I Got Love For A Carolina Hustla
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I felt my chest get tight and I all of a sudden felt nauseous, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom in my office and emptied the contents of my stomach, which wasn’t much. I felt the tears sting my eyes, but I willed them not to fall.
That’s why he wouldn’t answer the phone, he never left his girlfriend. He was still with that bitch, and he had the nerve to make me feel like I was more to him than I actually was. Now here I am the pregnant, married side chick, how the fuck does that sound.
“You got played sis, and you ain’t got no one to blame but yourself.” I stared back at my reflection and shook my head. After a few more moments of self-reflection, I made my way back to my office. “Oh my God Young.”
He was in the corner crying his eyes out. I felt like shit because I was worried about my situation when I was supposed to be there for him. I hated to see him like this, it was like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He was rocking back and forth. I climbed down on the floor with him, and I hugged him.
“It wasn’t my fault, I told him to stop.” He cried, and I couldn’t help the tears that touched my cheek. I just wanted to hold him and take his pain away.
“What wasn’t your fault?” I coached him.
“I can’t!” he shook his head and then cried into my chest. My heart was so heavy, I prayed that he wasn’t about to tell me what I thought he was about to tell me.
“Did someone do something to you?” He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, and I knew the answer to my question. “Let me help you.”
He poured his soul on my shoulder with his tears, I rubbed his back and let him get it out. I felt like he needed to let all of that go, now he needed to get out what happened and start the healing process. I gave him all the time he needed to gather his thoughts and when he was ready to talk he had my undivided attention.
“My mom,” he looked at me, and I nodded my head. “Her boyfriend Roger, he—um he did things to me that he shouldn’t have.” His eyes darted around the room, landing everywhere but on mine. “I should have run or fought him back, I’m the reason it happened. I’m the reason my mom is in jail. I didn’t want him to, I told him to stop, I’m not gay.” He threw out all at one time.
“Hey hey, none of this is your fault and don’t you ever think that. The man that did this to you is sick in the head and deserved everything he got.” I knew I shouldn’t have said that but I couldn’t help it, my heart hurt for him. “Have you told anyone?”
“No!” he yelled and jumped up. “Well my mom, walked in on him doing it, that’s why she killed him, but you can’t tell anybody. Nobody can know!” he began to cry again.
“You need to tell Lucas.” I looked at him, and uncertainty and fear filled his beautiful brown eyes. “Young you have to tell him, you can’t go through this by yourself. Tell him.”
“No!” he pushed me, and I fell back on my ass, and he ran out of the room. I hopped up and went in search of him, and I couldn’t find him, I didn’t mean to upset him to the point where he would run, I just hoped like hell he went home.
I waited and waited to receive a call from Lucas or Sony, the sun had started to set, and I was worried, so I tried to call Lucas, and as usual, it went right to the voicemail. Unable to wait anymore I went and looked up Lucas’ address, making sure that Young was okay. That was more important than the bullshit that me and Lucas were going through.
At this point, I was worried about him hurting himself or getting into some trouble that he couldn’t get himself out of. I hopped in my car, put the address in my phone and headed in the direction of Lucas’ house.
When I pulled up to the house a twinge of jealousy crept through my body, as quickly as it came it left because I remember what he had done to me and the baby growing in my stomach. I grabbed my briefcase and phone and headed to the door.
I lightly knocked I could hear voices on the other side of the door. It wasn’t until I heard his sexy laugh that the hurt of what he did slithered its way into my heart. I had to keep my emotions under control when it came to him. I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much what he did affected me.
“Who the fuck is it?” the base in his voice carried through the thick oak door of their beautiful house. He swung the door open before I could answer.
Our eyes met and I was flooded with a host of emotions, I was happy, mad, sad, pissed off, horny, and everything else you could think of. A small smirk started to form on his lips reminding me of the snake he really was.
“Is Kameron here?” I asked, and the smirk disappeared from his face.
“No, he’s supposed to be with you.”
“We talked about what happened the night of…” my words trailed off as a very beautiful woman came to the door. I offered up a small smile, and she scoffed. Ignoring her I continued to tell Lucas bits and pieces of what we talked about but not going into detail, he would need to hear that from Kameron. “If you see him, please tell him to call me, I’m so worried about him.”
With that I turned on my heels to leave, I couldn’t stand to be there one more minute. I was on the verge of crying, and I didn’t want to cry anymore. I made my bed now I got to lay in the shit.
“Ocean, let me talk to you for a minute,” Lucas called out.
“No Lucas just leave me be.” I shook my head and attempted to get back in my car, but he shut the door no soon as I had it open. He threw me against the car and grabbed me by the arms. “Let me go, Lucas,” the tears started to fall involuntarily. “Let me go.”
He wrapped me in his arms and rocked me back and forth while I cried into his chest. His cologne reached my nostrils, and that’s when I lost it. I started swinging at him and he tried his best to restrain me, but I wouldn’t let him. I fought until I tired myself out.
“Chill Ocean it ain’t what you think!”
