of the baddest bitches to ever walk the streets of Decatur, Georgia. I wasn't attracted to them little broke-ass niggas running around looking for pussy. I wanted a grown-ass man who could take care of me and who made sure I was set. The thing about older niggas was that they would pay for a young piece of pussy especially if you sucking and fucking them the right way. I swear I was blessed with a nice mouthpiece. I would suck a nigga dick 'til his eyes rolled to the back of his head and toes curled up. I ain't bragging but Superhead ain't got shit on me.

Things had changed drastically for me. I was no longer broke, and being hungry was a thing of the past. I wasn't in love with the niggas I fucked; I just pretended that I liked them enough to make them spend that dough on me. I was cool when they called me their girlfriend or bae to their friends. As long as my pockets stayed on swole, I'd be whatever they wanted me to be.

Even though these niggas were lacing me with their dough, I wasn't no fool. Good pussy will only take you so far and I didn't want to be an old bitch with nothing to show for it.

It was also time to get up out of these people's house. I mean, don't get me wrong, I ain't ungrateful or anything, but the older we got the more I kind of sensed that Ayana didn't like having me around as much anymore.

On my eighteenth birthday I decided to get my own one-bedroom apartment. I had more than enough money saved up from tricking off them niggas. A few months later, I decided to go back to school and get my GED. I wanted to go to college one day to be a psychologist and I knew in order to do that I had to get my shit in order. I simply grew up and got on my grown woman shit!

CHAPTER 2

Tiana

I don't believe in coincidences, and I think it was fate that intervened when I met Micah. It was my first year in college and he was a sophomore. I kind of knew he was digging me by the way he would stare at me in our English class. I'm not going to lie, I was really digging him too, but I played it cool. I didn't want to come off as being thirsty. God knows I wasn't trying to rush into anything; after all, I had just broken up with my last boyfriend, Lucas. I broke it off with him because I was tired of him trying to fuck me in the ass. Don't get me wrong, I liked it in the booty every once in a while, but that every night shit kind of turned me off. It made me wonder if the nigga was a little fruity.

"Miss Caldwell, are you with us?" my instructor asked as he interrupted my deep thoughts.

"I'm sorry sir, I got lost in thoughts." I smiled at him.

I glanced back and saw that Micah was staring at me. I felt a little embarrassed that the instructor called me out like that. For weeks, Micah had been asking me out. I politely turned him down twice but he never gave up. I have to say he was very persistent. I love a man who knows what he wants so I decided to take him up on his offer.

* * *

I heard a car horn honk. I peeped out my window and noticed that he was parked outside . Shit, this nigga act like he can't come to the door to get me, I thought as I took another look at myself in the mirror and admired myself one last time. I wasn't no skinny chick, but I had enough meat on my body for the right nigga to grab on to. I grabbed my Michael Kors clutch and sashayed out the door.

I couldn't help but notice his shiny orange Charger. He got out as I approached the car and he greeted me with a hug. "Damn, babe, you look stunning and you smell good. Make a nigga want to tear your clothes off right out here in the parking lot."

"Oh, my. Thank you. I'm not sure if that was a compliment, but thanks anyways," I said as I got into the car and put on my seat belt.

The car smelled like brand new leather and was well kept. I lay back in my seat as he drove down the street with Jeezy blasting through his speakers. I glanced over at him as he bobbed his head to the trap music. I admired his facial features; homeboy was neatly groomed, and his skin tone was velvet dark but smooth like a newborn baby's ass.

He took me to Red Lobster, which wasn't where I really wanted to go, but I went along anyway. See, most chicks would be impressed to go on a date to Red Lobster, but not I. Red Lobster to me was like the hood deli, where all the hoodrat chicks hung out.

After waiting for about forty-five minutes, we were served our food. I ordered the seafood platter while he ordered steak. While we ate my mind was wandering all around. I couldn't help but imagine his strong, muscular hands rubbing down my thighs. Maybe it was the way he was eating that steak that made me imagine him eating my pussy.

"So, Miss Tiana. Do you have a man?"

"Hmm, Mr. Micah. Do you have a woman?"

"I see you want to play games. This is it right here: your man ain't here and my woman ain't here so I guess we're single." He smiled.

I didn't respond. I smiled and went back eating my food. When we were finished, he paid the bill and we left.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the night, love?"

"I don't have any. I think I might study a little until I doze off."

"Damn, on a Friday night? You must not have many friends out here. By the way, where are you from? You have a little bit of accent."

"What you mean? I was born and raised here in Decatur. What, you thought I was a foreigner?" I asked sarcastically.

"Now that you mention it, you do look...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Urban Renaissance
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2016
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1622867580
• ISBN 13: 9781622867585
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 336
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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