Good Girls Love Thugs (Good Girls Love Thugs - A Hood Romance Book 1)

by Shvonne Latrice

  "Hey Ma. Hey Danielle," I said dryly.

  "Sup," Danielle uttered without looking my way. I couldn't stand her ass.

  "Ma. Kendrick asked me to move in with him," I said, standing there with bated breath.

  "And I hope you told him hell no!"

  "No, I said yes!"

  "Well I'm saying no!" my mother yelled, standing up off the couch.

  "I'm gonna be 18 soon, Mom. I'm going to live with him whether it be now or when I turn 18!"

  She walked closer to me. "But why Nic, you're only 17! Why do you need to move in with him! You guys aren't married!"

  "Because I love him Ma! I want to live with him and he wants to live with me. I'm going!" I started to go upstairs.

  "Wait. Okay Nic. Calm down. I don't want to run you off baby," she said calmly.

  "I know I'm sorry for yelling at you Ma. But you met him, you know," I pleaded.

  She smiled rubbing my cheek, "Yes he is a nice guy," she stared at me for a second…you not gonna listen to me anyway, hunh?" she smirked. I shook my head no and smiled.

  "Fine Nic! But I want you to know if anything happens, you can come back!" she yelled after me.

  "I know! Thank you Mommy!" I said as I ran upstairs to pack.

  On my way out, I saw Danielle looking at me with the same venom that the girls around B-more did when they saw me with Kendrick. Shit even when they saw me alone. I hugged my mom goodbye and ignored Danielle. A part of me really wished we could be cool. I didn't have siblings, so she was the closest thing to it.

  I arrived at Kendrick's house and parked my car in the back garage area as he instructed me to. I entered the house and rose petals were everywhere, making me smile.

  The chef came from the kitchen. "Apple cider ma'am?"

  I smiled and took the champagne flute filled with apple cider. I walked into the house some more, and Kendrick entered the living room.

  "Welcome home baby," he said smiling, showing his dimples and looking perfect as ever.

  "Hey baby!" I ran to him and hugged him tight. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. We kissed for what felt like an eternity. I loved this nigga.

  "You love me?" he asked as if he was reading my mind.

  "Yes. I love you, Kendrick Dreaux King," I said, looking into his eyes with my arms around his neck. I was scared to be with him a little, just because I didn't want him to become tired or bored with me. Jessica's comments circled my mind constantly. What if he left me one day ‘cause I was too soft or just not enough. As Jessica said, it takes a lot to please a man like Kendrick King.

  "I love you too, Nic Amyah Fuller," he responded, snapping me from my negative thoughts.

  "Forever?" I said, moving my hands to hold his face.

  "Forever baby girl. You mean the world to me. Already," he smiled at me, and I playfully tugged on his lip with my mouth.

  He picked me up and carried me to what was now our bedroom. He laid me on the bed and began to remove my clothing with ease. I wanted to give him head since I had never done it before, and I wanted him to be my first. I got down on my knees.

  "What you doing?" he asked, chuckling.

  I didn't respond as I removed his dick from his pants, and it was staring me down. I closed my eyes to think about the porn movies I watched. I started by licking the tip and letting my saliva release freely.

  "Oh fuck," he said in a low tone.

  I began easing his dick into my mouth, putting it as far back in my throat as I could. I got a good pace and began sucking his dick like my life depended on it. He grabbed the back of my head and began to slowly fuck my face.

  "Nic, baby. I can't believe you never did this before. Ahhhh!" He started to move in a circular motion in my mouth slowly, then stopped.

  I sped up, making sure it was sloppy as hell since I heard niggas loved that.

  "Baby, fuck I'm about to cum," he said in a low tone.

  I went faster and by this time, my chin was wet from all the saliva I had produced. He finally came in my mouth, and I swallowed it.

  He smiled and exhaled. "Get your freaky ass up."

  He lifted me up and tongued me down freakily. I was wet as hell just from sucking his dick. He turned me around and bent me over. He struggled a bit to slide into me, but as wet as I was it wasn't too hard.

  "Why is this pussy so good! You always so wet and snug and warm!" he said as he slowly pumped into me, enjoying every crevice of my walls. "Put your one knee on the bed," he demanded. I did as I was told, and he began to fuck me hard as he held onto my waist tightly.

