Who Do You Love?: Trapped in Love with a Thug

Who Do You Love?

Trapped in Love With a Thug

Tatyana Jhane’

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Acknowledgements

              I would like to thank God first and foremost for this wonderful opportunity that he has presented me with.  I know that had it not been for him none of this would be possible.  Nothing is possible without him.

              Porscha Sterling: thank you so much for believing in me.  You are great at what you do and I hope that I make you feel the same about my work.  You saw something that made you decide to call and I’m happy that you did and I wont let you down.

              To my wonderful husband: had it not been for you this book would’ve never happened.  You gave me the push to do it.  You said don’t talk about it be about it.  When I said that I could write a book you said I believe you can do anything you put your mind to and look at me now! Ayeeeee!

              To my friends and family: Thanks for all the support and thanks for always believing in me.  Especially you Morya and Brandon, thank y’all for reading the first few chapters when I started.  Had it not been for y’all telling me how good it was and egging me on I definitely would not have finished this book.

              To the readers:  Thank you for purchasing this book and I hope that you all enjoy it.

-Tatyana

Chapter 1

Tanesha

“Damn, I did good and I’m looking even better if I do say so myself,” I said as I looked over everything that I did.  Tonight is me and my man’s two-year anniversary and I got a night of loving, sucking and fucking planned. I have on this skin tight black strapless Chanel dress and my black red bottoms on with my three-carat diamond stud earrings and tennis bracelet.  My makeup is on fleek and honey—I am slaying as usual.
Where the hell is he at?
I thought to myself.  This food is getting cold.  I had my man, DeShon’s favorite dinner out: spaghetti and breadsticks and for dessert, peach cobbler. You would think this fool would be home by now.

I’m getting so sick of waiting for this man, I tell you.  This last year, he’s been coming home late. Hell, sometimes he doesn’t come home ‘til the next morning.  Don’t even get me started on that.  He just really has not been paying me that much attention.  I know that he’s working but he’s never done this until recently.  I’m starting to think that he’s cheating. 

DeShon is a 6’3, fine, chocolate man.  He has these beautiful hazel eyes with a full beard that I love.  He is the “middle man”, as he calls himself.  All the major drug dealers get their supply from him, so he’s making money. I didn’t even introduce myself.  My name is Tanesha but everyone calls me T.  I am 5’3, with 140 pounds in all the right places and the color of cinnamon. I have nice auburn, silky hair running all the way down my back that’s all natural of course.  I’m bomb, if I do say so myself.  Anyways, back to the matter at hand… our anniversary. 

It’s now midnight and I have been blowing up DeShon’s phone with no response. 
I can’t believe this muthafucker forgot our anniversary
, I thought to myself.  I wasn’t about to just waste a good outfit and freshly beat face, so I decide to call my girl Mo so we can go out.  My bitch is always down to ride.

Mo is my best friend.  Her real name is Moniece and she is 5’6 and 120 pounds. She’s skinny but her body’s still popping.  She has bra length, beautiful, black curly hair that puts all the bitches in Dallas to shame.  She had been my bitch since the sixth grade and we still going strong, from ages 12 to 23.

Mo, let’s go to Onyx tonight! I’m tryna turn up,
I text her.

Bitch, give me 30 minutes and come get me,
she instantly replies.  She stays ready like I said.  I’m ready to look good with my bitch and turn up and spend my dumb ass boyfriend’s money on these strippers. 

Not wanting to waste no time, I hopped into my black Mercedes G Wagon and head over to my girl’s house.

When I get to Mo’s house, I smile, because we always complement each other. 
Best friends always think alike
, I laugh. 

Mo has on a black t-shirt dress with her black red bottoms on.  She has her curly hair all down and over the place, looking cute with her 3-carat diamond studs on, too. 

“Bitch, you just in time to beat my face,” Mo says as soon as I use my key to walk in.

