~Chapter 14~
Michelle stood in the mirror with her mind was made up. She had to get her man by any means and make him stay. There was only one way she knew how to do so. She grabbed her Gucci bag and her oversized shades and then headed to the library. After spending a few hours there she headed home with the paperwork to make Trent want her for good.
Michelle texted Trent a dozen times before he finally replied back. She answered in reply, stating that it was urgent that he came to see her. Urgent messages always gave people the eagerness to want to know what was so important. With that being true, she knew that he would be knocking at her door any second. Michelle took her time cleaning up her condo, placing rose pedals throughout the place. She lit candles and even cooked a hot meal of steak, snow crab legs, fried shrimp and mashed potatoes. She was ready to seduce and hopefully later on produce.
*****
Michelle damn near pissed herself when she glanced out of her window and saw Trent’s car parked out front. Usually he would park around the corner. Snatching the headscarf off of her head, she scrammed around the room like an addict. She hurriedly found a pair of form fitting jeans and a cute top to throw on and then brushed her hair down and laced her lips with lip-gloss. Just as Trent was knocking on her door, she was staring at the gorgeous reflection that smiled back at her in the floor length mirror.
“What you want?” Michelle asked with a playful attitude as she opened the door for Trent.
Through Michelle's jealously Trent had discovered that Michelle was Charisma best friend, the one that use to be fat and ugly. Years ago he couldn't stand the sight of her. Now here they were playing Russian Roulette. Trent stared into Michelle eyes, licking his lips. His dick was rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of Michelle at that very second. For the past week or so he couldn't get her off of his mind for some odd reason. But, there was no doubt that he loved Charisma. No female in the world could ever change the way he felt about her.
Michelle grabbed his smooth face with the both of her hands. Pulling him closer to her she began to slightly bite on his lips. “I missed you so much. I'm going crazy without you.”
Trent sighed. Sleeping with his girl’s best friend was something that he’d never thought of doing. He didn’t want the trouble that could come behind it. Although he was fiending for Michelle's love making, he knew it was time for him to do what was right.
Michelle glanced over at the dresser then back at Trent, debating whether or not she should she tell him the good news yet. Deciding to get some goods first she planned to tell him later. Michelle ran her hands inside of Trent’s pockets and snatched out his phone. She quickly powered it off and tossed the phone across the room. Within minutes, Michelle’s legs were thrown over her shoulders as she laid in the missionary position. With each stroke she could feel Trent's long thick pole in her guts.
“Mmmm. I love you,” Michelle cried as she grabbed a hold of her voluptuous breasts.
Trent ignored her words. The pussy was so damn good that he almost slipped up and told her likewise. Thankfully he caught himself before those powerful words slipped out of his mouth.
Instead he bent down, shoving more of his thick pole inside of Michelle's soaking wet canal. He bit down on her bottom lip and then slid his head down her chest. Slowly he flicked his tongue across her erect nipples. “Damnnnn, girl,” he gasped as he took a breast in his mouth.
The connection between the two of them was fatal. Neither one of them knew the dangerous and deadly game that they were playing.
An hour later Trent fell on top of Michelle all out of breath as he massaged her nipples. Michelle’s chest heaved up and down. She was satisfied. She kissed him on the lips and then wrapped her arms around him. In a matter of minutes Trent was out, snoring like a newborn baby.
Michelle slid from underneath him with a dervish smile pasted on her face. It was show time!
She grabbed his phone and sent Charisma a quick text message.
Look girl… I don't know how to put this to you, but you know I’m the type to keep it 100 with you at all times. Trent is my man and he isn’t going anywhere. I'm having his child and we are going to be a family. Step back before you are forced to be stepped back.
Michelle went into her drawer, snapped a picture of the positive pregnancy test, and then she laid in bed next to Trent to take a picture of the two of them dressed in nothing but hot sex and sweat. Her childish ways always got the best of her. She sent the message off to Charisma and then deleted it from Trent’s phone before turning it off and throwing it back across the room. Sliding back in bed with him, she planted kisses all over his face and watched him as he peacefully slept.
“I love you Trent,” she whispered softly in his ear.
~Chapter 15~
Charisma woke up with the meanest headache that one could have. For the last week or so she had been feeling down. She didn’t know whether it was from waiting up long nights for Trent to return home or from her friend who was a damn headache alone. Time after time she had told Michelle that she needed a break from her, but Michelle wouldn’t give up. She called Charisma repeatedly. The thought of her being in Philly alone didn’t sit well with her. Besides, if she didn’t keep in contact with Charisma how else could she find out what’s going on with Trent and Charisma.
“You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it.
I’m so over you, boy, go get lost. Believe me. You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…She will never be meeeee,” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song. “You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten.”
Charisma headed to the shower to get a jump-start on her day. Her vocals could still be heard throughout the house. In the shower she broke down mentally. She didn’t know where she and Trent had gone wrong. The two of them were the epitome of a perfect couple, especially if you were looking in from the outside. They barely fought and barely had disagreements. Trent was the breadwinner and she was the trophy wife. They had an incredible relationship filled with fun, excitement, and of course so much love. They were living the good life with money, cars, and the lavish things in life. What more could they have asked for? How could things have gone so wrong?