  "Ahhhhhh Kendrick I'm about to cum daddy!" I yelled out while gripping the sheets.

  He smacked and squeezed my ass and that shit made me cum all over his dick. He flipped me on my back, pinned my arms above my head, and began to kiss me hard and passionately. He licked, sucked, and kissed everything on my body. He arrived at my love box and devoured her until I came twice. He stood up and spread my legs as wide as they could go, holding them open by my knees, and fucked the shit out of me. We both released together and fell asleep, cuddled up and naked. I loved this man, and I was gonna make sure I was everything he needed and wanted.

  ***

  "Get that if you like it," Kendrick smiled at me.

  He decided to take me shopping today. I was trying to be modest, but he was literally letting me get anything I wanted. He tried to take me to all the expensive stores that celebrities buy from, but I don't know anything about that shit. I'd much rather shop at places I am used to. When I told Kendrick I wanted to shop at Towson Town Center, he tried to convince me otherwise to get more expensive stuff. So far, we had spent $4000 at Free people, $6000 at BGBC, $500 at Mac, $2000 at Victoria Secret and PINK, and $3000 at Bebe. We had to go drop some bags off in the trunk to continue, ‘cause I had so much stuff.

  "You sure? You've already spent a lot," I said, looking in the mirror at the fit from H&M.

  "Ma, no I haven't. You like the cheap shit. It's cool," he chuckled. "I planned to spend at LEAST $30,000 on you today, so you got plenty room," he smiled, watching me.

  Damn, $30,000? He already bought me two cars, plus all the shit we got today. He gave me a diamond bracelet, our matching bottom diamond grills for $4000 each, a Ballon Bleu De Cartier watch which was almost $12,000 alone, and I ordered two Hermes bags online that cost about $11,000 together. I had never been in the presence of someone with this much money in my life. We spent another $800 at H&M and headed out the store.

  "Anywhere else?" he asked.

  "You don't want anything?" I frowned.

  "Nah, I'm not much of a shopper anymore," he laughed at my question.

  "Well, no I think I'm good for now. Except, I've always wanted some Uggs," I smiled.

  "Your wish is my command, ma," he smiled and kissed me.

  We purchased four pairs of Uggs because I wanted Chestnut and the black color but I couldn't decide whether to get tall or short so he got me all of them. He used debit because he said whenever you used large amounts of cash at stores, they assumed you dealt drugs and he didn't want nobody assuming shit about him–even though it was the case. I loved how intelligent he was. He always thought ahead and had shit planned out.

  We took my bags to the car and headed to drop them off at home before we went to dinner. He didn't want to leave the bags in the car in fear someone may try to break in his car and steal them while we ate. We could’ve put them in the trunk, but I had way too many.

  We dropped off the bags and headed to Charleston Restaurant for an evening dinner. I had never been to a place that had food priced this damn high. This was all so new to me, and clearly Kendrick had way more money than I imagined. He didn't shop or anything so his money just piled up, he told me. He said he was happy to have a woman worth him spending it on.

  "Thank you baby," I said before I took a sip of my drink.

  "You're welcome baby girl. Did you enjoy yourself today?" he smiled and put a piece of steak in his mouth.

  "Anytime I'm w
ith you, I enjoy myself. I love you," I told him, meaning every word. Kendrick was more than I could've ever asked for, whether he took me on shopping sprees or if he was broke as fuck.

  "Damn, you making a player feel all fuzzy inside," he joked, making us laugh. "But nah, I love you too ma. I just want to make you happy." He sipped his water.

  "Well you have succeeded. I can't buy you all this nice stuff, but I can love you and be here for you, and I hope that it will make you just as happy as you've made me," I told him.

  He paused for a second, "Yeah ma…that's all I want from you and you've done that," he finally said.

  “But I got this for you," I said, handing him a red velvet box containing a gold chain necklace with an N attached. He opened the box and laughed a little.

  "I see you marking your territory," he said, commenting on the N attached. "This is nice ma. I'm gon’ wear it every day. How much was this?" he continued.

  "Only $400," I smiled.

