In Love With A Rude Boy, A Top Shotta's Love Story

by Nika Michelle

  In Love with a Rude Boy

  Nika Michelle

  and

  Racquel Williams

  Copyright 2015 Nika Michelle and Racquel Williams

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  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real person. All the characters, incidents and dialogue in this written work are the product of the author’s imagination and are not to be considered as real. Any references or similarities to actual events, entities, real people living or dead, or to real locations are intended for the sole purpose of giving this novel a sense of reality. Any similarities with other names, characters, entities, places, people or incidents are entirely coincidental.

  Nika Michelle’s Acknowledgments

  First of all, let me say thank you to God for the gift of writing. I am thankful every day to be able to do what I love. Thank you to my parents for always being there for me. Love you Sis and Charles. Special shout out to my siblings Fredareka, Calvonta, Darion and Deon. Love ya’ll and can’t wait to turn up in New Orleans next weekend!! Love you too Canisha, my sister from another mother. Okay, I have a huge family, so special thank you to you all for the continuous support and love. Thank you to my besties back in NC; Kesha, Christy, Tanya, Trenya, Keita and Toya. You ladies have always been there for me.

  Special shout out to my ATL peeps Lynice, Nicole and V. Thank you to my fellow Literary Ladies of the ATL, Kenyetta York, KS Oliver and Kierra Petty. You keep me grounded in this industry. MUAH!!! Thank you to everyone who has supported me since Forbidden Fruit dropped and all of my new readers!!! Without you, none of this would be possible.

  Special shout out to my love Nigel. You’re my sweet, “rude boy”. Love you to the moon and back.

  Thank you Racquel Williams, for not only being a good friend, but a great author/publisher. This collaboration was so easy to do. I’m so glad we’re finally sharing this read with everyone. I hope they enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it with you. May Allah continue to bless you.

  Thank you to my promoters and admins Sharlene Smith and Sharon Bel. You make it so easy for me!!! Love you ladies!! Thank you to my other admins Denise Henson and Adrenna Shipman and all of the members of Nika Michelle Readers on FB. Also, thank you to everyone who supports me. If I forgot to mention you, please charge it to my head and not my heart. Blessings.

  Racquel Williams’s Acknowledgements

  First and foremost, I want to give all praises to Allah. Without him, none of this would be possible.

  I want to shout out Johnne Johnson and Qiana Drennen. Ladies than you both for being the rock that I need in this business and also in my personal life. The laughs and words of encouragement really help me to get through some rough times.

  I want to say thank you to Papaya and Sharlene Smith for being a constant force behind me. I am grateful that our paths crossed. I love you ladies.

  Shout out to my right hand in this business, Trinity Dekane. Only God knows, what I would do without you. Thanks for having my back, and never once complain.

  Shout to my sissy/co-author Nika Michelle. Sis thank you for being there through everything. It was definitely my pleasure, working with you on this project.

  Shout out to Ebonee Oliver, Jamel Brown, Stacey Thomas, Danielle Marcus and Ambria Davis. Thanks for rocking with me.

  Shout out to my readers that rock with rock with me through the good, bad and ugly times; Sharon Bell, Alyce Amor, Rebecca Alexander, Alisha Benjamin, Lenika Winfield, Joan Brooks, Charmain Thrantham, Yolanda Morgam, Tarina Wright,Tiarra Jones, Antoinette Smith-Dooley, Destiny Branch, Denise Henson Carol Mustipher, JoAnne Hunter-Scott, Maya Gibson, Rochelle Simmons, Jessica Mason, Carolyn King, Kipper Blue, Shann Adams, Pamela Johnston-Ward, Paula Sweetp Milan, Nicki Ervin, Temmiyyia Davidson, Lisa Borders-Muhammed, Aisha Taylor-Gamble, Toya Merritt, Nicki Williams, Tesha Joyner, Judy Richburg, Myre Childs, Latanya Burress, Redgirl Pettrie, Drea Bryant, Ne-c Virgo-Hoover, Terria Miller, Patricia Charles, Regina Farris, Monique Franklin, Jenise Brown, Mary Bishop, Adrenna Shipman, Jasmin Watson, Patricia Willis, Stacey Hunt, Jasmyne Domonique, Alexis Goodwyn, and everyone that support me.