Charisma wouldn’t dare back down from Trent and allow another chick to take her man from her underneath her. Trent had two ways of getting away from Charisma and those was either death or if she decided to willingly leave him, which was impossible for her to do. She had adapted to the lavishness that he offered, not to mention the toe curling off the wall sex. He was definitely a pipe layer.
Every dog had his or her day and sooner or later Michelle was sure as hell going to have hers.
Michelle had better prayed that karma got to her before Charisma did. Charisma was more dangerous and deadly than karma could ever be. She played the nice good girl, but fuck with her and she was sure enough going to wild ones entire life out.
After Charisma got dressed she headed out the door to get some retail therapy courtesy of Trent. After hours of spending her man’s money she decided to stop by and see him while he was on the block. When they first got together she would always show up and holler at him on the block. Trent had mentioned many of times that the block was his getaway where he kicked it with his boys and got money at the same time. He’d asked her nicely to away from him while he did his dirt. Obeying her man, she did as he asked.
Charisma licked her lips as she noticed Trent standing next to the liquor store. Sporting his Yankees fitted, a pair of True religion jeans, a crème colored thermal, and a pair of butters on his feet. “Hey Daddy,” she cooed, making her way over to her man.
Trent was all smiles. He excused himself from his boys, who were undressing his girl with their eyes, and made his way over to Charisma. “Man, I was thinking about you,” Trent mentioned as he lifted Charisma up off of her feet.
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harisma lifted her legs, wrapping them around Trent’s waist. She slowly snatched his Yankees fitted off of his head and placed it on hers before sliding her tongue down his throat.
Trent gripped her ample ass and returned the favor. He had to admit, he did his dirt. What man didn’t do their dirt? But at the end of the day Charisma was the one for him. He’d never met another female who was as fine as she was, who had a bad body like hers, or who was just as real as she was. She was the entire package and then some.
“I got a bone I want to pick with you when you get home,” Charisma told Trent as she bit his bottom lip.
“Oh you do?” Trent questioned, wondering what Charisma had to talk to him about.
His mind quickly raced and he prayed that she hadn’t found out about the dirt that he was doing.
“Yup. I'll see you when you get home.” She smiled and walked off, leaving him to look at her perfectly ample rear end.
Back at the house Charisma prepped a nice dinner for Trent. It was time for him to come clean. If he kept it 100 with her then she would stay and soak up his money until she felt like it was time for her to leave. If he didn't come clean with her then somebody was going to be planning his burial. After hours of waiting for Trent, Charisma had enough. She was far from a fool. She got dressed in a pair of sweats and a white tee shirt and then pulled her hair up into a tight ponytail. Watching the cat fights on television, she decided to follow the number one rule they stated. She went into her hallway closet and pulled out her Vaseline. She greased up her arms and face. On her way out the door, she grabbed a tiny bat that she and Trent had gotten from a baseball game they’d gone to when they first met.
Charisma huffed as she pulled up to Michelle house and noticed Trent’s car parked out front, as if he didn't care if he got caught up or not. She was filled with so much hurt that she damn near lost her sight. She tripped going up the stairs to Michelle's condo. Reaching her door, she lightly knocked.
*****
Inside Michelle had just laid back down from going to the bathroom. That was the second time that Trig had come to her house that night. She was ready to let him have it. She gazed back at Trent who was still out like a baby and then tiptoed to the door and unlocked it. “Boy, didn't I tell you the last time not to—”
BAM! Michelle was hit across the face with the tiny bat. Charisma came into the dark swinging the bat again. She repeatedly beat Michelle until the girl fell out on the floor.
Thank God that Charisma hadn’t received the text message that Michelle had sent earlier that night. Had she seen it, Michelle and Trent would have both ended up missing.
“Oh so you wanna fuck my man?” Charisma asked through gritted teeth. Her pretty face had so many mixed emotions written all over it. “What did I ever do to you, Michelle?” Charisma cried. Not giving Michelle a chance to answer her question, Charisma sent three powerful kicks to her face, instantly breaking her jaw. Blood gushed from Michelle’s face. She was defenseless.
Hearing all the commotion, Trent jumped up out of bed and was ready to make a run for it out of the window, but then he thought about it. It was best for him to face the music.
“Trent, tell her!” Michelle cried. The words barely escaped through her broken jaw.
Charisma glanced over at Trent who had turned the lights on. She gazed at him as he was now fully dressed.
“Nothing happened—” Trent began to say.
“You fucking liar!” Charisma screamed. The smell of sex, her man’s sex at that, was still lingering through the air. Charisma was observant as the two of them stared at each. The ten seconds or more of visual recognition gave it all away. Now she was all game. It was more than sex between the two of them. It had to be love.
She ran over towards Trent and began beating him in the face with the small bat. Trent took every punch that Charisma threw at him. She was outraged as tears ran down her face.
His heart ached as he watched his love cry the way she was crying.
“Fuck both of you! Y’all better pray that karma get y’all before Charisma do!” she threatened as she ran out of the condo.
