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Deceit, Lies, and Alibis
Books I – II – III
The Complete Trilogy
Shontaiye
Copyright 2016 by Shontaiye.
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Collected Edition ISBN:
Deceit, Lies, and Alibis. Copyright © 2014 Uptown Books
ISBN-13: 978-0-9863212-2-1
ISBN-10: 0986321222
Deceit, Lies, & Alibis 2. Copyright © 2015 Uptown Books.
ISBN-13: 978-0-9863212-2-1
ISBN-10: 0986321222
Deceit, Lies, and Alibis 3. Copyright © 2016 Uptown Books.
ISBN-13: 978-0-9863212-5-2
ISBN-10: 0-9863212-5-7
Table of Contents
Deceit, Lies, and Alibis
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Deceit, Lies, and Alibis 2
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Deceit, Lies, and Alibis 3
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Deceit, Lies, and Alibis
Shontaiye
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I just want to express appreciation to the people that have actually read my book. I appreciate that you took the time to read a novel by an unknown author. Thank you to my mama who gave me suggestions and wonderful feedback, and last but not least, my sister for giving me the title.
ONE
Present day
Noah saw his former life flash before his eyes as he stood over Eve with his hands wrapped around her throat. He thought of all that he had, and all that his life was before her scheming ass had come into the picture. He cursed the day he had met her. Instead of his surroundings, he saw nothing but red through his pupils. The sounds she made became muffled and distant. Noah’s heart beat rapidly and before he realized it, he had completely blacked out. It was too late.
18 months ago
Eve
It was four a.m. and Eve had been on her computer for several hours. This was her work time and she was in grind mode. She was used to staying up till the wee hours of the morning updating her profile on different internet sites. Eve was an escort and earned her money by having sex with men, however, she liked to consider herself an entertainer. She frequently told people she was a dancer, since she wouldn’t dare tell them she was an escort or prostitute.
She continued to work on uploading her most recent photos, being careful to select those that highlighted her most popular attributes: her tiny waist and fat ass. Eve wasn’t traditionally pretty. She had strong facial features that sometimes made her appear a bit masculine, however, her Haitian heritage gave her somewhat of an exotic look. With some makeup and sexy clothes she certainly managed to make many men’s heads turn. After all, she had to attract men; they were her bread and butter, and the only way she knew how to survive.
Eve wasn’t dealt the greatest hand in life. One of four children to an illiterate, immigrant single mother, Eve had always been poor. Eve’s mother had migrated with her siblings to America when Eve was just the tender age of 15. With a poor economy, no education, and little skill to obtain a job, Eve’s mother Rosa struggled to raise her four children. Back in Haiti, she had relied on prostitution to care for them.
When Eve became old enough, she too turned to prostitution to earn money. She thought back to her early teenage years in Haiti when she used to sleep with white men who came to trade goods on their boats. Eve’s body had developed very early, and in her adolescent years she had a body many grown women envied. Men and boys alike loved her dark chocolate skin, her full lips, and her thick thighs and ass. The first time she took goods in exchange for her own “goods” she was 12 years old. She remembered the day...
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It was hot, and the sun beamed heavily on her small back. She was hungry and her mother had sent her down to the trading pier with a few dollars. She was hoping she could use the money to get a loaf of bread to go with a pot of broth her mother had been trying to prepare. They were desperate, and their food supply was beginning to run out. Rosa was getting older, and because of a poor diet and lack of proper medical care, her looks and health were deteriorating quickly. She could no longer sway the white traders with propositions of sex, so she sent Eve.
When Eve arrived at the boat she knew what she had to do. With a seductive smile and a lustful tone, she told a middle-age, white trader what she wanted. She then explained to him she only had a few dollars, however, she had something else more valuable than money. The trader knew exactly what she spoke of, and frankly he didn’t mind a bit. He smiled back at the young Eve, and she knew she had him.
“Follow me,” he said. “You take care of me and I’ll take care of you.”
So she did just that. Many times Eve had listened to her mother and even spied on her and countless men having sex. Although still a virgin, she knew exactly what to say and do, to satisfy a man. When Eve got to the back of the boat she wasted no time straddling the aging white man on the small makeshift sleeping area. She told him to close his eyes and then she kissed him softly on his chest and neck.
She pulled open his shirt and proceeded to rub his shoulders. She didn’t want to spend too much time on the boat so she decided to get down to business. She eased down the traders pants and took him deep into her mouth. She ignored the smell of old sweat and focused on making him cum quickly. She bobbed her head up and down swiftly, sucking furiously, while making loud slurping sounds.