  Shout to everyone that ever bought my books, shared my links or gave me words of encouragement. I appreciate y’all.

  Shout to all my homies on lock. ‘The race isn’t for the swift, but for those that can endure it,’.

  If I failed to mention your name, please charge it to my head and not my heart.

  Dictionary

  Patois/American

  wha gwaan/what’s up

  grill/door

  mi/I or me

  wha/what

  Jah/God

  yute/youth

  bwoy/boy

  gyal/girl

  Yankee/American

  Bruk/bruk

  Wha/what

  Yuh/you

  Simmi/understand

  Babylon/Police

  Wood/dick

  Galist/player

  Chapter 1

  Kadijah

  “Damn, DiDi, your man has some explaining to do, bitch,” my girl, Tamia, stated as she stared at me with wide eyes.

  I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. “It ain’t nothing for him to explain.” With that said, I walked into my two-bedroom condo to pour myself a glass of Merlot.

  Her nosey ass was right on my heels as she closed the door behind us. “I’m your best friend, and I had no clue that Daryn was fucking with some other chick. Did you?”

  I made my way to the kitchen as I thought about my boyfriend… well, as far as I was concerned at that point, ex-boyfriend, Daryn. His side bitch had showed up at my crib talking cash shit about how I had stolen him from her. I told that bitch to kiss my ass just like he had been doing for the past two years and three months. Shit, I couldn’t wait for that nigga to show up and try to explain that messiness away. One thing about me was the fact that I did not, and I repeat did NOT, need to depend on a man. I made sure that I was good for the simple fact that if I relied on a man for shit, I’d be left with NOTHING because a man was never consistent.

  A man always talked a good game and did what he felt he had to do until he got you in his clutches, and then that shit would come to a complete halt. I was sick of the same old same old. When it came to relationships, I felt that I was just doing what everybody else around me expected. I took a man’s bullshit out of fear of being alone, but why? I mean, a bitch could do bad all by her damn self, but from where I was standing, my shit looked like it was all good. I was holding my own and doing a damn good job at it. Not one man could take the credit for my success, not even my father. He had disappeared a long time ago. It was just me, my mom, and my older brother, Jameel.

  Jameel was older than me by three years. He was the typical older brother because he was overprotective as hell. All I could hope was that he wouldn’t come running to my rescue if my bestie decided to call him. I had to make her back down because I didn’t want any more drama.

  When I found the bottle of Sutter Home Merlot in the fridge, I popped the cork out and poured me and Tamia a glass. “I didn’t know either. Look, I can handle Daryn. Just go home and let me do me. I’m a grown ass woman. You know I got this. I’m gonna just let him get his shit afte
r I tell him where to go. You don’t have a thing to worry about.”

  She looked at me and shook her head as she sipped her wine. “Heifer, who the hell do you think you’re foolin’. I can literally hear the wheels turning in your head. You’re plotting on that nigga.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh as I took a large gulp of the dry, red wine. Damn, I needed that drink. “No, I’m not. I’m simply gonna pack his things and cuss him out in the process. That’s it. Besides, it’s probably best that I leave his boring ass alone anyway. Did you see that bitch he’s fucking? He cheated on me with that?” I shook my head.

  Tamia started laughing too. “Hell yeah. She looked like a black Mary Poppins.”

  “Right. Talking ‘bout, do you know Daryn Marshall?” I mocked her. “Umm, yeah bitch, I’ve been fucking him for the past two years. Get the fuck outta here. What? Is he your husband?” I shook my head, trying to defy the tears. I couldn’t believe that fool had played me like that. The nerve of him.