  "Only? You balling?" he raised a brow smiling.

  "No I saved for it, every month. I get money put into my account from my father’s estate. So I put aside money every month and bought that for you," I smiled, eating my potatoes. "And I got this for myself," I said, chewing and pulling out a necklace with a K attached. We both fastened the necklaces around our necks at the same time.

  My father passed when I was still in my mother's womb, so he had money go into an account for me until I was 18. When I turned 18, I could have it all in a lump sum or continue monthly payments. I was gonna continue the monthly payments, because I didn't want to blow it all.

  "Come here," he told me.

  I got up and sat on his lap. "What?" I smiled, inhaling his Tom Ford cologne. Kendrick always made me nervous.

  "You're perfect ma. I love you," he said, looking up in my eyes.

  "I love you more, Kendrick," I smiled, kissing him.

  "I know, and that's what I love about you," he said, tonguing me down.

  Chapter Four: Morgan Garrett

  It was cold as hell outside, but I loved times like this. The weather for cuddling. I decided I was going to drop by Brandon's for a minute. It was around 7 pm so, I knew he was off work. I pulled into his driveway and noticed there was another vehicle in it that was never there when I usually visited. Something told me that it belonged to a woman, but I thought about how my prying before was wrong.

  I checked the mirror to make sure my face looked good still and I got out. I walked onto the porch and rang the doorbell. The door flung open, and a beautiful woman was standing there. My stomach was in knots. She was about the same height as me, dark skinned, long curly hair, and a huge pretty smile. She looked to be about Brandon's age.

  "Hi can I help you?" she smiled.

  "Um, is Mr. Brandon Fall here?" I asked since I couldn't think of anything else.

  "No honey, he is at the store right now. Is there something I can help you with? I'm his wife," she smiled; she seemed so nice and she was gorgeous. She reminded me of Kenya Moore.

  "Uh, no. We are having a…uh…fundraiser at school and I just came to pick up the check," I badly lied.

  "Well we have a joint account, how much was it? I can write it," she offered. The mention of them having a joint account made my heart sink.

  "No, no it's okay. He can just drop it off at the school! Thanks!" I turned quickly to walk away.

  "Honey what's your name so I can tell him who stopped by!" she called out after me.

  "Morgan!" I said as I looked over my shoulder. I made sure to give my real name so that old asshole would know he was caught up.

  "Okay, have a good day Morgan!" she smiled and closed the door.

  Once I got in my car, I cried hysterically.

  "Why me?!" I called out. First Brice, now Brandon–why was I always second fiddle. I had the same feeling I had when Brice fucked me over. This is why I didn't trust men, they didn't give a fuck about me.

  I decided that I didn't want to go home, so I took myself to get some food at this little 24-hour cafe. I was sipping my tea waiting on my food to come when someone called my name. I turned to see the Greek god himself.

  "Kendreeis?"

  We had been texting nonstop since I got his number four months ago, but I had Brandon so I didn't let it go anywhere. He'd asked to take me out, but I declined every time.

  "What's up beautiful! How are you?"

  I shrugged my shoulders and he sat down across from me. He reached over and wiped my cheeks.

  "You been crying?!" I paused, then shook my head yes as more tears fell. I quickly wiped them, feeling embarrassed.

  "Don't tell me some nigga got a beautiful chick like you crying," he frowned.

  "Well yeah…found out he is married," I said as I sipped my tea.

  "Man fuck him, he wasn't worth your time anyway. And definitely not your tears." I gave him a half smile. "Any nigga that would dog Cassie is a fool!" he smiled, and I laughed.

  "Here you go with the Cassie shit!"

  "Would you mind if ate lunch with you?"

  "Hmmmm I don't know."

  "I'll pay."

  “Deal." We laughed in unison.

  We talked about all kinds of stuff, like how he got into the drug game, my home life, past relationships, and next thing you know it was 2 am.

  "Oh my gosh! We been talking for six hours straight!"

  "I know, and I enjoyed myself surprisingly!" he joked.

  "Oh whatever! You know you was feeling me boy!" We both laughed together.

  We stared at each other smiling for a bit, but I turned away as soon as I realized it. "I don't want to go home yet," I said, looking into the sky. The cafe was an outside venue, so it was perfect.

