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  Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway

  Natavia

  Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway

  Copyright © 2015 by Natavia

  Published by Shan Presents

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  Acknowledgments

  I want to give a big shout out to my cousin, Myleka for believing in me when I told you I wanted to be an author. I love you for that! You still manage to support me miles away. LOL! Since day one you have been rooting for me, and will always have my back!

  I want to also thank God, for blessing me with a chance to fulfill my dreams! Without Him, I wouldn’t had been able to do it! I want to also thank my son, Logan You are the reason for giving me hope in a lot of things because of you I want to do better and live better for us. I was going to give up writing, but having you made me dust my notebook off and continue to live out my dream in becoming an author.

  I also want to thank the people who didn’t have hope in me anyway. Believe it or not y’all are my number one fans because of y’all it makes me want grind even harder! I used to tell some of my friends I was going to get my book published. They brushed it off LOL. Y’all can pick your faces up off the floor! Not too many friends and family supported me and I’m cool with that. The best cheerleader you can ever have in your corner are your kids, God, and yourself!

  Last but not least, I would like to thank Shan for noticing me and my Shan Presents Author Squad! LOL! I love all y’all because of y’all I have all the encouragement I need! I’m not too big on expressing myself, but I’m just thankful! So, with that being said enjoy the story and I hope to hear some feedback from y’all. SEE YA! Until next time!

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  Table of Contents

  Camren

  Royal

  Camren

  Royal

  Camren

  Royal

  Camren

  Koran

  Tee-Tee

  Corey

  Man-Man

  Jamie

  Ashaun

  Camren

  Royal

  Corey

  Tee-Tee

  Jamie

  “Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who Love you, no matter what…

  Anonymous

  Camren

  I was sitting down thinking about all the pain this man had put me through. It made me feel like shit. Koran had been my heart since I was fourteen, and seven years later, things were still the same. I didn’t know why I put up with it. Maybe it was my self-esteem. See I was what most people, well women, would call chubby; a plus-size woman. A thick and voluptuous size 16. I was not sloppy by all means. Most of it was in my ass, hips, and thighs.

  My stomach didn’t hang over my pants. Don’t get it twisted though; Camren Laynor still turned heads, but not Koran. He degraded me every chance he got regardless of my feelings. See, when I first started messing around with him, I was a size 13. Although, things had changed since then, it didn’t give him the right to say or do the things that he did.

  I gave him a daughter whose name is Parker. She is five months old. Right after I had her, things really took a turn for the worst. The lies, cheating, physical and mental abuse increased.

  It was 3:30am and I was still up waiting for this motherfucker to come home. No calls, no texts, nada! This the shit I had been putting up with for the past four years of my life. I texted him again:

  Sunday 3:31am:

  Where the fuck are you?????? And y aren’t answering the fucking phone???

  I still got no response. I had been very patient with this fool and my patience was running thin. See, a woman couldn’t take but so much. Every woman had a breaking point and I think I was almost there. I stayed up and waited for him to come home, but he never came and I dozed off…

  “Yo, why the fuck were you blowing my phone up for all last night?” Koran screamed as I jumped out of my sleep.

  This fool had lost his everlasting mind. I checked the clock and it was 11am. This nigga know I was ready to dig in his shit. “Why the fuck you just getting in? You didn’t see me calling and texting your stupid ass?” I screamed back. I was fully awake now. I jumped out of bed, as God as my witness, I was ready karate chop his yellow ass.

  “I told you I was going out! I got drunk and crashed at a homeboy’s house! Like what the fuck man! Every time I come home you be on your bullshit. That’s why I hate coming in this miserable ass place!” he yelled.

  My nostrils flared. “Well then get your fucking ass out! Bitch, I don’t want your ass here if you feel like that. I’m tired of the disrespect! You don’t spend time with Parker or me! We should be what matters! What the fuck is out there that’s so important to the point you feel the need to neglect your family? You tired of coming home? Well, I’m tired of your whack ass coming home, too! Whoever you were with, that’s where you need pack your shit up and go. We are good over here, believe that! You think the world revolves around your yellow ass? News flash chump, it doesn’t!”

  My chest heaved in and out as I clenched my fist. I wanted to rock his dumb ass. What added fuel to the fire was when I noticed he had on a completely different outfit than he had on last night. This was one dumb son of a bitch. He didn’t even know how to cheat. He got clothes at wherever he stayed.

  “Then you got the nerve to have on a fresh fucking outfit!”

  He was True Religion down with a pair of high top, leather vintage Converses. He was looking good as hell. He was about 6’0 feet even and weighed 190 pounds. He was light skinned with sandy brown, wavy hair; he kept in a fresh line up. He had the prettiest pink lips a man could have. Long eyelashes adorned his big brown eyes. He reminded me of August Alsina.

  “Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit! You know damn well I keep shit over at Damon’s house. You claim you mad at a nigga, but you over there looking like you trying to fuck,” he smirked showing his diamond encrusted top and bottom row golds.

