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she couldn’t acknowledge the fear, the hatred, and anger without admitting the good too.
They were just complicated.
He led the way to the penthouse suite,
she just didn’t expect anything less.
the man was a s...
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The man was a standard.
He just indulged in the highest level ...
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He just indulged in the highest level of everything,
He was the type of man she would have waited at the door for, with a warm plate and wet womanhood, to help him unwind.
He was the type of man she would have waited at the door for, with a warm plate and wet womanhood, to help him unwind.
“You know I don’t think you can say you love someone until you love the darkest parts of them,”
“You know I don’t think you can say you love someone until you love the darkest parts of them,”
“It’s easy to love when everything is good, when everything feels easy. It’s the darkness that tests true love.”
“It’s easy to love when everything is good, when everything feels easy. It’s the darkness that tests true love.”
“There’s a moment… When our soul dies, but we’re still breathing, still here, but we’re gone. I’ve seen that. I’m living that.”
“I begged that nigga to help me pull her to her feet and he just stood there.
he walked back into the room and shut us out.
‘I hate you, and you look like your fucking father. Your black, ugly-ass was the worst thing to ever happen to me.’
Just vile shit that you don’t say to your kid.
whatever it took to feed my mama’s habit. All so she wouldn’t beat my ass.
All she saw when she looked at me was him.
I wasn’t her son. I was the nigga that left her, and she wanted to fight him, but...
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After all the beatings and cursing my name, I still idolized her.
I begged her not to leave me.
back. I was seven years old when they found her body.
My first heartbreak.
losing you feels li...
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Losing Alani felt to Ethic the same as losing his mom!!
“He’s where he is. I’m where I am. The two places never intersect.
The abuse, the absolute disregard of caring for such a phenomenal human being,
He wanted a woman in a black dress. Here I am.
He wanted a woman in a black dress. Here I am.
The way he was looking at her left no room for second-guessing.
Ethic knew what it felt like to be without her, so he took his time to wallow in her presence, drown in her essence,
as he rested his head in her lap.
The art of a woman always took his breath away. Men rushed. Men forgot to marvel in the structure of a woman.
the body of a woman was designed to be ammunition for a man’s erection.
Power of a fucking woman.
THE Power of a fucking woman.
Insecurities of a woman. He smirked. Silly shit that silly-ass niggas done put in her head. Shit’s perfect. He
The insecurities of a woman are placed there by the insecurities of an insecure man!
He shook his head. Everything looked so motherfucking good. God damn perfection.
He even found that shit sexy. The subtlety in her choices.
The way her nails blended into the color of her skin.
“I’m appreciating,” h...
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“I’m appreciating,” he groaned.
no man had ever loved a woman greater.
So fucking insecure. I’ma have to love that shit away.
So fucking insecure. I’ma have to love that shit away.
He knew it came from a fuck boy, maybe a couple, not loving her right before him.
her body being exactly what it was supposed to be - a home for seeds to grow.
her body being exactly what it was supposed to be-a home for seeds to grow.
“These marks remind me that you loved me once. After I did the worst to you, you loved me enough to carry my seed.
“These marks remind me that you loved me once. After I did the worst to you, you loved me enough to carry my seed.
He loved her so wholly. She felt it.
He loved her so wholly. She felt it.
A little wrong…shit, she could pray that away in the morning.
Even the hatred he detected was like art.
Her pain was brewing a storm inside her
and he was about to make it rain.
No one weakened him like this woman.
Her desolation pulled the strength from his soul.
If she was depending on him to press the brakes, she was getting fucked tonight, so he wanted to go slow…give
give her time…to voice her rejection.
