by Demettrea
Acknowledgements:
First and foremost, I would like to thank my Lord and Savior who is the head of my life. Nothing is possible without you.
I thank my wonderful husband for his patience. Thank you for the extra push.
To my beautiful children, everything I do, I do for you. I couldn’t ask for better kids. Mommy loves you guys.
To my mother, just for being you. Thank you for promoting my work.
To my brothers, Dre and Juan, thanks for the support.
To my sister Raquel, I love you so much.
To my Granny, thanks for everything you do.
To my uncle Carlos, thanks for always being there for me.
To my test readers that have been there since the beginning: My wonderful little sister Taylor and the best little cousin Cynthia.
To my FB Fam thanks for the support and the networking. I love you guys.
All the groups I am in; A Forever Kind of Love, Tonya’s Readers Den, The Takeover, W.H.A.T., Hood Love Fan Group, Sisters into Reviewing; thank you all for letting me promote my book.
Special thanks to Jasmine Barber, Mercedes Taylor, Danielle Grant and Yvette Hunter (Jazzy Boo) for the extra push, the positive feedback and for just being you. Thank you all for making me laugh during this process. (On FB) LOL.
Thanks to Monique Tilman (Nique) for the advice, the feedback and the support. For this, I am forever grateful.
To Leondra Lerae for taking the time to read my emails and responding. I am grateful. Now hurry up and finish HL3. Don’t make me call you. LOL.
Thanks to Rayneishia Jackson (My Ray) for reading and being honest.
To my Pudds: Camille, Taylor and Diamond.
To Tonya Baber (Trouble) thank you for the positive thoughts, the poetry and just being you.
Thanks to my Divas: Danielle Marcus, India Norfleet, Lakelia Deloach and Naporcha Dion for the positive motivation. I wish nothing but success to you ladies. We out here y'all.
Thanks to King Benjamin (DETROIT AUTHORS ALLIANCE) for the continuous support and promoting.
Thanks to anyone who has supported me. If I forgot anybody, charge it to my head and not my heart.
I present to you my debut novel; Love, Lies and Obsessions.
All Cried Out
Chapter 1
Milan
How long you gone keep putting up with Raymone’s shit Mia? I mean you complain that you’re tired yet you continue to let the nigga walk all over you,” I asked her. Mia was my cousin and best friend and I was tired of seeing her cry over Raymone’s trifling ass. I felt like she could do much better. Shit, she was a bad bitch who had her own. She stood 5’5 and weighed no more than 130 pounds. Her breasts were a little on the small side but she had ass for days. That was the Puerto Rican side showing in her. She kept her hair in a long wrap that fell past her shoulders and the bitch stayed fresh to death. I’m talking Roberto Cavelli dresses, Hermes Birkin bags and Red Bottoms just to name a few. Shit she was my fucking role model. All she needed was a boss ass nigga and she’d be top notch.
I couldn’t understand Raymone and the shit he did to her. He lied, cheated and even had a baby on her and her ass still held it down for him. I didn’t know whether to call her a down ass chick or dumb ass chick. Couldn’t have been me. I would be in jail for killing a muthafucka.
“Look I know Raymone has his flaws but that’s my boo. He takes care of home and I don’t want for shit. We would be fine if his bitches just played their position,” Mia said.
Did this bitch really let that dumb shit come out of her mouth? I saw I was gonna have to set her ass straight cause obviously she had fallen and bumped her head.
“Bitch are you stupid? All you hoes playing the same position. Whether you’re the wife, the baby mama or the side hoe, all y’all playing the same position. He telling you the same thing he tells his other hoes and ya fall for it hook, line and sinker. Shit, niggas kill me wanting loyal pussy but fucking everything with two legs. Wake up ma; ya nigga ain’t shit,” I told her.
We were sitting in Laila’s Salon and Spa getting our hair done. Laila was one of the top beauticians in Detroit and just about everyone went to her. It was hard to get an appointment because she stayed booked. Mia and I had a standing appointment with her so we never had a problem getting in.
“Look, I don’t judge your relationship with Tez so don’t judge mine,” she said getting mad. See I was going to have to school this chick real quick. I turned and looked at her like she was crazy and the whole shop got quiet waiting for my response.
“You can’t even compare the two Mami; Tez is just a fuck buddy. Nothing more, nothing less. I do my thing and he does his. Yo ass the one over here in love and shit. I’m gonna need for you to step ya game up. And you nosey muthafuckas mind ya damn business,” I said and looked at all the nosey tricks trying to stir up some gossip. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them was sleeping with Raymone.
“I am good where I’m at thank you,” she replied. This bitch was going to learn today. How the fuck she going to try to compare my situation with hers? Tez ain’t even my man but he treats me better than that bitch made nigga of hers. Shit, a bitch like me don’t do that falling in love shit. That’s how your feelings get hurt. I’m all about my money and if the nigga can’t break me off then he can keep it moving. No I’m not a gold digger, but I am a bad bitch and know how to use the power of pussy. I stood 5’9 and was a comfortable size twelve. I had ass and hips and my 44D cups sat up pretty nice. I was full Puerto Rican unlike Mia’s half-breed ass.
