10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace (Caselli Family, #1)

by Jahquel J.

Here’s to having a nigga that hates his toothpaste being squeezed or food touching but will make a nigga bleed behind you.

Ego was something that would be a man’s biggest downfall.

“She’s my only friend that I have. You know how hard it is to make friends. I’m either too weird, or the girl that overshares… I just want to have a friend.”

Damn that's me fr

It was easier making friends when you were a child.

Wouldnt know lol

When you became an adult, quality friendships were hard to come by. Every time I had a friend, it never lasted because something always happened. They either used me for whatever they wanted, or I found out they were talking bad about me.

Real

I have to admit that I was the problem, too. When you were my friend, I went above and beyond. I wanted to be there for you, and I often overplayed my part for people who didn’t deserve it.

Real

hating how big my heart was at times.

Real

My heart had always been big, and it was a gift and curse – mostly curse.

Real

It was something that I needed to work on.

Real

I didn’t take my virginity lightly; it was something that should have been given to someone special.

I wish i took mine seriously

Men were gross and until God came down and put me in my future husband’s arms, I was going to stay single and a virgin.

I wish i was like you girl omg

“Some days I appreciate not looking like how I feel.”

I was an introvert and most times I lived in my own head and found comfort there.

Once I was comfortable with you then that’s when my weirdness came out of every pore of my body.

It was harder meeting friends as an adult than a child. At least you had crayons and your favorite cartoon to bond over. As an adult, making friends was hard, and made you want to be alone forever.

mattress tangoed

It was a word made so men could validate women wanting to be wives without actually committing and using the actual word wife.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want love, I craved having actual love. I wanted someone to choose me and make me feel whole. I wanted to give myself to someone and know that I was theirs and they would protect me.

It was always we had a fucking problem, and never Menace we got you a gift for being great.

I always moved in love because I wanted to protect them. They never saw that part though; it was always me being the bad guy – ruining their lives.

My attention span was one of a child, and the minute I got bored, I was onto the next thing.

“Have you ever met Stevie? She would help a burglar rob her damn house.”

I didn’t need a man to live.

I never wanted a love like that to find me.

She switched men like wigs, so did she really know any of those men well?

“Your breath smells like fucking Kangaroo pussy, Bitch.”

“Is there any more room for me in those jeans!” I started singing, startling everyone in this bitch except for Duke, Beans and Jeffie.

“Wonder, the minute you let another nigga touch you is the moment you gonna see why they call me Menace.”

“You used to make your Barbies fuck, huh?”

I liked to remain quiet and just silently stew on my feelings.

Why the fuck did such a beautiful woman have to eat that way?

Damn world was a fucking mess, and White men thought their focus should be on an app and women’s rights.

“You took advantage of her when she fucking trusted you. Got her all fucked up years later because you hurt her… I don’t like when people hurt her.”

On his own, he found out who this man was, found where he worked and came to defend her honor.

you are just enough and the light everyone needs. Life is hard, and we need that light and person to remind us not to take ourselves too seriously…

“Go people watch and take your anger out on that card, baby… dinner is at nine.”

“Menace and Maverick are two different people. Maverick had to become Menace because he didn’t have a choice. Maverick was the one who brought you to his parents… he doesn’t do that. Which means he deemed you special, Stevie. I’m not saying his outburst was right but hear him out and allow him to make it right… make that nigga grovel… and record it because the shit is rare.”

“You ever got your pussy ate before, Wonder?” She slowly pulled her head up and stared into my eyes. “You won’t put sauce on your chicken, but you’ll eat my pussy?”

“I don’t like when somebody plays with my food, Wonder,”

“You’re perfect, Wonder. Don’t let nobody say anything different or I’m gonna kill ‘em for you… K?”

“Niggas create their own storms and then get mad when it rains…

you the realest nigga, but even the realest nigga need therapy.”

I pulled my gun out. “I’ll shoot all your faces off for calling my fucking wife beautiful!” They all stared at me confused as if I hadn’t just asked them.

“A woman losing her virginity is a very special moment for her, I heard. I take that seriously, Wonder. I’ve had pussy before, and this ain’t that for me… you’re going to be my wife. This is going to be your first time. I’m not about to rob you of your first time… can’t do that to you.”

My book of choice didn’t make it any better because Miss Jenesequa was known for her spicy novels, and her novel I Got You was no different. I needed to take a cold shower, and I had just finished taking a shower.

Is this real?

Whenever Stevie was around, I heard the song “As” by Stevie Wonder. It was her personal soundtrack whenever she entered a room or spoke to me. She made me feel as good as the song.

“Because I am in love with you, Maverick. I can’t even think of leaving you, even though that was all I wanted to do when I first met you. The thought of you sitting in that house alone before you met me brings tears to my eyes. You are complicated, and some days I wanna choke you because why can’t you just fucking flush the toilet once… but those are the things that I love. You aren’t weird, baby, you are unique. Different isn’t a flaw, it’s a feature.”

It was a fucking honor for a woman to want to give a man anything.

“Huh? I can’t hear I don’t have my glasses on… hold on,” I reached for my glasses and put them on.

It was like when you were in the middle of prayer and then your intrusive thoughts entered, and left you questioning why the hell you just screamed fuck God in your head?