  “Ugh,” I roll my eyes. “Girl, why you never ready?” I say in my Jay- Z voice. 

She laughs, “Girl everyone in Dallas knows you are the person to go to when you want your face beat to the Gods”.

“True, true,” I say as we high five each other.  I do her makeup and we take an Uber to Onyx. 

When we get in the club, as usual, all eyes are on us.  We’re so used to it we pay it no mind.  We get a VIP section and some bottles of Cîroc, and the turn up begins. 

I had to leave that hoe alone to get my mind right

I had to come up on a check to get my mind right

“Oooh girl, that’s my song!” I yell as I start throwing stacks and shaking my ass to the song.  I’m really getting my mind off the horrible start to my night.  Mo and I always have a good time when we go out.

As I’m dancing, I am in my own world, and I feel someone’s eyes on me. So I look to the left and instantly get butterflies in my stomach.  This man is so damn sexy; he’s about 6 feet even, medium skin, bald head with a beard like rick Ross, and he has the cutest dimples ever with light brown eyes.  His whole aura screams boss and the entourage around him tells me he’s important.  He has on some black Cartier shades with a black Gucci shirt on, with black Gucci jeans on.

“Girl, you see Mr. Gucci staring at you?” Mo says.  I nod my head still in a trance.  That’s when he starts walking over to me.  My heart ain’t never beat so fast in my life. 
What’s happening to me?
I silently ask myself.  I never felt whatever the hell I call myself feeling, before. 
You got a man girl
, I remind myself.

“Bitch, fuck DeShon,” Mo says reading my thoughts.  Mo never liked him and she never hid the dislike either.

“Hey mama, how are you doing?  My name is Ace and what is yours?” Mr. Gucci says in the sexiest voice I have ever heard in my years of living.  His voice instantly made my juices flow.  I just kept staring into his eyes, unable to speak. 
This man is so damn fine
, I thought to myself. 

“My name is Tanesha,” I replied. 

Chapter 2

Ace

As soon as she walked into the club I knew that she would be mine.  She had the attention of the whole club and acted as if she was unbothered and that was extra points in my book.  I was a very important man so the lady that I decided to wife up had to be used to all the attention.

I am the boss of Dallas and everyone who is anyone knows me.  I’ve been hustling ever since I was 16 and that’s when I met Bishop.  Bishop took me under his wing and showed me a world so good that I couldn’t leave the streets if I wanted to.  I became Bishop’s right hand man after only a couple years of working with him.  He always said that I had heart and that’s what made him take me and my best friend Brandon in when we were only 16.

See, my pops died when I was 16 and everything went downhill from there.  My mom lost her job and we were hurting for money.  My best friend Brandon and I started robbing tourists out here, just for a little extra money.  Brandon’s mom was a crack head and he had to fend for himself as well.

One day we were shooting dice, when we saw Bishop, and I told Brandon that we should work for him.

“We should go talk to him and ask him if we could start working for him,” I started. “Do you know how much bitches and money we would have?”  I told Brandon laughing.  I knew I had him sold when I said his two magical words: bitches and money.  So later on that day, we walked up to him and told him we wanted to work.  He smiled at us and showed us everything that we needed to know and we’ve been set ever since.

After Bishop made me his right hand man, he got murdered and I took over his empire at only 19.  We grew our empire and made so much money in the past 6 years.  I fucked plenty of bitches but I always had a longing for someone to share it all with and that brings me back to her.

Like I said when I saw her, I knew that shorty would be the one for me but I didn’t want to make a move just yet.  I just sat back and observed from my section.

“Nigga, if you don’t get up and make a move on shorty, I will,” Brandon said catching me staring at her. 

I laughed and said, “Nahh, you can’t have her, she gonna be mine, but you can have her cute best friend over there. I see you looking at her too, nigga.”  We both shared a laugh and I decided to move on shorty.

