Shawty Fell in Love with a Hustla

by Lucinda John

  Shawty Fell In Love With a Hustla

  Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 by Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

  All rights reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of 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

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 1

  Karrueche

  “You can have whatever you like,” my father mocked the famous rapper T.I..

  Today was my seventeenth birthday and my father was showering me with gifts. This was something I was accustomed to since I was born. My father, Karl, raised me all by himself until he married my evil ass stepmother Elaine.

  My mother was a powerful judge who had an affair with my father that resulted in my birth. She was a married woman; so when I came out looking black and not Oriental like her she and her husband she decided to get rid of me to salvage her reputation.

  My father always told me that the day he picked me up off of his doorstep was the happiest day of his life. Now here I was seventeen years later and I was still the apple of my father’s eyes. I did everything my father wanted me to and in return, he treated provided me with nothing but the best.

  “She doesn’t need all this fancy stuff, Karl,” my stepmother said as she rolled her eyes.

  I swear I couldn’t stand that bitch. When I turned six, my father started dating her and it was always something about her that always rubbed me the wrong way. She tried her best to get me to like her, but I saw past her fake smile and sweet voice. The moment her and her daughter, Eyanna, were officially apart of our family is when she started to show her true colors.

  It was no secret that Elaine despised my relationship with my father; even Stevie Wonder could see it. The only person that was naïve enough to think she actually loved me was my father. I don’t know if it was Elaine’s fat ass or perky breast, but whatever it was she had my father under her spell.

  “Today is my baby’s birthday and whatever she wants she gets,” he replied causing me to smirk.

  “Daddy can I have this?” my stepsister, Eyanna, asked holding up a Prada satchel.

  Every time Eyanna would call my father “daddy”, I would cringe. I was my father’s only child, therefore only I could call him that. I didn’t know who Eyanna’s father was, but from what I was told, he left her mother while she was pregnant.

  “Sure baby your father will buy it for you,” Elaine smirked as she batted her eyes at me.

  I swore she wanted her daughter to have my place so bad that she was determined to do anything just so Eyanna could have my father’s attention. Too bad I always came in at number one. Looping my arm in my father’s, we walked away leaving Cruella De Vil and her Dalmatian behind.

  *****

  “Yes, honey! You are going to be the baddest at your party.” My make-up artist/hair stylist popped his gum as he did the finishing the touches on my face.

  DeCarlos was a Dominican known in Miami for putting a beating on all the celebrities’ faces. Since my father was an entertainment lawyer, he had access to all the A-listers. When he brought DeCarlos in my room to make me over for my party, I almost fainted.

  “Thank you love,” I smiled admiring my face.

  “You know what’s funny,” he said while popping his gum.

  “What?” I asked while fingering the jumbo curls he’d pinned up on the top of my head.

  “Your name is Karrueche and you look just like her,” he replied causing me to roll my eyes.

  “I get that a lot,” I dryly responded.

  It was one thing to be named after a celebrity, but to look like her was another. Before I could tell anyone my name, I always got the memo that I resembled her. The look on their face after I told them my name was always a Kodak moment.

  The differences between Chris Brown’s ex and I was that I was shorter, standing at an even 5 feet, and thicker, weighing 150 lbs. In the eyes of my pediatrician, I was overweight for my height; in the eyes of men, I was thick. I had a flat tummy, a fat ass with and a bra size of 42DD. My long black hair naturally flowed down my back and my eyes were slightly slanted due to me being half Oriental. Other than my eyes and tan colored skin, I was a black woman. I embraced my African American side more than I did my Oriental side.

  Once DeCarlos was done making me over, I stood in my pink diamond encrusted full-length mirror and winked at myself in approval. My face was beat, my hair was laid and the short sleeve two piece silver mesh Alyce dress I wore fit my body like a glove. On my feet was a pair of six-inch Red Bottom crystal pumps. The diamond choker with the matching bracelet topped my outfit off to the “T”. I was looking sexy and I knew it.

  “Elaine, go get my gun,” my father said as soon as I blessed everyone with my presence.

  Dressed in a black Tom Ford suit, my father walked over to me wearing a frown. With his chocolate skin, white smile, and baldhead, he resembled the actor Morris Chestnut. My father had the ability to turn heads from every woman young or old. I received a lot of special treatment from my teachers because they wanted to fuck him.

  “You must want daddy to go to jail,” he said and tugged on the top of my two-piece.

  “Daddy,” I whined. “The only thing that’s showing is an inch of my stomach. Everything else is covered.”

  My dress was sexy, yet tasteful. Although I had all the goods, I was never the type to put it all on display. I always dressed in loose fitting clothes that my curves still managed to appear so vividly in. Unlike my stepsister, who was dressed in a short black mini dress, I knew the difference between sexy and slutty.