“Oh it’s what I think, your lying ass is still with your girlfriend. You lied to me when you didn’t have to! I told you that I wasn’t ready to fall for someone, and you made me fall for you Lucas, you made me love you. You did that when the whole time you were with your girlfriend, your pregnant girlfriend. I fucking hate you.” I pushed him off of me, but he grabbed my extended arms.
“We are not together, and I don’t know if that’s my baby.” He said through gritted teeth, “And keep your hands to yourself, shit is out of my control right now. If I could change it, I would. ”
I scoffed and looked at him. “You don’t have to worry about me touching you ever again. Let me go.” I snatched away, and he let me. “Just tell Young to call me when he gets here.”
Climbing into my driver’s seat, I put my head on my steering wheel and let out the last few tears that wanted to fall. This fucking baby had me emotional, and I hated it. Raising my eyes to back out of their driveway, I came face to face with his girlfriend, and she wore a sneaky smirk. I rolled my eyes and peeled out and down the street promising myself that I was done with anything that had to do with Lucas Sharp, including this baby.
Bryce
“Damn Cherice, I can’t wait until you get out and this will be our life.” I lied breathily as I buckled my pants from our little weekly session. I had no plans on being with her after all of this. By the time she got out, I would have found a way for Ocean to forgive me and I wouldn’t even need her anymore.
The shake down that I had planned, went better than I expected and having them snatch her commissary away was a nice touch. It made him understand that I wasn’t fucking around. For the last few weeks he hasn’t been by Ocean’s place or her job. Everything that I needed to happen was happening, I had to give myself a pat on the back.
“I pray that you’re serious about us because I love you and I want a positive male figure in Kameron’s life. Someone who makes legal money and has something going for himself, like you.”
Yeah that definitely was out of the question. The little pregnancy scare that I had with Bailey was enough for me to realize that I was not ready for kids. Ocean was the on
ly woman that could possibly talk me into a having a family, so the thought of raising someone else’s kid was out of the question.
“Yeah, things are gonna be good for us.” I leaned down to kiss her on the lips.
Cherice was in a vulnerable state with everything going on in her life, which made her easy to manipulate. She finally told me what really happened the night of the murder, I could easily tell them what I know and she would more than likely be released and the charges dropped for Self Defense of a third person. She was saving her child from being molested. Only issue with that was that I needed her where she was right now.
“I love you Bryce.”
“And I love you too.” I kissed her again, I went to turn away but she pulled my arm. “What’s wrong beautiful?”
“You’re sure all the things my brother said were lies to break us up?”
I wanted to laugh at the fact she sounded like she was in high school when she was dancing around the same age as me. I held in my laugh and I nodded my head.
“The only thing I want is for Ocean to sign the divorce papers so I can marry you.” I smiled and she returned it. I had since had then release her money on her books and she was back looking like the vibrant beauty that she was.
We finished talking and then I left the jail, right after I paid the CO that helped me out with privacy. I hopped in my Mercedes C-Class and made sure that my phone was connected to the Bluetooth. I needed to see Ocean, I needed to start phase two of my plan to make sure that her thug don’t come sniffing around again.
“Hello.” Ocean answered the phone on the third ring. She sounded as if she was crying, I loved a damsel in distress.
“Are you okay Ocean?” I answered in my sincerest voice.
“Now is not a good time Bryce,” she said and I just knew she was about to hang up the phone but I needed to talk to her.
“Ocean wait!” I yelled out.
“What?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the divorce.” I could hear her sit up, that pissed me off, but she cleared her throat like she was anxious to hear what I was about to say.
“Okay talk.” Was all she said but her voice was all of a sudden peppy. Her eagerness to talk about ending our marriage made me feel less horrible about what I was about to do.
“I wanna sit down and have one last conversation, if at the end of the conversation you still want a divorce I promise I will sign the divorce papers right then and there.”
“Bryce, we’ve tried this and it always ends with us yelling and screaming.”
“Are you home? We can talk right now, just fifteen minutes and if at the end of that I’ll leave and sign the papers.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“This is the only way I will sign the divorce papers, if you have this one last conversation with me.”
“I can get around this little game you’re playing Bryce, so technically I don’t even have to entertain you.”
“You are exactly right but it’s gonna cost you a lot of money and you’ll have to wait a whole year for it to process.” She sighed heavily and I knew I had her where I wanted her. “It’s fifteen minutes I mean damn you spent 12 years with me, you’re telling me you can’t spend 15 minutes to talk to me about ending everything we’ve built.”
“Fine, fifteen minutes Bryce.” She yelled and hung up the phone.
To say that I was happy was an understatement, things were definitely working out in my favor. This shit was definitely meant to be.
Weaving in and out of traffic trying to make my way to Ocean’s house, when I pulled up the sun was still lingering in the sky, but it was about to be dark which would definitely work out in my favor.
Treading up to the door of the house that I used to share with her, I tapped twice on it. I knew she could hear it because she was in the living room, I could hear the TV. A few seconds passed, and she opened the door, the scowl on her face was beautiful. I loved every curve of her face even when it was in a frown. Damn, why did I have to fuck this up?