She told me her name was Tanesha and then smiled this sexy ass smile that had a nigga’s dick feeling like a brick.  Damn, I just had to take her home with me and break her in.  I knew that it wouldn’t be that easy though.  She didn’t seem like that type of woman.

“Well Tanesha, since we both know each other’s names, let’s exchange numbers so that I can take you on a proper date and get to know you,” I said.

“Uhhh, nigga, you better introduce me to your new girl and her sexy ass friend,” Brandon’s dumb, cock blocking ass said.  Tanesha and I just looked at each other and laughed. 

“Since he wants to be rude I’ll just do it myself.  Hey beautiful, my name is Brandon, I know you’re Tanesha, but what is the beautiful lady’s name beside you?” Brandon asked.

“My name is Moniece, but please call me Mo,” Mo said.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.  So how about we go get something to eat—our treat, of course—and get to know each other,” Brandon said.

I noticed that Tanesha seemed a little hesitant at first but then it seemed like she remembered something and decided to go.

Tanesha

Okay, first of all, I know what y’all are thinking, I got a man. Yeah, I know, but obviously that nigga ain’t thinking about me and were just going to get a bite to eat like normal people do after the club, so I don’t see the harm in it.  Besides, we can’t forget that my so called boyfriend has been ignoring my ass, and his bum ass forgot that today was our anniversary; didn’t call me or anything, so fuck him.  And it’s not like I’m going to fuck this sexy man, it’s just food.

We all went to IHOP because it was the only place open this late at night.

“Let’s get two different booths; I don’t need y’all killing our vibe while me and my future girl Mo gets to know each other,” Ace’s crazy ass friend Brandon says. So we get two different booths.

“So tell me about yourself,” Ace says and that’s how it all started. We continued talking until 8 AM not even noticing nasty ass Mo and Brandon left us to do God knows what. 

Something told me to look at the time when I realized that the sun was up.  “Shit!” I started, “Its 8 AM in the fucking morning and I have to get to work.”  I own a salon in Arlington and I live in Dallas, so I knew I was gonna be hella late.

“I’m sorry Ace, but I gotta go.  Here’s my number, we’ll talk some other time,” I said.

  He got his sexy ass up and said, “I’ll take you to where you need to go because I know you didn’t drive.”  That’s when I remembered that I didn’t drive and that my shit was still at Mo’s house, but I would rather him take me there than to my house that me and dumb ass DeShon share. 

Truth be told, I didn’t even care that I was gone all night.
Fuck DeShon
, I thought.  At least now, he would know how it feels to be waiting up all night.

Ace and I continued our conversation until he pulled up to Mo’s house.  He walked me to my car and said, “Tanesha, I hope to see more of you.  I feel this chemistry between us that can’t be explained.  I know you feel it too.  And ain’t nobody worried about your sorry ass so called boyfriend either. I would never leave you out all night.  When you ready for me, you know how to reach me.”

Damn, this man really has me feeling some type of way
, I thought as I did something that I would have never thought I would do.  As he was talking I just stared deep into his eyes because I knew that what he was saying was true and I really wanted to taste his juicy lips.  I couldn’t help myself.  I leaned my back against my car and pulled him close to me.  I felt his hard dick on my stomach and instantly knew he was working with a monster dick.  My juices started to flow once again; I looked up into his eyes again and went for the kill.  I pulled his face down and kissed him gently at first.  His lips were so soft I couldn’t help but to kiss them again.  Our kiss deepened and his hands were all over me.  Hell, we were so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t even care that we were outside nor did we see Mo’s lurking ass.

“Ahem, Miss Thang, did your hot ass forget you got a shop to open up?” Mo said. 

We broke our kiss, I hugged him and said, “I hear what you’re saying.  I’ll be in touch.” I watched him get into his black Bentley and peel off.

Mo just shook her head at me, smiling and said, “Bitch, go home and get ready, and yes, I will open your shop for you.” 

I laughed and said “thank you” and got into my car and headed home, feeling like I was on cloud nine.