I Choose You:
Hood Love at Its Finest
A Novel By
Diamond Johnson
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I Choose You: Hood Love at its Finest
By: Diamond Johnson
Meet Ka’lani Brown, better known as Lani, who is married to the one and only Tyrone Brown. They have been married now for two years but that’s been her man since she was in the 6th grade. Lani has already gone through her share of fighting sideline chicks over her man. After all these years of being together, things for them are fine because Ka’lani has made it clear that she will not play about Tyrone!
Now meet Tisha Monroe. Tisha was a woman who has been scorned for years due to her previous relationship with her ex Mike. That all changed when she finally gave Otis Jackson a chance. She worships the ground that man walks on. She loves her man and he loves her back. Along with loving him comes a price to pay. There are a few chicks lurking, determined to do anything to take Tisha’s spot, but there just happens to be one in particular that is willing to do anything to have Otis on her side.
What happens when other females try to get in the middle of what you and your man are building? Do you let them take him? Do you give up? Or do you still choose him? In this book relationships are tested and you end up asking yourself “Am I making the right choice?” Take a ride with the hood's hottest couples Ka'lani and Tyrone and Tisha and Otis, and their two best fiends Tamika and Kyla for a tale filled with drama, thug love, sex, and a little bit more drama.
Acknowledgements
First off, I would like to thank God for giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” There were times when I didn’t want to continue writing this book because I didn’t think it would be good enough. I started working on I Choose You in January 2014 and ended up stopping due to school. Honestly, I pushed myself so hard to finish this book and to finally have it out. I won’t say that it was an easy journey because Lord knows that it wasn’t.
To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.
To my sisters that supported me with the idea of finally putting my writing skills to good use.
And lastly, to my readers, I hope you all enjoy this book as much I enjoyed writing it. I’m doing this for you guys. Keep a look out for Diamond Johnson. This is only the beginning. I have so much up my sleeve for you guys.
“Keep in mind that I’m an artist
And I’m sensitive about my shit.”
-Erykah Badu
Author’s Note:
First off, let me start by saying that this series is just re- releasing my older books, in which is the “I Choose You” series. I was given the opportunity to have Leo Sullivan publish me and of course I jumped at the opportunity. I believe you guys will enjoy this book because I took my time and gave it my all. I hope you guys enjoy.
Chapter 1: Ka’lani
First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Ka’lani Brown but everybody calls me Lani for short. Standing at 5’3,” 125 pounds with a body that is to die for niggas stay mesmerized by my small, perky B-cups and my small waist. I may be small, but I’m working with a little bit of ass back there. That’s because I’m in the gym faithfully to make sure my body stays on point and I spend an extra amount of time doing my squats. Whether it be my long jet-black hair that stops in the middle of my back or my hazel eyes I like to think that I’m the baddest thing walking the streets of Miami, Florida and I’m pretty sure your nigga does too! You see, I’m very confident in myself. No I don’t think I’m perfect but I simply believe in the saying, “love yourself girl or nobody will.” I’m married to the one and only Mr. Tyrone Brown. We’ve been married now for two years but we have been boyfriend and girlfriend since I was in the 6th grade. I love everything about my man, from his long dreads that stops at the center of his back, to his deep dimples, and oh my God, let me not forget about those pearly whites. See, Tyrone is the shit and he knows it. Everything about him is conceited. But whenever I get mad at him he knows that I can’t deny those dimples.
Growing up, Tyrone and I started dating when I was only twelve years old. This man here was the love of my life. I was only twelve and I was already telling this nigga that I loved him! What twelve-year-old knows anything about love? At the time Tyrone was 16 and of course my mom wouldn’t approve of me dating him, hell, let alone date anyone with me being so young. I was so fuckin’ fast when it came to him! I’m talking about sneaking this nigga in the house when my mom was working and skipping school just to be with him. At that time Tyrone was heavy in the streets and all the bitches wanted him. Of course bitches didn’t respect me, due to the fact that I was so young. Well, clearly I was doing something right because the nigga did marry me!
So, here I was on a Friday night, waiting for my girls Tisha, Tamika, and Kyla to come through. Every Friday night the girls and I get together and we have girl’s night in. This week girl’s night was at my house so I was home getting things ready. When my girls and I get together we are a hot mess. We all met in the 6th grade at Norland Middle School. The school system messed up when they put us all in a class together. We have been inseparable ever since. Latisha, who everybody calls Tisha, is my girl. We are the closest out of all of us. Tisha is about 5’5,” light-skinned like Gina from Martin, and she keeps her hair fiery red like Charlie Baltimore, the rapper from back in the day. Tisha is built like hip-hop rap star Diamond—small but with ass. Tisha’s ass is single because ever since she went through a nasty break up with her ex-boyfriend Mike, she just hasn’t dated ever since. This girl swears up and down that all niggas are dogs. I keeping telling her ass she just has to wait until she finds the right one. Tamika is my girl too. She is 5’2” and brown-skinned with long natural hair that she likes to keep in a nice wrap. Tamika is absolutely beautiful to me. She is the sanest one out of all of us. She’s usually the one we all go to for advice and best believe she won’t spare our asses with her opinions at all. Now Kyla is the most hood one out of the group. Kyla is what you call ghetto-classy. The bitch be trying to act white but the hood in her will always be there. Kyla is my girl because she keeps it one hundred all the time. She is about five feet even and 115 pounds soaking wet. She’s the littlest one out of the group but has the biggest mouth. Her ass stays in some drama with other bitches because she don’t know how to handle that mouth of hers. Don’t get me wrong; when push comes to shove, Kyla is going to handle hers but her ass be having unnecessary beef with bitches.
