Chapter One

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    Hassan stood staring out of his bedroom window. His mind had been all over the place lately. At thirty he was a convicted felon. He was a big time drug dealer and was caught up by a nigga who was supposed to be his homeboy. Niggas were funny and flaw as fuck. Hassan had been free for the last three years. 

    Now he was legit and doing everything legally. He owned a few businesses and was living a good life. Trenda was his girl friend of two years. She was a lash and brow tech. At twenty-eight she was doing well for herself.

    Trenda had been hinting about adding a third person in the bedroom. She didn’t understand how shit could go left. Of course as a man he was all for it. There was just one thing he picked who entered their bedroom. If he left it to Trenda she would have some ghetto-ass hood chick.

    “Baby you coming down to eat?” Trenda asked from the doorway.

    Hassan turned and licked his full brownish-pink lips. His honey colored eyes raked over Trenda in the shorts and sports bra. He couldn’t deny she was beautiful with her low cut magenta hair. She put you in the mind of the dancer Taylor Terry. 

    “Yeah,” he said pulling up his slightly sagging Amir jeans.

    Trenda couldn’t resist staring at her man. Hassan Williams was fine as fuck. His rich caramel skin was covered in ink from his neck down to his torso. His upper body looked like a full shirt. The colorful artwork meshed well with his skin tone. Two small crosses rested at the corner of his left eye. A small tattoo reading blessed rested above his right eyebrow. This man was fine as hell and every bitch wanted him being that he owned a tattoo shop.

    Hassan followed her out with his eyes on the swell of her plump ass. He couldn’t lie and say his bitch wasn’t the shit because she was. Once downstairs she placed his plate of lasagna corn and garlic toast in front of him. 

    He raised his brow when she nervously bit on her bottom lip. Obviously she had something on her mind and he knew exactly what it was. “What’s good Tren? Speak ya’ mind.”

    “Have you given any thought to what we talked about?”

    He dropped his fork and leaned back in the high back stool. Those gorgeous peepers rested on her. “Have you thought about this? Are you really sure you want to do this?”

    “Yes,” she replied hopeful.

    “There is just one condition.” 

    “What?”

    “I choose the woman.”

    Trenda’s mouth opened and closed. She didn’t expect he would want to choose. Her assumptions had her looking like an ass. For a minute she didn’t say anything because she didn’t know what the fuck to say.

    “It’s either my way or we’re not doing it.”

    “Fine.” She rolled her eyes with a loud huff.

    This was going to be a very interesting situation. Hassan couldn’t wait to turn shit up in the bedroom. Trenda always wanted some shit that would have her pretty ass in her feelings. Just because Hassan was a street nigga and considered a roughneck didn’t mean he wasn’t selective when it came to women. He would make sure he chose someone who wasn’t the norm. 

 

Chapter Two

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    Morgan removed her glasses from her face. She massaged her tired eyes. It had been a long grueling week. She won the case the murder case that had been going on for over a year. It was time for her to take a much-needed break. Her birthday was tomorrow and she was turning thirty-five. 

    Morgan didn’t look a day over twenty-five. She worked out at least four times week. Her body was tight and women paid a hefty sum to have a body like hers. It was after seven and she still hadn’t made any attempts to leave the office. If she didn’t leave soon her best friend would be blowing her line up soon.

    She stood organizing things on her desk. Once she was done she grabbed her attaché case and headed towards the elevator. When she made it the parking garage, Henry the security guard nodded at her as she walked towards her 2023 BMW 7 series 740i. The lights flashed when she hit the key fob.

    As soon as she got shut the door her best friend Jayla was calling. Morgan connected the call. “How are you Jayla?” she smiled as if she could see her.

    “I’m good. Let me guess you are just leaving the office?” Jayla questioned.

    “Yes. I’m exhausted. It has been a long fucking year.”

    “That it has. Now since you have won this big case and your birthday is tomorrow you know what time it is.”

    “Tonight? Morgan asked.

    “What better time. Pre-birthday celebration.”

    “I do need to unwind, but at the same time I’m mentally drained.”

    “Well get it together because I’ll be at your house by the time you get there. Bye boo.”

    Jayla hung up before Morgan could protest. 

    All Morgan wanted to do was relax in a nice bubble bath with a glass of wine. She knew if she didn’t go out with her best friend she wouldn’t hear the end of it. Maybe tonight would be filled with endless possibilities. Who was Morgan kidding? She knew damn well she wasn’t about that life.

 

Hours later…

    Morgan looked around the crowded bar while sipping from her strawberry lemon drop. She opted for a classy and chic look tonight. A pair of skinny jeans fitted her curvy bottom and a silk backless top fit across her ample breasts. Her hair remained in its signature bun with a middle part. Simple diamond studs were in her ears. Lashes and lip plumping gloss were her choice for makeup. Morgan rarely wore makeup. Her skin was so flawless it looked as if it had been airbrushed. There weren’t any blemishes in sight.

    “It’s packed as hell in here,” Jayla said looking around.

    “Yeah and I let you talk me into coming here when I could have been curled up by now with some ice cream and a good book.” Morgan playfully rolled her eyes.

    “You need to get you some much-needed dick or pussy…”

    Morgan narrowed her eyes at Jayla. She could be so out-of-pocket. There had never been a time in her life she thought about being with a woman. Now getting some dick she wouldn’t attest to because it had been a good minute for her.

    While the music played and Morgan sipped from her drink she had no idea she was being watched. Hassan had encountered many beautiful women in his lifetime. None compared to the beauty who walked thirty minutes ago. There was something about her ass that mad his dick stiff in the expensive jeans he wore.

    He wouldn’t call her a bad bitch or a bitch at all. She was a class act and he could tell she was reserved. He wanted her and he wondered if Trenda was feeling the same way. When he turned to her, she was already scoping the scene. She had to admit the woman across the room was gorgeous as fuck. Maybe out of their league, however Trenda wanted her just as Hassan…