by T La'Vette
I Love Him
But She Keeps Me Straight
By:
La’Vette
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Acknowledgements:
If you happen to be reading this… thanks for supporting me. I appreciate each and every one of you for purchasing a paperback or downloading an eBook. Your continued support means more to me than I could ever express with words. I hope that you will enjoy this book just like all of the other ones before it. First of all, I want to thank God for blessing me with the talent do what I have always loved to do. I have been writing since I was little and over the years my love for the pen has grown even more stronger.
I normally don’t name drop out of fear of missing someone but a few people definitely deserve a shout out. I’d like to thank my sister Lakeshia Evette for believing in me and always being supportive. My best friends Jalan M. and Britt Symone for always being there for me and pushing me to keep it moving when I’m ready to give up. Special shout out to my boyfriend CJ for being my biggest motivation and supporter, I Love You. A real big thank you goes out to my friend Ja Cooper for pushing me to follow my dreams of becoming an author in the first place. Special shout out to Ty Robinson for helping me out as far as this self-publishing journey goes. To my author sisters (Shanay Nicole Mo’Kisses, Amaya Black) who keep me in a good head space all of you rock! My support system is strong and thanks to these people I’ll never give up on my dreams. Heartfelt thanks goes out to all of my family, friends, and Facebook supporters.
To My Two: D’Ayziah and D’Amari. I’m doing everything that I do for you two. I Love you both with all my heart. The sky is the limit.
*Prologue*
It was a typical day for me. As usual my phone was glued to my hand and I was hopping from Snapchat, to Instagram, to Facebook. Social media was my life and it took up most of my day. I got a kick out of scrolling down my timeline watching people make a fool of themselves and tell their business to people who honestly didn’t give a fuck. I rarely posted anything unless it was a picture or a funny meme though. I didn’t need anyone in my business. Anyway, my man was going on and on about the latest drama at his job and I pretended to be listening to him though I was really tuning him out. Out of nowhere my notifications went off and it said that I had a message request. “Hmm, that’s strange” I said to myself. Rarely ever did people who I wasn’t already connected with on Facebook send me messages. That alone should have raised a red flag.
I debated on whether or not I should I even read the message it was probably somebody trying to run a scam as usual. I clicked on it and saw the picture of the bitch. I knew right then and there that it was about to be some shit in the game. I closed my eyes and braced myself before finally reading the message. Of course, it was a ho who claimed to be having relations with Kentrell. I don’t know why I wasted my time because Kentrell didn’t have a truthful bone in his fuckin body. After asking who she was and what she was talking about and getting nothing, I was over it. You know how your heart wants you to walk away, but yet your feet won’t move? That was my current situation. I knew that I deserved better but yet I still couldn’t find the necessary strength to walk away. I was breaking my own heart over and over hoping and praying that his disrespectful behavior would change.
“Kentrell I’m telling you, I’m getting really fed up with you and your bullshit.”
“Girl, what the fuck you bitching about now? I told you that girl lying.”
“All these bitches that approach me about your trifling ass lying let you tell it Trell.”
“These hoes jealous of you they just want what you got.”
“That’s real cute Trell but tell me exactly what the fuck do I have?” I quizzed.
“You got a nigga that love your dumb ass and make sure you good at all times.”
“Yeah but at what cost?”
“You know what I don’t have time for this shawty, I’m about to be out.”
“That’s typical of you run away from your problems like you always do.”
“Bruh I told you I didn’t fuck that girl, you always on dumb shit, letting these bitches get in your head and shit.”
“Trell please explain the screenshots of ya’ll conversations then.”
“Man, she probably faked that shit, what the fuck you mean?”
“This bitch didn’t fake no damn screenshots…you gotta come better than that.”
“Like I said I’m gone believe what the fuck you want to believe.”
“Bye…with your lying cheating ass.”
“Don’t have that stupid ass attitude when I get back.”
“You don’t even have to come back, go be with that bitch hell clearly that’s where you wanna be!”
“Maybe I just will.” Kentrell said as he walked out the front door and slammed the front door behind him.
“Do it then bitch!!” I screamed out hoping that my words caught his ears through the closed door.
The nerve of this bastard to have a full-fledged attitude with me when he was the one caught red-handed once again. I couldn’t understand for the life of me how he could look me dead in the eyes and lie when I was holding the proof right in my hands. Kentrell was one of those niggas that you physically had to walk up and touch when he’s doing wrong or else, he would throw his favorite line at me “it wasn’t me.” It’s a shame when you take so much shit off a man that you just start to accept it. I was damn near comfortable with it now. Nothing about my man surprised me. I knew the nigga like the back of my fucking hand, and I knew when he was on bullshit before the shit even got back to me. I refused to argue or go back and forth with a bitch about him though. Never would a bitch have me that pressed, especially over a nigga that I couldn’t pay to leave me alone. A nigga that eat my whole ass if I want him to. Bitch bye!