Back to the matter at hand. I had just got off the phone from placing my order for the pizza. I was now getting the drinks and everything ready. Tyrone came walking downstairs, putting his hands in the snacks that I had prepared for the night. I popped him right on his hand.
“Stop touching stuff bae. That isn’t for you. It’s for my girls,” I said, smiling at my handsome husband.
“Okay Lani. So what y’all got planned for
tonight? And you better not have no faggot ass strippers in my house like you did last time,” he said, dead ass serious. I just burst out laughing because a year ago while we were having girls night at my house Kyla’s ghetto ass called some strippers over without me even knowing and Tyrone came home and beat those strippers asses and told them he better not catch them in the streets or next time it would be worse. That was too funny and boy did Tyrone curse my ass out that night real good.
Once I stopped laughing, I looked at Tyrone and said, “Boy we not gon’ have no strippers. We just going to drink, eat, and gossip like usual. Now get out before the girls get here!”
He pulled me towards him and backed me up into the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him on those suckable lips that I enjoyed sucking on so much. Hmm, just the thought of that made me want to get a quickie in before my girls got here.
“You gon’ give your man some pussy tonight?” he asked, sitting me on top of the counter.
“If my man gets home while I’m still up then yes,” I told him, smiling.
“I already know your ass gon’ be knocked out. So be prepared to get your ass woke up because you already know what the deal is,” he said and I laughed. Tyrone made it his business to make sure we fucked every night. A bitch could be knocked out, dead to the world, but like the faithful, loving wife I was I made sure to roll over and give my man exactly what he needed. I heard the doorbell ring and my husband gently let me down off of the counter and we headed to open up the door.
Tyrone opened the door and I knew he was going to start talking shit. “What’s up uglies number one, two, and three?” Tyrone was always messing with my girls every chance he got and they would always cuss his ass out but he never learned.
“Tyrone don’t get hurt, okay!” That was Kyla going off on Tyrone like always. All the other girls just flipped him off and told him to go about his business because his ass stayed fuckin’ with people.
“Hey Lani!” my girls screamed as they came inside of my home, pushing Tyrone out the door. I don’t know why Tisha felt the need to bring her own bottle of Cîroc, when I had a big kitchen full of liquor. As the girls made their way inside of the den area, smart mouth Tamika stood up and said, “Lani you told us to be here at 6 p.m. It is now 6:30. How come I don’t see any food yet?” All I could do was laugh at Tamika crazy ass because she always had some slick shit to say.
“Girl the pizza should be here soon. I ordered like 45 minutes ago,” I said as I came into the den with my girls.
Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Tisha bring me my wallet out of my Furla purse right there in the kitchen,” I yelled as I opened the door for the delivery guy. Once everything was paid for and I received my receipt, I brought all five boxes of pizza inside the kitchen so we could start eating.
We were all sitting around the big table in the dining room eating when Tamika asked, “So Lani, where is Tyrone going tonight?” I looked at her funny because ever since Tyrone cheated on me two years ago, she always felt that my husband was up to no good. Two years ago Tyrone and I were going through some problems in our marriage, just like any other marriage. I’m not saying that it was okay for him to cheat on me though. During that time I felt like Tyrone became a whole new person, I mean the man did a whole 360. He started letting the sun beat him home and when he eventually did decide to bring his black ass home, he always smelled like cheap perfume. That night I went through Tyrone’s phone while he was asleep and noticed the different messages between him and other females. But one female he was talking to on a daily was some bitch named Ashley. Deep down inside I always had a feeling that Tyrone was creeping out on me but I never knew that it was true. I mean, I knew with the life that he lived, bitches came along it. My baby owned his own club out in Miami and he was surrounded by bitches all of the time. That didn’t mean that he had to go ahead and fuck them though! As much pussy as I give this nigga, you would think that would be enough, but no, the nigga had to start fuckin’ the help. I mean, this nigga didn’t just fuck any bitch; he fucked the damn stripper that worked at his club. I remember that night like it was yesterday.
It was one in the morning and I was laid up in the bed waiting for my husband to come home. I was calling his ass back to back because he promised that he would be home by 10 that night. So all of a sudden, I get a phone call from an old friend of mine telling me that my nigga was in the club fucked up and acting like his ass was single! So you know what the fuck I did! I got my ass up out that bed and drove down to that damn club. I didn’t even bother to put on nice clothes. I just simply threw on some sweats and a tank with my customized Uggs. I parked my car directly in front of the line and spoke to the bouncer Biggz at the door. The look on Biggz’s face when he saw me was priceless. I heard him discretely try to say something into his walkie- talkie but it was too late because I had already rushed past him and I was on my way to Tyrone’s office.