Trent ran off behind Charisma. “I love you!”
Charisma got into her car and sped off into the night.
~Chapter 16~
Trent was trying to do any and everything to win Charisma back. Yeah he did his dirt and he was dead wrong but he had apologized a million times. Deep down inside, he knew Charisma was never going to forgive him. In due time she was going to do something back to him that hurt him like crazy.
Trent has just gotten off the phone with his cousin Blaze.
“Man, what did I tell you? Put both of them hoes down with pimping, little cuz. You seriously got that hoe up in your house after you betrayed her the way you did? Think twice before you end up losing your life. $50,000 for that hoe and I'll solve all your problems. Stop thinking with your dick! Never trust a broken hoe!” Blaze’s words danced around in Trent's mind.
He thought it over.
He’d given Charisma a week and she was still acting funny. Then he had Michelle on the other hand who was tossing all sorts of threats around. He was seconds away from going to her house and wringing her neck.
Trent’s mind began to play tricks on him. His mind raced back to Blaze’s father trusting a broken hoe who ended up costing him dearly. She’d cost him something that no amount of money could buy: His life. Trent loved his life too much. If he could turn back the hands of time he would have never fallen so hard for Charisma. He should have stuck with plan A. Broke her in, had fun with her, and then sent her on a one-way ticket to Florida. With his mind made up, Trent sent his cousin a text.
$100,000 and she's yours
*****
Michelle stared in the mirror at her bruised up face. It had been a week already and her face was still messed up and her body was aching. She had to admit that Charisma had really put a whooping on her ass. She still felt that Trent’s ass was worth the beating that she’d received.
Calling Trent’s phone she started to get the shakes. She felt as if she was withdrawing from not having his love. She was fiending. It was obvious that she was an addict. “What the hell! Noooo!” Michelle cried out as she noticed that Trent’s number was disconnected.
She got into her car and made her way over to his house.
Her heart sunk to the pit of her guts as she saw Trent and Charisma pulling up in his car together. Trent raced over to Charisma's door and opened it for her. She planted a kiss on his lips and he followed her into the house like a tamed dog. Michelle grabbed the steel that rested in her handbag. Her eyes quickly scanned to the right and she noticed an older white woman.
Rolling her eyes at the lady, she pulled off. If she couldn't have Trent no one else could either.
Pulling up to the police station her eyes was filled with tears.
~Chapter 17~
“Look girl! I know a hoe when I see one. I remember how much of a slut you were when we were kids. Ain’t no changing you. Once a hoe, always a hoe! It’s in your blood, HOE!” Charisma said through gritted teeth.
“Why are you disrespecting me like this? I made a honest mistake!” Michelle cried over the phone. It finally hit her that Charisma was the only friend she had. In fact, Charisma was the only person on earth that treated her like she was somewhat of a human. Everyone else treated her like pure scum.
“Hoe, I don’t want to hear that! I have no pity for you. You lucky that I don’t come over there and stomp another hole in your hoe ass, HOE!” Charisma kept tossing the word hoe around, trying to embed in Michelle’s thick skull that she was nothing more than a hoe and would never be anything more than a hoe.
“Please Charisma! Don't treat me like this. How did you forgive him but don't forgive me?” Michelle whined.
“Look... girllll bye! Go toot your ass up in the air or suck a dick or something!”
Charisma hung up on Michelle, tired of hearing her pathetic voice. Her apologies fell on death ears
. She knew if she gave Michelle another chance, nine times out of ten Michelle was going to screw her over again.
She loved the girl but some things and some people you just had to let go. For her, Michelle was one of those people. She should have thought twice about crossing Charisma. Charisma was going to make sure she paid for what she’d done to her if it was the last thing she did.
Charisma sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of Victoria’s Secret Pink sweat pants with the matching top. Reaching over to her dresser that sat next to the bed, she grabbed her favorite pink nail polish and began painting her nails. Midway through the tears began to run down her face. She couldn’t believe the fact that her best friend had betrayed her the way she did; Stabbed her right in the damn back like a piece of meat. It was too much dick in the world for all of that nonsense.
Charisma grabbed her iPod that was connected to the speakers, which rested in both corners of the master suite. Seconds later she was walking around the bedroom singing her heart out as tears flooded her face. “You push me far, you bought me to this. You had my heart, but then you blew it. I’m so over you. Boy, go get lost. Believe me. You’re gonna need me. Trust and believe me…. She will never be meeeee.” Charisma sang as she danced around the room, meaning every word of the song. “You look so foolish with my best friend and she ain’t no better than you. She’s a three and I’m a ten…” Fucking backstabbers, Charisma thought.
All of a sudden she heard loud obnoxious thumps and bangs. Her eyes quickly darted to the bedroom door. Panicking, she ran over and locked it. She rushed to the window and noticed that Trent’s car was still parked outside which meant that he was putting his work together.
Charisma turned the music down just a bit, unlocked the bedroom door, and then began to creep down the long hallway. Getting to the end of the hall, she gazed down into the living room where she noticed Trent and four men dressed in all black.
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