Dominick
Those heifers were forever keeping up some drama in the shop, but I loved their asses to death. “Mia, why you acting brand new? We all know Raymone’s a hoe and you can’t turn a hoe into a husband, so stop trying. You need to just pass him this way and I guarantee I’ll have his little sexy ass straightened out for you,” I said to her. Those bitches laughed at me. Shit lil’ daddy was sho nuff fine and I know he has a little sugar in him. Shit I can spot a gay man anywhere. I tried to tell Mia to watch his ass.
“Boy please. Raymone isn’t gay. A little bit of a man whore maybe,” Mia was quick to reply. This chick needed to get a life. Raymone had her walking around the city looking crazy. Everybody was laughing behind her back because she was too stupid to leave his ass.
“Tell me Mia, does Raymone have some good dick, or wait I know what it is; it’s the head. Because you bitches be fighting over his dirty ass. I mean coming to blows and shit.”
“Watch it chick. You talking about my man’s dick a little too much,” she answered me.
“Don’t do me honey, cause I will read yo ass all up and down. So bring it back down. Now what you need to do is get with sexy face,” I told her with a wink. That was my name for Harlem’s sexy ass. Now he was good for my girl. She just needed to open her eyes and realize it.
Mia
The mention of Harlem’s name gave me butterflies. I had always had a thing for him since we were in high school but I had never acted on it. I think he always looked at me as a sister, but boy was he fine. He stood about six feet two inches tall and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds. He had smooth caramel skin and gray eyes which earned him the name “Pretty Boy”. He had the sexiest pair of bow legs and don’t even get me started on his tattoos. Damn a bitch about to cum on herself just thinking about his sexy ass. Yes sir he was fine.
“What you getting into tonight,” Milan asked bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Shit, Raymone out in the streets as usual so I’m free to do whatever.”
“Tez and Harlem giving a party at Chances you wanna go?”
I thought about it. I’d love to see Harlem’s fine ass. “I’m down. What time
you picking me up,” I asked her while I was checking my hair out. Laila had me looking right. I had decided to try something different and had Laila cut my long hair into a short bob with honey blond highlights.
“Bitch why you can’t drive,” she replied. Milan was always being dramatic.
“Cause I always drive. For once I wanna get drunk and let loose and not be your designated driver.” Her ass laughed at me but agreed to drive.
“Whatever hoe. Just be ready around ten,” she said.
“Alright, I’m out. Bye y’all. ” I headed out of the shop and ended up running into Harlem. Literally.
“What’s up MiMi?’ That was the nickname Harlem called me.
“Hey. What y’all up here for?”
“This nigga had to bring Milan some money and he had to do it while we riding dirty.” Harlem gave Tez a side-glance that said he wasn’t feeling that. “Nigga quit bitching. It’s only gonna take me a minute,” Tez said as he walked through the salon door.
“So are you coming out to play tonight,” Harlem asked me.
“Yeah I’ll be there so make sure you leave ya groupies at home.” I laughed but was serious. He walked up close and grabbed me by the waist. “It’s like that Ma?” He was looking at me with those sexy ass gray eyes. “Hell yeah it’s like that.” He bent down and whispered in my ear. That caused my whole body to tremble. I don’t know what it was about him but he had me so far gone and he wasn’t even my man.
“Boy bye. You better stop playing before I do something to you and have ya girl mad.” I was nervous as hell. I knew I shouldn’t have been all up on him like I was, but damn. “What? I don’t have a girl. But if you want the position it’s yours,” he said. He was now standing too close for me. My breathing was shallow and I was about to cum at any moment.
“I have a man,” I told him He just laughed. “That’s what ya mouth say.” Before I could respond, Tez walked out of the shop. Talk about good timing. “Let’s be out,” said Tez.
“Alright Ma, I’ll see you tonight.” I was stuck on his ass. Nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn’t even move. I had to shake those feelings cause truth be told I had a man even if he wasn’t shit.
I headed home so I could find something to wear. If Harlem was going to be there, I had to make sure I was on point. Even though I hadn’t seen him in about a year before today, he still made me feel some kind of way.
It took me about twenty minutes to get home. I loved my condo. It was in a gated community in Canton, MI. For the most part, it was quiet due to there being mostly older people living there. When I pulled into the three-car garage, only one of Raymone’s cars was there. I wondered what female he was with, because that was the only time he didn’t answer my calls and I had been calling him all day. I wasn’t going to worry myself over his ass. I was going out tonight to have a good time.
The first thing I did when I walked through the door was check the answering machine for messages; there was two from my mom reminding me about the barbecue she was having the next weekend. I made a mental note to call her back later.
