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Guyanese, happy to declare it when asked,
D Rock?” “The one in the driver’s seat,” her two friends conversed in excited whispers. “That nigga look like The Game, for real!”
Neeka. With tight eyes, straight white teeth, a smooth complexion the color of wet sand, thick ebony hair that took a wave in its natural state, like in the present, and what Brianna referred to as a Janet Jackson smile, Neeka caught eyes on sight. But it wasn’t those qualities
She was 5’7” and usually didn’t encounter guys much taller than her. And when she was in heels, unlike today, forget it. But he had to be well over six feet. Not only in height, but his build was massive. He lifted, had to. His arms appeared the size of her thighs and were inked up completely all on his nutmeg tone. His white, V-neck t-shirt hugged him just right on those ripples and he was handsome in the most hardened of ways.
she couldn’t deny the appeal in his sharp features, his tantalizing full beard and those eyebrows, thick with a God-given arch
Neeka noticed a tattooed tear at the outer corner of his left eye. She made a conscious decision to blink away.
Nothing ugly about 6 foot something of brawny brown heaven with dreamy eyes, a slender nose, chiseled jaw, and faultless lips that parted into perfect teeth. Not to mention a tongue that seemed to accompany his words. He would wet his lips or his tongue would move in a way to enunciate
When he had grinned at her resistance earlier, there was one dimple that made an appearance on his right cheek. And those tattoos were dead sexy. But still…
“How old are you?” She asked now more curious. “27.” “I’m only 18,” she said like it was a deal breaker.
I guess the deeper in love we fall the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.
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I’m not the nigga that gets the girl everybody wants and forgets she’s the girl that everybody wants. Trust me… I know what I have.”
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Before that, and even after when she wasn’t in his presence, the rest of the world was blessed with good, hood, old D Rock. The dude with more money than marbles in his head… A nigga with no conscious, or rumored not to possess one, which was virtually one in the same…
D Rock was the nigga that made the hood turn. Street niggas idolized him, rappers called him when they needed they stolen chains back. His name was synonymous with power. It was what kept the organization running so smoothly for so many years… the fear that had taken years in the making to be instilled.
She would be his wife when she was ready for that, they would grow old together, he would die first, and she would die a day later.
“Neeka, people put diamonds under magnifying glasses because they can’t find flaws without ‘em.
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“Shit, this young pussy so tight,” he grunted as he worked only an inch in and she stiffened and whimpered. “Open that pussy up for Daddy, Neek… Fuck, I’m gon’ be off this all night…”
“They say the best unions are made amongst the greatest storms. So maybe it’ll be a fucking hurricane or something on our wedding day,” Daddy offered, getting in himself.
No matter how much you tried to become something else, the person you really are inside somehow manages to bleed through the cracks.
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“…but if you kill whatever is growing inside of you… which is mine, a part of me. I’m sure all of that love would vanish. And I will seriously hurt you… I will most likely murder you.”
I guess the deeper in love we fall, the scarier the thought of that love leaving us becomes.
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If this were a movie, credits would role and this song would play… If you enjoyed Devout, go find the song and give a listen for the full experience. Thank you! Until next time…
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