After five years of dealing with Kentrell’s bullshit I was finally to the point where I was just fed the fuck up with it. Kentrell and I met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. I can’t say that it was love at first sight but if nothing else it was definitely lust. Kentrell was everything. He was fine as hell, tall, muscular built, dread headed. All the things I typically looked for in a man’s appearance. The first time my brown eyes met his hazel eyes I was hypnotized. I knew that he was going to be mine. He was something I had to have, and of course I didn’t stop until I accomplished my mission. At the time I was going through an ugly break up and I guess one could say that my judgement was a little cloudy. So desperate to get over my ex boy-friend Devin I jumped head first into a relationship with Kentrell. Barely knowing anything about his ass I was probably getting exactly what I deserved and more. Things between the two of us were perfect for the first two years or at least they appeared to be. Not only did he treat me like a queen but he made me fe
el secure. Bitches were mad as hell that I was the one on his arm. All of them wanted him, and I felt honored that he chose me to share his life with.
This was the second time this month that a bitch felt comfortable enough to step to me as a woman about a nigga who was supposed to be my man. I don’t know what the fuck he thought but this wasn’t it. That’s what happens when a nigga tries to make all his bitches feel special though I guess. This was the nigga I was sharing my life with, the nigga who I was laying in the same bed with every night. The shit was getting beyond old and it was really starting to take a toll on me emotionally, physically, and mentally. I had been in my fair share of relationships but never dealt with the kind of shit I found myself constantly dealing with now. Broken down by all the situations I was faced with I eventually ended up in the arms of someone else. Unlike most times when the woman is fed up and seeks outside attention from another man, I turned to a woman. This woman also happened to be my best friend. Despite it all I loved Kentrell still but it was Trinity that kept me straight. It was her that pulled me out of the darkest moments and made me see the light again. Never in a million years had I imagined crossing that line with Trinity or that one night my coochie would end up in her mouth. Or that she would have my legs shaking and make me having multiple orgasms back to back. But yet here I was…
Trinity hated Kentrell with a passion and it had been this way since the beginning. Truth be told Kentrell never stood a chance with her. No one was good enough for me in her eyes. She was always drilling the fact that he didn’t deserve me in my head. So many times, she has advised me to just walk away from my relationship and to never look back. I can’t even front it was times like this that made me wish I would have taken my best friend’s advice all those years ago. The first time this nigga cheated on me should have been the last time he cheated. I had a bad habit of seeing the good in people though. I desperately wanted to believe that Kentrell would change for me. Man was I wrong. What we allow will always continue and I knew this, which was why I only had myself to blame for the constant heartache and pain. In a sense the shit was self-inflicted. Heartache was my poison of choice and slowly the side effects of it were killing me. I can’t even lie I was comfortable with the lifestyle being Kentrell’s woman provided. I enjoyed not having to work and having all the things my heart desired.
Obviously Kentrell had figured this out as well that’s why he felt like he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do as long as home was taken care of. Whenever he would mess up and the shit got back to me, he would show up at the door with expensive gifts or just hand me a stack of money to do whatever the hell I wanted to do with it. As far as I was concerned, I had earned all of this shit. I went through enough to get it. It was stupid but I wasn’t about to let any of these bitches take my spot and get the shit that I was getting. Those hoes better have been satisfied with their wet asses after he was done fucking them. Kentrell was a lot of things but he wasn’t a trick. The last thing he would do was ball out on these other hoes he was dealing with. Him not breaking bread was the reason the women were coming to me with their confessions in the first place, a couple of them had admitted that much to me. Besides his ho-ish ways Kentrell was good to me and I NEVER for a second doubted his love for me, but he had some serious growing up to do.