I knew I’d be drinking later so I decided it would be a good idea to eat something. I warmed up leftover spaghetti from the night before. After I warmed my food up, I grabbed my laptop and sat at the center island in the kitchen.
While I ate, I checked my Facebook and saw that I had an inbox message. I clicked it and it was from some chick claiming she had been seeing Raymone and thought I should know. I looked at her picture to see if I knew her but I didn’t. I just deleted the message and blocked the tramp. Obviously, the chick was trying to start some drama and I didn’t have time for it. I was sick and tired of the mess with Raymone. Something had to give.
After I ate, I checked the time and saw that I had at about two hours before Milan would be there so I decided to take a nap. I knew messing with Milan I would be out damn near all night. Just as I had decided to get comfortable the damn phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number so I ignored it. The caller was persistent though. They hung up and called back several times so I finally decided to answer.
“Hello,” I answered with an attitude from being disturbed.
“Yeah is this Mia,” the female caller asked.
“This is she. Who is this,” I asked. I wondered what female was calling me because I only had one other female friend outside of Milan.
“Who I am ain’t important, but where ya man at is. Write down this address; I guarantee you’ll find him,” she told me with an attitude. I couldn’t help but think that this chick had lost her mind. For some reason I took down the information. I didn’t know if the caller was lying or not but I’d take my chances. I wanted to bust Raymone and see what type of lie he’d tell. After writing down the info, I hung up. I didn’t know what I would do once I got there but I knew that I needed to see for myself. For some reason we as females take a lot of shit from men. A nigga can talk to a bitch right in front of us and we’d still need proof that his ass was cheating.
I threw on some jogging pants, a t-shirt and my Air Max. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, grabbed my keys, and the Louisville slugger that sat behind the front door.
I got in my cocaine white Lexus, put the address in the GPS, and was on my way. I jumped on I-96, took it to Southfield freeway, and came up on Eight Mile. The whole ride there I contemplated what I would do. What if he was there? What would I say to him? There were so many questions running through my head.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the house in Southfield. It was a nice two-story brick house with a two-car garage. It had a nice flowerbed, well-manicured grass, and whoever lived there was living well. Along with Raymone’s car there was a brand new black Jaguar. I contemplated going to the door but I would never let a bitch see me act a fool over a nigga. I decided the best revenge would be his prized possession, his 2014 Mercedes CL600.
I went up the street to Home Depot on Eight Mile, grabbed a bottle of red spray paint, and headed back to the house where Raymone was. The whole time I was driving the tears was falling. I had given so much of myself and all I got in return was his ass to kiss. As if on cue Keyshia Cole’s “Enough of No Love” came on and I instantly had a new found strength. I wasn’t about to continue to take his shit.
I knew by the time I was done he’d be coming up out of that house. I didn’t give a fuck that I was waking people up. This nigga was going to learn to respect me.
I walked over to his car and spray painted all kinds of obscenities on it. Once I finished giving his car a new paint job I took the pocketknife that I carried and slit all four of his tires. I grabbed the Louisville slugger and went to work. I broke out every window. His alarm sounded and a few people came out to see what all the noise was. Satisfied with the work I had put in I went and stood by my car and waited for him to bring his ass out. It didn’t take him long because his car alarm was going off.
I saw someone peek out of the window and then the door opened. Raymone came out followed by a female. She was dark skinned and a little on the chubby side. She was pretty, hell I’m not a hater, I give props where due.
“What the fuck,” he yelled when he saw his car. He gave me the look of death but that shit didn’t put fear in my heart. I was ready to go to war with him and that bitch.
“So this why you not answering your phone huh? You laid up with the next bitch steady disrespecting me.” I was heated.
“Look I don’t know who you are but you need to get away from my house,” the girl spoke. Now she was out of line because she was the one who called me over here. As soon as she spoke, I recognized her as the caller. That was one dumb broad.
“Bitch you called me over here and now you acting dumb. You thought I was gonna boo-hoo over this nigga. You weren’t expecting me to come over here and tear shit up. I would advise you to stay in ya lane Ma cause it’s not what you want,” I schooled her. Then I looked back at Raymone's ass.
“And you, since this is where you want to be; come get ya shit out o
f my house or it will be on the curb. Don’t believe me? Just watch.” I got in my car and pulled off. He would soon learn that I was that bitch you didn’t fuck with.
By the time I got home Raymone's ass was pulling up. I guess he was driving his bitch's car, because his was fucked up. I knew he’d see it my way. Had his ass stayed he would have been homeless. Fuck around with me and I’d pull a "Waiting to Exhale" and all his shit would have been burnt to a crisp.
I pulled in right behind him and as soon as I got out of the car I started in on his ass.
“So which bitch was that?” I was all up in his face.
“Man go on. And why you fuck up my car like that Mia?”
“Nigga fuck you and that car. Learn how to keep ya dick in ya pants and you won’t have shit to worry about,” I yelled at him. My little ass was popping off at the mouth. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been up in face but hell, I needed some answers.