  This man was always testing me. It was like he knew I couldn’t resist him just like that Nikki Minaj song, he could see right through me. I hate that shit! I also felt like he did the things he did because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

  Koran walked over to me and toured over my 5’4 frame. He gripped my ass as he hugged me then he lightly placed kisses on my neck. His Gucci cologne was doing something to me. I know he was trying to seduce me because sometimes his dick was the only thing to calm me down. This was the solution to everything. He would fuck me into a coma and just like that my stupid ass would forget everything. He had me sprung.

  Maybe it was because he was the only man I had ever been with. He was my first in everything, which was another reason why he got away with so much. I loved this man with all of my being; it was that he just didn’t act right. My head was fucked up and I had no one to blame, but myself.

  He kissed me passionately lifting my chin up, he stared into my eyes, but the look he gave me was empty. He no longer loved me the way he used to.

  “Cam, you know I love you! Why you tripping on me? All that bickering and yelling be stressing me out! I went to the club and then I crashed at Damon’s crib. You be tripping with all this insecure bullshit. You and my daughter are all that matters. I wouldn’t fuck my home life up for these broads.”

  I had already blocked him out. His touches were ma
king me forget everything we just argued about moments earlier.

  “BLAH, BLAH, BLAH,” was all I heard as he touched me in my sacred places. He slid my shorts down to my ankles. He had one hand palming my ass cheek while the other massaged my sensitive bud. A moan escaped from my lips that gave him the green light. His wet tongue flickered across my ear. The floodgates opened as his fingers glided between my slit like silk. The erotic melody of my wetness was heard throughout the room as he toyed with my womanhood.

  “Baby, this pussy never gets mad at a nigga. You do all that yelling and shit for what? You know your ass not going nowhere! Now, turn around and arch that back how I like it!”

  I was in a trance as my body did what it was told. I was no longer in control of it. I arched my back with my big round caramel ass tooted up and ready. I had a big colorful butterfly on my ass; a wing covered each cheek. When it was clapping, they look like they were flying. The head and antennae were on the tip of my crack. Koran talked me into getting that along with the flower trail that lead down to Ms. Vajayjay, the name I gave my pussy. I could admit, my tattoos were sexy as hell.

  He slowly slid into me, stretching me to his erect size. He grabbed my hips and started giving me deep slow strokes. When he hit me with that death-stroke, I’d be on good behavior for a few days. His fingers lightly brushed across my clit and my body trembled. My Hershey kisses sized nipples ached to be licked. The sensation felt so good, it felt like someone was brushing a feather across my body. When he gripped my hips harder, he went deeper and hit my spot. I screamed. He was hitting my spine! I came so damned hard I’d gotten lightheaded.

  “SMACK, SMACK!”

  “OUCH, what the fuck?” I yelled. He smacked my ass really hard. I was sure it would be bruising pretty soon. I hated when he did that shit.

  “Shut the hell up! This what you wanted, right? You like when I get rough with your ass! Take that shit!” he said out of breath.

  He now had one leg up on the bed with the other still planted on the floor. I threw my ass back meeting his thrusts and I came again. He grabbed my Havana twists, pulling them back as if he were on a horse. I had just got them done and they were still tight as hell.

  “Get the fuck off my hair!” I moaned. I couldn’t lie it was feeling good as hell.

  The problem I had with Koran was that all he did was fuck me roughly. He never took the time to make love to me. I didn’t even know what it felt like to get the kitty licked. It was always me on all four like I was a damn dog. Sad to say, I was used to it.

  “I don’t give a fuck about your hair! See, that’s your problem you complain too much. Even when I’m fucking you!” He pulled out spraying his thick, creamy fluids onto my back. I rolled my eyes; this relationship is over.

  I was fourteen when I met him and he was fifteen. We had puppy love and that was exactly what it was, no wonder he screwed me like a dog. We never got along and when we did it was because we were probably sleeping. I been with him for seven years a long ass time, but I was content and a part of me was afraid to move on without him. He was also my daughter father. My eyes watered because those were the only two things that were keeping me in this situation.

  I got up and headed towards the bathroom to shower. He went into the living room to run his mouth on the phone. After my fifteen-minute shower, I rubbed Cocoa butter over my body. I had the softest and the smoothest skin anyone could imagine. I was getting dressed to attend a cookout that was being held at Jamie’s mother’s house. I wanted to dress comfortably because I knew I was going to be one of the few to work the grill.

  It was beginning of spring, so I opted for a very thin, black, long sleeve, off the shoulder shirt with the word “SWAGG” written across it in white lettering. I had on a pair of black and white pattern leggings that made my ass look bigger than it already was. On my feet was a pair of black Pumas. I grabbed my MCM tote bag, put on my black Michael Kors shades and was headed towards the door.

  “Where you going?” he grilled me.

  I rolled my eyes. “Out!”

  “Out where?”

  Oh yeah, he was definitely guilty about something. Koran didn’t give two shits about what I did. “I’m going to Ms. Pam’s house. She’s having a cookout.” I wouldn’t dare bring him with me. Jamie’s brothers would eat his ass alive, especially Royal. No one liked Koran, none of my family or my friends.

  “Well, I hope you eat a salad. I swear you always going somewhere that involves food!” he snapped.