“Ummmmmm,” she moaned. “You’re so big,” she said between slurps, hoping to get him off quickly. That too she had learned from watching her mother.
As soon as she purred the words he came violently, grabbing her hair, his body twitching. He was done, and she praised herself for being skilled enough to get him off so quickly.
When it was all over, Eve had enough to last her and her family several days. Her services to the fisherman became routine, and eventually spread amongst the other traders. Thus a monster had just been created.
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When Eve’s mother announced she had gotten a family visa to America, Eve was ecstatic. She thought her days of prostitution, hunger, and poverty were all over. However, when they got to America she was in for a rude awakening. The area of Brooklyn they lived in was poverty stricken and crime ridden. What made things worse was that her mother spoke broken English and had no education, so she had difficulty getting a job.
They eventually moved to the projects and lived off the welfare system, receiving food stamps and a small assistance check. Eve became extremely envious when saw the other teenage girls her age who were pretty, and well dressed. She wanted what they
had, so she began to scheme for months.
One month when check day came, Eve wasted no time going through her mother’s purse to find her EBT card so she could take the $750 that would post on the card at midnight. After taking the money from the ATM, she returned her mother’s card and headed out into the night.
Although she felt guilty she had taken the money, she wasn’t concerned that they would be evicted. Their rent was only $30 a month, and she could have that to her in no time. Besides, her mother received over $1000 a month in food-stamps; she would have no problem selling a few in exchange for cash.
Eve used the money to rent a room in a cheap motel for a week. The following day she also went to the nearest hair salon for some extensions. Her final splurge was a quality camera phone. To her, the money spent was an investment. She would use the camera phone to take sexy pictures of herself and post them to the Internet on some escort websites she was hearing about. Fucking was going to be her hustle in the State’s too.
The prostitution game had changed. Long gone were the days of standing on the corner waving down cars, and sucking dick in pissy alleyways. That method was more so for drug addicts. Younger girls were now getting money off “the game” by setting up shop in cleaner, more discreet environments such as motel rooms.
Perverts and dirty old men were no longer the only clients; business men, regular working men, and just about anyone was paying for sex. Several girls she knew were making good money, and Eve wanted a piece of the pie.
The first site she heard about, Backpage.com, would eventually become her favorite. She used it religiously along with Escorts.com. Those two sites were where ninety-five percent of her income came from; that and word of mouth. All she had to do was pay a small advertising fee so she could solicit her services to men looking for sex. It really was a win-win situation for her.
Within weeks Eve had men coming in and out of her room. She made enough to have fun, keep her makeup and hair flawless, and keep the latest threads. She actually made a decent income when you considered what she paid to practically live out of motels.
Eventually Eve went to visit her mother to apologize and pay her money back. Although she had been gone for weeks, her mother never worried or questioned her whereabouts. It wasn’t unusual for girls to run off at eleven and twelve in Haiti.
Eve told her mother she had a part-time job at a fast food restaurant. She didn’t tell her what she was really doing or how much money she was making because she didn’t want her begging for handouts. Deep down Eve resented her mother.
Long ago her mother had been married to a decent Haitian man who was also the father of her first three children. When Eve’s mother got pregnant a fourth time, rumors were swirling around the village that the unborn child did not belong to her husband. For years her mother had been known for her promiscuity amongst the people of the small community. Nevertheless, the creamy skin of the half Caucasian baby confirmed the rumors when she gave birth. Soon after, her husband left and never returned.
Eve felt that her mother had her chance in life and blew it. Because of her failures, her children suffered and lived miserably, forced to turn tricks and suck old, white dicks just to eat.
Eve refused to be a miserable, failure like her mother. Problem was, that was all she knew. However, Eve felt that if she had to suck dick to make a living she would focus on sucking the right dick. Sadly, she had grown up so ignorant she never knew that if she pursued a proper education she could have had a future. Even if Eve had known, she probably wouldn’t have done it anyway. She instead, kept her mind on three things: men, money, and dick.
She hoped to find someone who was paid and that would eventually take her in and provide for her. She met few men she felt were good candidates. Most of them were too old, too broke, or married. Those that were married usually just wanted fun and wouldn’t even think of leaving their wives. She couldn’t wait till she finally met “The One.” Little did she know that he was on his way, and she would eventually get a whole lot more than what she had bargained for.
TWO
Noah
“Yo, Bull,” Noah mouthed into the receiver of his iPhone 5, greeting his child-hood friend Hakim.