  Eyanna on the other hand was older than me by one year. She was the problem child. She dressed like a whore, did badly in school, smoked weed, drank liquor, and had sex with half the niggas that attended our school. Since Eyanna wasn’t focused in school, she was held back two times. Instead of visiting colleges, she was in her junior year of high school.

  “I don’t think she should leave the house like that,” Elaine said throwing shade.

  “If I have to change then, Eyanna should have to change too,” I stated firmly.

  “Eyanna, your dress is a little too short.” My father spoke while examining her dress.

  Eyanna’s ass cheeks were practically visible. Eyanna was very beautiful. She was a rich chocolate color, with deep dimples. She didn’t have to wear weave because she had long thick hair that she always wore pressed straight. She was taller than me and on the slim side, but she was what you called slim thick. She had a slim frame with big breast and a fat ass. I was never a
hater and I always gave props when they were due. Eyanna was a bad bitch, but the way she presented herself, took away from her beautiful looks.

  “But daddy…” she whined.

  “But daddy nothing change now. Karrueche hold your hands down by your side,” my father said.

  After passing the dress reaching the tips of your fingers test, we headed to my party. The whole drive there I could tell Eyanna and her mother were big mad by the way they were sighing and rolling their eyes. I didn’t give a fuck though, tonight was my night and no one was going to ruin it.

  When we arrived to Club Mansion where my party was being held, I was immediately in awe. The club was shut off to the public so that I could have a private party for me and my friends from kids from school. The whole entire club was decorated in my favorite colors; pink, white, and silver. The DJ was spinning Young Dro’s We in Da City as I maneuvered through the crowd to locate my friends.

  “Happy birthday, CheChe,” my best friend Ashley shouted as she handed me gift bags from my favorite stores.

  “Thank you Boo. Where is Nika?” I asked referring to our other friend.

  “Somewhere arguing with Jack,” she shrugged.

  “Boyfriends,” I sighed and took a seat at my VIP table that overlooked the club.

  “Speaking of boyfriends, I saw Dustin,” she said causing me to blush.

  Dustin was my very first boyfriend, who I was head over heels with. He was a popular senior that ran track, played basketball, baseball, football, and soccer. Unlike all the other rich kids that attended Bridgewood Academy, he was from the hood. The only reason he was able to attend my school was because he earned a sports scholarship.

  “Really?” I perked up hearing his name.

  “Yes, he was with Donald in the back area. So will tonight be the night?” Ashley asked referring to me losing my virginity.

  “I think so. I’m just so nervous,” I admitted.

  “Girl do you see Dustin’s fine ass? If you don’t give up the goods, then he is going to find someone else that will. Y’all have been together for one year now. What’s the hold up?”

  “I don’t know. I just don’t want to slip up and end up pregnant or anything.”

  “If he wears a condom, then you’re good,” Ashley assured me.

  “It’s that simple, huh?”

  “Very simple. Now in that Victoria Secret’s bag is something sexy. Put it on and get your cherry popped,” she laughed

  “You are too much.” I waved her off.

  The DJ then started to spin Nicki Minaj’s, I Get Crazy, and Ashley and I walked out to the dance floor and fucked it up. A few songs later, Nika joined us on the dance floor and we turned the fuck up.

  “I would like to get everyone’s attention,” my father said as he walked on stage with a microphone in his hand.

  “I just wanted to take this moment out to wish my baby girl a very happy birthday. The day I found out I was a father was nerve wrecking because I had to do it alone, but it was a challenge that I’m glad I took. My daughter makes me proud every day. Every time she gets a letter from a college that’s begging her to choose their school once she graduates makes me real proud. Everything I do, I do just to make sure my princess will never want for anything. Now that my long ass speech is over, go outside baby,” my father he said winking at me.

  I got an all-black Hummer for my sixteenth birthday, so I was wondering what my father could have possibly gotten me. When I walked outside, my jaw hit the ground as I stared at an all-white 2015 Ford Mustang. I looked at my father with shock written all over my face because he expressed his safety concerns when I told him I wanted this car for my birthday. Running to my father, I ran to him, leaped in his arms, and kissed him on his forehead.

  “Thank you daddy,” I smiled showing all thirty-twos.

  “Anything for my one and only child,” he said spinning me around as if I was five.

  The look on Elaine and Eyanna’s faces were so priceless that I was tempted to pull out my gold iPhone 6 Plus and snap a picture until Nika and Ashley started begging for a test drive. Grabbing my keys from my father, he gave me instructions that I was to be home no later than midnight. I blew Elaine and Eyanna a kiss before getting in my new ride with my girls and ditching my party.