*Chapter One*
-A week later
After a long week of dealing with Kentrell and his latest shenanigans I needed to get out of the house and clear my head. Kentrell had me fucked up and being around him had me on edge like a motherfucker. I was two seconds away from being on an episode of snapped. I was tired of his ass playing with me like shit was sweet. Hell, shit was far from sweet and I was fed up. I was ready to turn up on his and show my true colors for a change. Every weekend Trinity and I would have a little girl’s night that we would sometimes take turns hosting. Tonight, the turn up was at Trinity’s place. I was long overdue for some laughter, girl talk, and some drinks. Some strong drinks were needed at that. I was hoping that Trinity had something dark like some Remy or Hennessey and not those weak ass mixed drinks that she liked to sip on. I couldn’t wait to talk to Trinity and to fill her in on everything that had been going on. I knew she was going to be pissed off that I was still dealing with Kentrell’s bullshit in the first place. She only tolerated him because she knew I loved him but other than that she didn’t have anything for him. When I was hurting and going through shit it was like she was hurting and going through it too. Trinity was and had always been the true definition of a friend. One call to her and she would come running to my defense with no questions asked nor hesitation. That’s what I loved about her.
After getting dressed I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom admiring my beauty. I was what niggas would refer to as BAD. I’m short, light skinned in complexion, and curvaceous. I was thick in all the right places and my ass was out of this world. My naturally thick hair fell right at below my shoulders. My skin was flawless so there was never a need for me to wear any make up. I could have any nigga that I wanted and I was reminded of this every day. Every time I stepped out, I was practically fighting the niggas off of me. I was dumb as hell though, and being faithful to a nigga I knew was dogging my ass out. I just didn’t believe in using my pussy for get back. I couldn’t see myself fucking a nigga and then instantly regretting the shit the next day. It wasn’t cute when women did that shit. The same shit these niggas get praised for us women get degraded for. My reputation meant more to me than getting even with Kentrell. Never use your pussy to get back at a nigga that’s LAW!
Finally, I was out of the house and headed over to Trinity’s house. After stopping by the grocery store and picking up a few things that she had asked me to pick up I hopped on the express way in the horrific Atlanta traffic. I had been in Atlanta for years now and still hated driving there. Thirty minutes later I was pulling up at my girl’s house. I knocked on the door and after standing there for what had to be five minutes Trinity opened the door and let me in. I wasn’t gay or shit close to it but I always found her to be attractive. She was beautiful and her body was perfect. I often found myself sneaking peaks at her ass or those thick ass thighs of hers. Once we were all situated and had fixed our food for the night Trinity mixed up some drinks for the two of us and led me in to the living room. We had chosen Nobody’s Fool as our movie for the night. We had watched this movie a few times but it never got old and besides I loved to see Omari Hardwick’s fine ass on the screen. That man did something to me everytime I saw him.
After the movie started to play and we got some drinks in our system. Trinity decided to strike up a conversation and of course as usual Kentrell was the topic of the conversation. As bad as the situation that happened with Kentrell and I was bothering me I really had no intentions of bringing it up. I just wanted to chill with my girl and take my mind off of him honestly. I was over being judged for my stupidity, and for being in love with a nigga who damn sure wasn’t deserving of it. Talking to Trinity always seemed to help ease the pain that I was feeling though, so when she asked, I hesitantly poured out my heart to her. I started from the
“What’s on your mind friend, you seem kind of spaced out over there?” Trinity interrogated.
“Girl the usual, same shit different motherfuckin’ day.” I responded.
“Kentrell on his bullshit again huh bitch? I don’t see why you even put up with it.”
“That nigga always on bullshit, and to be honest hell I don’t know why I put up with his shit either. Trinity I’m so sick of that nigga girl.”
“Well what happened this time?” Trinity asked while rolling her eyes.
“Girl some bitch hit me up on Facebook, saying how she been dealing with him for a few months and he’s supposedly supposed to her baby daddy.”
“Bitch I know you lying what this hoe name? I’m about to look her up.”
“Kyria Nicole is her name on Facebook, I’ve never seen this broad a day in my life.” I say to Trinity as she ent
ers the name into her search bar.
“Hmph she a funny looking bitch too, Kentrell know he can cheat on you with some ducks, ugh!”
“I know right. I’m disgusted.”
“Anyway, the question is what are you going to do about it?” Trinity inquired.
“If he fucking her and that’s his baby there is nothing, I can do about it Trinity. Hell, he gotta take care of that child not me.”
“Meaning you just gone stay and continue to let him fuck over your right?”
“I’ll leave when I’m good and ready right now I’m benefiting too much from whatever this is me and him have going on.”
“I mean I guess you kind of have a point, but I don’t like how this nigga treating you like you average or something.”
“I know boo, I know.”
“At some point you gotta say enough is enough. You deserve better you know?”
“Yes, I know and I will eventually Trin.”
“I know you think I’m always judging you but that’s not the case. I just want you to stop settling and stand up for yourself for a change.”
“I totally get it, and you’re right as always.”