“Come in.” she rolled her puffy eyes, which proved my earlier suspicion about her crying. I completely forgot about her eyes the minute mine met her plump ass. Damn, I missed her. “Your fifteen minutes start now.”
My eyes darted around the living room, and I noticed that she had lemonade on the table with some gram crackers. That was perfect.
“Do you think I could get a glass of lemonade? I have been at work all day and I was scared to stop just in case you changed your mind.” I chuckled, and she joined in surprisingly. “Did you squeeze it yourself?” I asked as she disappeared around the corner heading to the kitchen and I found a seat next to where it looked like she was sitting.
“Yep, you know I don’t do store bought lemonade.” She yelled.
I heard her open the refrigerator. That was the perfect time to do what I needed to do. I slipped my hand into my suit pocket and pulled out the little vial I had and emptied its contents into her glass.
“Do you want ice?” I jumped at her voice, I had never done anything like this but I knew what this drug did, and I needed to make sure that Lucas Sharp wouldn’t want anything to do with her after all was said and done.
“Not if it’s already cold, I don’t want to water it down and miss out on how good it is.”
“You’re laying it on thick aren’t you?” She yelled from the kitchen with sarcasm lacing her voice.
At first I didn’t answer her, “You know what, on second thought yes add ice and if you have an extra lemon slice that would be great.”
I wanted to make sure that there weren’t any traces of the contents that I added to her drink. By the time she returned to the living room everything had looked as it did when she left. The stars were really aligning for me.
“Now what’s there to talk about?” She sat on the end furthest away from me while turning her body towards me. Her breasts were filling the tight camisole that she was wearing up and I couldn’t help but focus my attention there. “Eyes up here, now talk.”
“I was just thinking, me and you have been through too much to be fighting like this. I mean we’ve been together for over 12 years, I don’t want this to completely ruin any kind of relationship that we could have, even if it’s just a friendship.” I was really sweetening this up, I wanted her to believe the shit that I was saying. I needed her to.
I needed her to get comfortable enough to drink the lemonade, talk with me and let the concoction take effect. Everything that I had planned was riding on this.
The GHB I used causes short-term memory loss so she won’t even remember the majority of this until it’s too late. Her boy toy would know that I was her husband, her first and she would always submit to me sexually. I planned to make the visual very convincing.
“I agree, I hate that things ended like this, but I just don’t think I could ever trust you enough for it to last. Things just went too far, too much has happened.” Her sympathetic eyes almost made me feel bad for what I was doing, but I didn’t. I needed to have something in my back pocket in case Lucas tried to flip. So as bad as I was feeling about all of this it was necessary.
“I’m sorry for my part in all of this. I took my vows for granted, I should have cherished you more than I did and now it’s too late. Just know that regardless of what happened I never stopped loving you.” A lone tear rolled down her high cheekbone. I reached out to wipe it, and she let me.
“I’m sorry for whatever part I played in it too.” she nodded her head like all of this was somehow making her feel better.
“You remember how in love we used to be,” I smiled at the memory. “You couldn’t tell us that we weren’t the new Will and Jada, a power couple in the making.” She smiled and looked into the sky like she was trying to remember. “There was nothing we wouldn’t do for each other back then, what happened?”
Sighing heavily, she picked up her glass and took down like half of it, I smiled to myself, I put a little extra in there just in case s
he didn’t drink the whole glass. I also bought it in injection form, just in case I couldn’t get her to ingest it. Either way, this was going down I was just happy we were doing it the easy way.
We took a trip back to memory lane, we started talking about all the things we went through while we were broke and in college. How we were there for each other when we needed one another. The good times, that’s what I wanted her to focus on but all that changed in a matter of minutes. Ocean picked up her glass and finished it, she shut her eyes real tight and then stretched them real big. I knew it only took most people 10 minutes for GHB to work and it had been damn near thirty.
“We forgot to love each other like we did back then, that’s what happened.” Ocean shook her head as she went back to my original question.
“And there is no way to get that back?” she looked at me and then sighed again.
“You cheated on me with that bitch, and—and—and you ahhhh ummm…” she stammered. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Ocean are you okay.” A small smile crept on my face. Lucas Sharp was about to be out of the picture for good and I was getting my wife back.
Lucas
The hardest thing that I had ever had to fucking do was stay away from Ocean, shit was damn near impossible. I even went as far as blocking her. So, seeing her today broken like she was killed me. It made me feel like an ain’t shit nigga. I wanted to go and reach out to her, but I knew that I couldn’t.
I was so close to getting what I needed to shut the nigga Bryce down that I could taste it but I had to keep my distance so I wouldn’t fuck shit up. My lawyer was helping me get dirt on him while working on my sister's case behind the scenes.
Things would be back on track really soon. And I couldn’t wait, I needed Ocean in my life, and I couldn’t wait to have her in my fucking arms again. My phone interrupted me from my thoughts of Ocean, I looked, and it was River.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen my sister?” she sounded frantic.