  I was a catch and a damn good one at that. Fortunately, the bitch claimed that they weren’t married, but they’d been together for four years and were engaged. What the fuck? I had something for his ass. I couldn’t wait until that black motherfucker used the key that I had given him a few months ago to walk inside of my spot. Oh, I had something for him to catch, and it certainly was not some of my good pussy. Hell nah. I was college educated, but I had been raised in the hood. Like they say, you can take the chick out of the hood, but you can’t take the hood out of the chick. Damn right!

  Not only was I proudly hood as hell, but I was also smart. With the help of my common sense, I had refined my book sense. Therefore, I was the perfect combination of beauty and brains. The thing was, I knew how to keep the street side of me at bay. I’d learned over the years that that ignorant acting mess got me nowhere. I had a foul mouth and I cursed like a sailor. Daryn’s trifling ass often told me that cursing wasn’t lady like. Little did he know, but I didn’t give a damn what was lady like. I definitely carried myself like a lady, but I handled my business like a nigga. I knew how to talk and carry myself, despite how and where I’d been raised Therefore, I had managed to make a good living for myself at the age of twenty-five.

  “You gonna be okay?” my bestie asked in concern.

  We had been close since the first grade, and although I’d been brash with her, I was actually glad that she had been there when that heifer rolled up. However, the plain Jane hoe was gone, and Daryn was on his way over. As much as I loved Tamia, I felt the need to handle the situation on my own. It was up to me to get to the bottom of my own relationship issues. As far as I was concerned, the heifer who came over to tell me all about her long term relationship with my man had enough evidence. She’d shown me pictures of them together, text messages, and all types of shit. I’d even heard a few voicemails, and it was his voice. I had not one shred of doubt about it.

  I was hoping that old girl would stick around for the showdown, but she claimed that she would confront him later and only wanted to let me know because it was weighing on her heart and mind. Turned out that she had been investigating his social network activity, being that he was becoming less and less available to her. He was always claiming to be out of town for business. Daryn was an event promoter and law school student, who did spend a lot of time working, but his lack of availability was probably because of his affair with me. When I looked at the bigger picture, I realized that I was the side chick. Daryn had been cheating on that average looking bitch with me.

  “Yeah.” I nodded as she finished her wine and put the glass down on the granite top counter.

  “Okay, you sure cause…?”

  I cut her off. “Yes, I’ll call you and fill you in after he leaves.”

  She reluctantly walked toward the door before turning to look at me. “I can stay and…”

  “No,” I said as I literally pushed her out of the door. “I got this.”

  “A’ight, if you say so, but make sure you call me.”

  “I will.” I stepped out into the hallway and watched as she disappeared around the corner to get to the staircase.

  When I got back inside and closed the door, I finally broke down in tears.

  * * *

  In less than two hours, Daryn was sitting at the dining room table, ready for me to serve him like usual. The candles were burning, and the lights were all low and romantic. Talk about setting the mood right. I was looking all erotically hot and inviting in a sexy ass red, silk lingerie set by Frederick’s of Hollywood. The color made my smooth, bronze toned skin look like it was glowing. My MAC lip gloss was popping, and the black Red Bottoms on my feet had my calves standing at attention. That sorry ass nigga loved that sexy ass shit.

  I narrowed my already slanted, copper brown eyes at him and then puckered my thick lips to blow him a kiss. My 5’5”, one hundred fifty pound frame was enticing him, and I could tell by how he was staring at me. I stood at the stove and carefully placed his favorite meal in a bowl that I placed on a plate. He was from New Orleans, and gumbo was his shit. There was also some rice and mixed veggies on the side with a few toasted Hawaiian rolls. He loved them. I figured I’d remind him of everything that he would be missing.

  “Damn baby girl, you’ve got it smelling all types of good up in here,” he said as he rubbed his hands together.

  I didn’t know if he was hungry for the food or for me, because I was looking damn good. As I tossed my bouncy, shoulder length hair over my shoulder, he simply stared hungrily.

  “You want me or the food?” I asked slyly as I glanced back at him.