“Wassup my nigga,” replied Hakim, still focused on whipping his Cadillac Deville in and out of mid-day traffic.
“We still going up-top tonight to celebrate?” Noah asked.
“No doubt, my dude,” Hakim responded, holding his phone up with his shoulder since his hands were occupied by the steering wheel.
“Pick me up around eight and we out. Oh, and grab some of that good shit,” he said, referring to the exotic weed they both liked to smoke.
“No doubt. I got you. It’s ya day. Everything’s on me,” Noah replied, with a smile.
“Good looking my nigga. See you then. One.”
Hakim ended the call and allowed his phone to drop into the plush leather seats.
The two friends went back to their tasks and began to mentally prepare for the two and a half hour drive from Philadelphia to New York. It was Hakim’s birthday and after living in Philly for most of his adolescent years, he decided that their club scene just didn’t compare to his home-town New York, so he asked Noah to accompany him there for a party being thrown in honor of his birthday.
Noah pulled his Polo hoodie tight against his body for extra warmth against the brisk air. It was surprisingly cold for April, but that didn’t stop him from standing outside of his door, blunt in hand, blowing smoke circles into the air. He couldn’t smoke in the house because his fiancé Shaleea wouldn’t allow it. He adored Shaleea and was always willing to compromise with her to make life smooth. They’d been together seven years and he’d taken her through hell and back during that time, but she still stuck by him.
Four months prior he officially declared his love by proposing to her on Christmas Eve with a five carat, princess cut diamond ring. It had set him back $10,000, but he gladly paid it since she was worth every penny. She truly was one in a million.
Shaleea was beautiful to him, with smooth skin that resembled fudge. She had a loving and caring personality, and it didn’t hurt that she was educated. What really made his love run deep for her was that she wasn’t like all the other girls that came and went in his life; she truly cared for him as a person and never worried about his money, or what she could gain from being with him. Her love for him was pure. She listened when he talked, gave him sound advice, and was affectionate. He wouldn’t deny that she was good to him.
“Ouch!” Noah winced in pain. While deep in thought, he had smoked his blunt down so low it burned his hand. Throwing down the “roach” and smashing it up with his Timberland boot, he decided he was done. He opened up the oversized cherry-wood door to return back into his modest town-home. He was finally ready to begin preparation for his night out in New York for Hakim’s birthday. He was eager to unwind and let loose in the city. Just like his favorite rapper Drake, YOLO was his motto. “You only live once.”
No doubt he loved Shaleea and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but at the end of the day he was a man. Noah felt like it just wasn’t in the nature of man to be faithful. Bend them over, fuck em, and get em out, was how he went about dealing with hoes. Every now and then if the head game and sex was right, he would toss a few dollars, but none of them would ever get anything close to what he gave to Shaleea; his heart.
THREE
Shaleea
At 8am the cobblestone streets of Chestnut Hill were congested and already bustling with activity. The neighborhood, which was nestled in the Northwest section of Philadelphia, was home to upper middle class residents and had homes that averaged around $600,000.
Struggling through traffic down the bumpy road, 28 year old Shaleea had just dropped her daughter Heaven off at school and was on her way to get a hot cup of coffee from Dunkin Donuts. That was her energy during the week. She needed a caffeinated boost so she could finish writing a paper on Ethics for her graduate clas
s at Temple University. After finishing her paper she would make her rounds to the four laundromat’s she and her fiancé Noah owned; Squeaky Clean; one, two, three, and four.
Four years ago, Shaleea had finally gotten Noah to invest some money into a legitimate business for them to build their future together on. They initially opened one small, run-down, 24-hour laundromat in North Philadelphia with $50,000. Noah was a little hesitant to put the money up at first, not wanting to invest too much. As much money as he had tucked away, he certainly was frugal.
With some convincing, Shaleea was able to instill confidence in Noah and let her show him she was capable of running a business. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in her; Noah just wasn’t into taking monetary losses.
Although the laundromat was run-down, Shaleea saw the potential because of the location. With the help of a few crack-head’s and contractors, they had the place looking presentable in no time. To their delight the business did wonderfully. With an aggressive investment strategy in place, they had been able to open a new location every year.
The businesses thrived in the poor neighborhoods of Philadelphia where most families couldn’t afford the luxury of having a washer or dryer in their home. Although the laundromat’s were in the ghetto, Shaleea focused on making them affordable and comfortable, using her own money she had saved to offer Wi-Fi, air-conditioning, cable television, and free store-bought muffins and fresh coffee. Her goal was to create a professional establishment people wouldn’t mind sitting in for several hours while they did their laundry.