  "You want to come chill with me?!"

  "As long as you know you not getting no pussy!" I half joked.

  "Well then never mind." I didn't respond out of shock.

  "Morgan, I'm fucking with you. That's fine. I actually like you, so I don't mind just spending time. Plus I been begging you to hang out with me for months," he chuckled, and his green eyes sparkled. I exhaled out of relief and we got up and left. I followed him to his home in my car.

  His house was huge, and everything was butter cream-colored. I would be scared to eat or drink anything with color in there. Shit, a bitch couldn't be on her period in this crib.

  "This is nice!"

  "Thank you, thank you," he said as he cut on the fireplace with a remote. We sat in front of it and gave each other massages.

  "Morgan, I wanted you ever since I saw you at my party," he said in a low tone as he massaged my back. I was quiet because I was still hurt by Brandon, and I wasn't ready for the same old song and dance. I knew how dudes like Kendreeis got down; especially with him being a King brother. All the hoes wanted him, and I knew he smashed a couple of them and never called after that. I hated finding out I was a side bitch, so I knew I couldn't handle being a throw away hoe.

  "I know you just got out of a relationship, but I just want you to know when you ready that I'm here."

  I stayed quiet and continued to let him massage my neck and shoulders. Tears streamed down my face. I was sad because what he was saying was getting to me. I was upset with myself for allowing his words to penetrate me knowing that it always ended bad.

  "Kendreeis. I know what kind of guy you are and how you do things. You may not be able to tell, but I'm not interested in being a bitch you can add to your list. I don't have thick enough skin to just be out here letting niggas fuck me for bragging rights," I replied finally and dropped my head down.

  He spun me around on the rug we were sitting on.

  "Morgan, I can have any girl I want. And you're right, I have fucked girls and told them to keep it pushing. But let me tell you, I definitely don't bring them to my actual home or sit and give massages to them. I wouldn't be doing all this to waste your time or my time. If that was the case, when you told me I wasn't getting any I would've chucked the deuces. I'm sure you know, I don't n
eed to work for pussy. But for your heart, I will," he chuckled "You got a nigga sounding like a fucking care bear and shit!" he smiled, and it made me smile.

  "That's right! All of that is true! So why me?! I'm just a regular girl. I'm not some video girl or stripper with a big ass and tits!" I half joked.

  He grabbed my hands in his. "Because you're beautiful and don't need all that shit to complement you. And I can tell you’re tough, meaning you not about to let my ass walk all over you. You gon’ demand respect from me regardless of who I am. And this life that I live, I need a girl that's not easily broken and I see that's you. You're smart and your feisty, which I love al-fucking-ready. I never heard about you in the streets, so you ain't a hoe!" he chuckled, and so did I. "And I don't know. It's something about you. Something tells me you the one. I thought about you every day since that night of my party. I promise if you give me a chance, I will make you happy. I will love you and never put you second like them past clowns. You will be my first and one and only. Plus, I don't want a stripping video vixen."

  By this time, I was crying like a bitch. He leaned over and kissed me. We were kissing like two lovers broken apart for years. As crazy as it sounded, I felt what he felt. I would always feel bad after texting him because it made me so happy, and another guy shouldn't be making me happy while I had a man; or thought I had a man. Smh.

  There was something about Kendreeis that told me he would be the man I've always wanted. I never got that from any other guy. I would always wonder how it would end, but with Kendreeis I already felt like we belonged together forever. We talked, kissed, and massaged each other all night. I loved that he respected my wishes and didn't attempt to sleep with me. I fell asleep in his embrace and it felt perfect. Too perfect, which worried me. It always started like this. What was worse is that I knew he had the power to hurt me much more than anyone else.

  Chapter Four: Jessica Leon

  It had been a little over five months since Kendon asked me out, and I had been dodging his ass ever since–until I was chilling with some dude I had been messing with, and the nigga popped up and snatched my ass up. After that, I decided to finally go on the damn date; this nigga was crazy. I laughed at the thought. I had on a tight-fitted crop top, booty shorts, and some fresh Js. I never been on a date at 12 pm, but I'm sure this outfit would do.