  I hoped that the smile on my face was convincing because I needed him to feel it. He had to know that he’d attempted to play the wrong bitch. With my back turned to him, I made the face that I really wanted him to see. I damn sure wasn’t fucking smiling. What the hell did I have to smile about? The man I thought I’d be spending the rest of my life with had planned his future with another bitch, and she had the ring to show for it.

  “I love your cookin’, sexy, but you know I’ll always choose your fine, thick ass over food.” His smooth, dark brown skin was literally radiant as he fed me more bullshit.

  His sexy, dark brown, bedroom eyes, close cut wavy hair, and thick lips made me weak along with the aroma of his True Religion cologne. I stared at his handsome face and wanted to go ahead and reveal what had been exposed to me. Instead of spilling the beans, I held my feelings in.

  With that fake ass smile on my face again, I made my way over to him with his food on a tray. A tall, glass of sweet tea with lemon was balanced on it as well, and he looked like he was so ready to grub. That shit made me want to laugh, despite my hurt.

  “Well, for now, you’ll have to settle for food. I’m savin’ the best part of the night for last, baby.” I smiled down at him as I swiftly picked up the bowl of steaming hot gumbo.

  I dumped it in his lap, and he yelped out in pain. Before he could shoot up from the table, I dumped the rest of the food and then the tea to cool him off a little.

  “Shit! Fuck, yo! Why’d you do that?” His eyes were on fire, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  “What? You thought you were gonna just play me and shit, nigga! Yeah, your average ass bitch popped up over here today. So, your ass is engaged, huh? You better be glad I ain’t do what the fuck I wanted to do to you. I should’ve let your ass go to sleep and set your dick on fire like I saw this bitch do on Facebook. You ain’t worth me catching a charge over though, nigga! Get the fuck out!” I went off and removed my heels, just in case I had to box his ass.

  “Baby.” He held his hands out. “Hold up…what the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”

  That nigga had the audacity to play dumb about that shit. It was a good thing I had my evidence. His fiancée had sent me pics of them together and a video of the damn proposal and all.

  “Oh really? You gon’ act like I’m makin’ this shit up, nigga!” My iPhone was in my hand, and I was strolling, ready to show
him what I had on his lame ass.

  The look of shock on his face spoke volumes, but I didn’t want to hear any more of his lies. He was clearly a liar, and I was so fucking done with him.

  “Di, baby, I can explain. Look, she doesn’t mean shit to me. Her father is a partner at the law firm I want to work at, and I have to deal with her to get where I want to be. I was going to break it off. I promise you; I was planning to tell her the truth about us,” he explained.

  Well, his explanation wasn’t worth shit. He had no credibility with me, and that shit didn’t matter either way.

  I laughed mockingly in his face as I walked toward the front door. When I opened it, I used my hands to emphasize my point. “If you don’t get your lying ass outta here, I’m gon’ send you outta this bitch on a stretcher or in a body bag. Straight the fuck up. Oh, and give me my fuckin’ key!”

  I threw the bag that was sitting beside the door with his things in it on the front porch and then put my hand out.

  The stain on the crotch of his pants reminded me of the mess I had to clean up, but I could give two shits about that.

  “I’m sorry, baby girl. If you give me a chance, I can make this up to you.” He looked all pitiful, but I wasn’t falling for it.

  “Key please.” I wiggled the fingers of my extended hand for emphasis.

  He sighed before reaching in his pocket and removing the key to my place from his key ring. I tried it out just to be sure. It was the right one.

  “Baby, look…”

  I cut him off real damn quick. “Bye, Craig! Yeah, look at it one more time, nigga, and salivate over the good ass pussy your dick’ll never have the pleasure of feeling again. Miss me with the bullshit, just like you gon’ miss me, nigga! Get the fuck out!”

  He walked past me and gave me a look of longing. “You’ll be back to your senses tomorrow, DiDi. You already know that I’m a catch, Ma. Don’t play yourself.”

  “What? Nigga, are you serious right now? You played yourself. I can do so much better than you. Besides, I was only with you ‘cause I thought you were going to be a successful lawyer. The dick is wack as fuck!” With that said, I slammed the door in his face.