  Why did this man hate me so much? The only thing I had ever done wrong was loving him. I just looked at him. He disgusted me. As handsome as he was he was very ugly on the inside.

  “You know what? Fuck you!” I yelled throwing our family picture that sat on the coffee table. It missed his head by a few inches. Damn I needed better aim. I was never violent, but this punk ass negro was trying me. I actually believed if I had a gun my big ass would be on the show First 48.

  “You crazy bitch!” He ran towards me. I was already out the door and getting into my car. He banged on my window yelling and screaming obscenities with spit flying out of his mouth. He looked just like the devil himself. Thank God the doors were locked. He would’ve beaten my ass.

  I backed out of the parking spot. When I got further down the street, I stuck my middle finger out the window. I laughed to the point I couldn’t breathe. I turned my radio on and my girl K. Michelle was on.

  “We going do whatever you like…

  Very special,

  Got some Henny chilling on ice,

  Very special”

  I loved me some K. Michelle.

  *****

  “Hey, Cam, you looking lovely as always!” Ms. Pam said as she hugged me.

  “Thanks, you do too and that bob is fierce honey!” I told her. My best friend Jamie’s mom was the shit. She could’ve been Angela Bassett’s twin only difference was her hazel eyes. Although she was forty-four, she looked to be only thirty.

  “Well, you know how I do child. I can’t wait till your mom brings that beautiful granddaughter of hers with her. I miss that little baby.”

  I smiled. “You know my mom be stealing her away from me on the weekends. I need a little time to myself. You know with going to school and having a full-time job is a lot. Koran hasn’t been any help,” I shamefully admitted.

  Ms. Pam rolled her eyes. She couldn’t stand Koran. She even went as far as cussing him out a few times. Ms. Pam was like my second mom. Her and my mom had been best friends since middle school. They even had Jamie and me around the same time. I was only a few months younger than Jamie. Jamie and I had been friends since I could remember, no scratch that, Jamie was more like my sister.

  “Where is my sister?” I asked because that girl was always running late. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came by the time it was over.

  “You know her and Ashaun are never nowhere on time. Their asses are always late. They are probably pulled over on the side of the road having a verbal fight,” she laughed.

  Ashaun was Jamie’s husband. A few months ago they went to Vegas on vacation then came back married. I laid her ass out because we promised each other that we would be the maid of honor at each other’s wedding.

  There weren’t many people here, so I helped prep the chicken breast and steaks for the grill.

  “What’s up shorty?” the sexy deep baritone voice said behind me.

  I blushed then rolled my eyes. Jamie’s oldest brother Royal used to pick on me when I was younger. He still sometimes does. He was always doing something or saying something out the way to me. I turned around.

  “Hi, Royal,’’ I spoke dryly.

  “Damn, it’s like that? You looking good as hell today,” he said with his eyes roaming over my body. Lately, he’d been giving me butterflies. I used to have this weird crush on him and I didn’t think it ever fully went away. I treated him like a pest sometimes because I knew he was out of my league. He liked those exotic model type bitches. Although, he would sta
re me down, and occasionally brush up on me, I ignored it. I never took him seriously because of how he used to tease me.

  “Thanks,” I blushed again.

  Royal was fine as all hell. I mean panty dropping fine. His had smooth Hershey chocolate skin, strong jaw line, and a perfect set of white teeth. He was masculine and very tall, standing at 6’4. He was also bow-legged. He reminded me of a thugged out Lance Gross. I was never into chocolate men, but this man had my hormones jumping like a two for one sale. All types of freaky rated-R shit ran through my head.

  “You staring at a nigga like I’m a tall glass of cold, chocolate milk.”

  Only if he could read my mind right about now. OOOO WEEE, he almost made my knees buckle staring at me like that.

  I rolled my eyes then turned back around to finish prepping the meat. He reached over me while his dick brushed against my ass. His Clive Christian cologne filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. When I got to eight, his dick was hard as a brick as he purposely pressed it against my ass.

  “What the fuck, Royal?” I shoved him off.

  “What’s the matter shorty? You feel something you like?” he chuckled.

  “Nigga, you all in my personal space and shit!” He licked his lips as he eyed my breast. This was embarrassing; my nipples were like Afghanistan missiles, ready to take off.

  “Looks like you don’t mind me being in your personal space after all!” He winked then left out of the kitchen with his water in his hand.

  His damn swag, cockiness and all that fineness he toting around needed to be a crime. You would’ve never thought he was the youngest, most ruthless kingpin within the whole DMV. He was a crime lord. The man was dangerous to the streets and to Ms. Vajayjay.

  Royal

  Shorty know she was feeling your boy. I brushed up on her purposely. She was all shy around me now like we didn’t grow up around each other. Cam was looking good in those leggings. She had one of those Nikki Minaj asses, but it was all natural. I wanted that girl more than ever now. Thing was I always had a thing for Cam even when she was a youngin’. I started paying attention to her in a different way when she was about thirteen. She was thicker than most girls. Some might even go as far as calling her fat. I thought she was the bomb with her thick legs, wide hips, and big breast that sat up just right.