  Nika, Ashley, and I ended up on South Beach with our feet in the sand. They were passing a blunt back and forth between them, while I scrolled through my newsfeed on Facebook. Smoking wasn’t really my thing. I tried it once and ended up having a panic attack. After that, I never attempted to place another blunt between my lips again.

  My message box popped up displaying a message from Dustin.

  Bae: You left before I could bring you your birthday gift.

  Me: I know, you can come bring it to me.

  Bae: What about your pops?

  Me: He doesn’t have to know.

  Bae: Are you serious?

  Me: Yes. Give me an hour and I’ll text you with details.

  Bae: Ok baby, Love you.

  Me: Love you too.

  “Oh, my God. Dustin is coming over tonight,” I panicked.

  “Bitch, I know I’m high and tripping, but did you just say you’re fucking tonight,” Ashley giggled.

  “No, I mean, I don’t know.”

  “Yes, she’s giving it up,” Nika laughed.

  “What if I do something wrong?” I asked.

  “Girl please! You just got to lay there and take the D. Hell if you want to do all that other freaky shit, watch Porn Tube,” Ashley said exhaling smoke out of her nose.

  “I’m so nervous,” I vented.

  “Don’t be. Just relax. It’s not as bad as everyone makes it seem. Yes, it hurts at first, but afterwards it feels so much better,” Nika assured me

  “Well, let me get y’all home, so I can prepare for my man.” I smiled getting up off the ground.

  “Uh uh. Chy, you ain’t even get the dick yet and you’re already acting bold,” Ashley smacked her lips.

  Although Ashley and Nika smoked, and had sex, they were on top of their shit. That was why I hung out with them. They knew what they wanted in life and their grades proved they could achieve all of their goals. Ashley was shorter than me standing at 4’9. She was small and feisty. Her caramel skin glowed without her having to wear an ounce of make-up. She had naturally curly hair, which she hated, so she always sported Brazilian extensions. Although she lacked in the breast department, she made up for it with her ass. She often teased that when she turned eighteen, she was going to ask her mother for some breast implants since she was a famous plastic surgeon.

  Nika was the tallest one of the bunch standing at 5’3. Like Eyanna, she was also a beautiful chocolate diva. She was on the thick side and that shit drove the fellas crazy. Everything on her was voluptuous and plum causing her to look twenty-three instead of her original age of seventeen. She was into short hair so she forever rocked a bob.

  “Well since you about to get dicked down I might as well too,” Nika said getting up off the ground.

  “Bitch see if Jack’s brother want to chill,” Ashley said as we walked back to my car.

  After dropping them off at Jack’s house, I headed home with my heart racing. My palms were so sweaty that I was losing my grip of the steering wheel. When I arrived at our two-story, five-bedroom, four-bathroom, mini mansion, I parked my car behind my father’s BMW truck and made my way to the front door.

  “You’re home early,” my dad said looking up from his Mac Book Pro.

  “Yeah, it’s been a long day,” I lied.

  “I have something else for you,” he said giving me a white box.

  “Daddy, you’ve done enough.” I smiled as I opened the box.

  Inside, was a charm with the number “17”. On my thirteenth birthday, my father bought me a Pandora charm bracelet that he filled with charms. I had so many charms that I was now on my tenth bracelet.

  “Thank you daddy.”

  “Anything for you love.”


  “Daddy?”

  “Yes baby.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you more.” He smiled and kissed me on the cheeks.

  With my pumps in my hand, I walked up the circular staircase to my room. I walked past my father’s room and I could of have sworn I heard voices. I figured Eyanna was in there whining to her mother about something so I shrugged it off and entered my room.

  Locking my room door, I stripped out of my dress and sat it in a pile with my other clothes. Ms. Joyce, our housekeeper, would take it to the cleaners in the morning. All of my gifts were neatly stacked in the corner of my room. Rummaging through the bags, I retrieved the Victoria Secret bag and dumped the contents on my bed. I ran my fingers through the Chantilly lace baby doll dress that came with a matching thong.

  A soft knock at my door interrupted me causing me to push the garments under my pillow. I grabbed my robe to put it on and answered the door.

  “Yes daddy?”

  “I was going to bed and I just wanted to kiss you goodnight.”

  “Really, dad?” I laughed. “One more year and I’ll be eighteen.”

  “I know and I’ll still come knocking on your door to come kiss you goodnight.”

  “Try to do something with Eyanna tomorrow,” my father he suggested.

  “You know they don’t like me.” I smacked my lips

  “I’ve been married to Elaine for eight years now. I hate that you guys can’t be close. Try for me, please.”

  “Anything for you daddy.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  I watched my father walk down the hall to his room before closing the door. I made sure there was no movement in the house before I text Dustin and gave him directions on how to sneak in my room. Walking in the bathroom, I slid a shower cap over my curls and took a hot shower.