Something was fuckin’ going on and I was going to get to the bottom of it right fuckin’ then. When I walked inside of the office this stripper bitch named “Red” was down on her knees sucking my man’s dick. I had to do a double take because I knew wasn’t no way in hell that was my Tyrone. Nah, it couldn’t be! But I quickly snapped out of it and cleared my throat.
“This why your ass ain’t at home? You too busy letting this busted ass ho suck your dick!” I said, through gritted teeth. The nigga didn’t even have nothing to say. He just sat his ass there trying to pull up his pants. The bitch didn’t say nothing either. She just tried to look calm even though I knew her ass was embarrassed as fuck.
“Nah, don’t put your dick up now nigga! I hope that nut was worth it too! Whatever we had going on, nigga it’s through,” I said and turned around, heading for the door. Then a thought came to my mind and I turned back around to face the bitch.
“How did I taste?” I smirked and let her dumb ass linger on that question.
But that was two years ago. I made that man do everything except buy me the world and I eventually took him back. I wasn’t some weak bitch that took him back the next week after the shit happened. Hell no! I didn’t take that nigga back until damn near a year letter. I see his ass hasn’t even looked at another bitch yet! And for him to prove his love to me, he proposed to me as soon as I took him back and of course I said yeah. I mean, after all he was my first love—hell, my first everything. All I know is Tyrone. I lost my virginity to him when I was only 14, so shit, his ass is stuck with me for life! I don’t want anybody else dick but his!
So, now you understand why Tamika wanted to know where Tyrone was on this Friday night out by himself. See, I trusted my man now, more than I have ever before in my life. He knew what he had at home waiting for him and he wouldn’t jeopardize that again because he knew for a fact that I would leave his ass for real this time.
Chapter 2: Tyrone
So here it was a Friday night at King of Diamonds, and I was kickin’ it with my niggas. We were up in V.I.P. and it was on swole. Everybody that knew somebody was there. I was there with my niggas, Otis, Raheem, Bobo, and Curtis. We had some of the baddest bitches up in V.I.P. with us. We had all the bottles with us too: Croc, Grey Goose, Hennessey, you name it, we had it up there. I was dressed to the nines. I was sporting my black True Religion jeans hanging off my ass with my orange Polo shirt and the orange and black LeBrons to match. Around my neck I had my ten kilo yellow gold Miami Cuban link chain splash, and on my wrist I had my Rolex Milgauss white and orange dial wristwatch that Lani bought me last Christmas.
I was in V.I.P. with my niggas turning up. I was a li’l tipsy but I knew how to control my liquor because I had to drive my ass back home tonight. While we were in the club turning up, the DJ started playing “Jealousy” by Migos. Some niggas wanna hate on me? Some niggas wanna plot on me! They jealous and they envy me, ‘cause I’m really who they wanna be! That song was me and Lani’s shit. We stayed playing it around the house.
While
I was in V.I.P., I noticed this fine ass red bone stripper working the fuck out of that pole. All she was sporting was a hot pink thong. The way her small, perky titties sat up had a nigga in a trance. She had her hair in a part down the middle that stopped just above the crack of her ass. Baby was built like damn Buffy the Body. Boy, if I was back in my old ways, I would have took her ass to the back and had that bitch on her damn toes. But shit, Lani ass literally scared a nigga straight. I don’t ever want to lose that girl and I ain’t gon’ do anything to fuck up our marriage with her.
“Nigga, your ass staring kind of hard. Lani gon’ come in here and fuck your ass up,” my nigga Otis joked.
“Nigga, fuck you. Her ass ain’t gon’ do shit,” I laughed, waving him off.
We stayed in the club for about another two hours because it was starting to get a li’l boring. We left the club around 10 p.m. and drove out to South Beach to hit up Club Mansion. Once we got there, I was showed all type of love from people who knew me on the street to people I knew from elementary school. Everybody knew Tyrone, but to the streets I was Ty. Whenever we went to the club, we never waited in those long ass lines. We went straight to the door and they treated us like royalty. I knew the two security guards at the door, Black and C.J. They always looked out for me and my niggas.
Once we got inside, all the groupies were on us like white on rice but I went ahead and let all them hos know that I was married. Shit, I was proud of my damn self, turning down all those fine ass bitches in there!
Around 3 a.m. I pulled up to the house to see Lani’s all-white Range Rover in the parking lot along with her home girls’ cars out there as well. I knew for a fact my wife was asleep because her ass can’t stay up past 12 a.m. I walked in the house to see all four women passed out in the living room, each on their own couch. I was gonna go ahead and leave my wife on the couch, then I thought back to the last time when she fell asleep on the couch and cursed my ass out for not bringing her upstairs to bring her in the room. I crept over to where my wife was and she looked so beautiful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake her. I rubbed her on the shoulder and said, “Lani baby, wake up. Come get in the bed with me.”
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