Just Wright Publications (2026)

18/10/2024

FALLIN’ FOR MY SNEAKY LINK:
A CHEATIN HOE’S TESTIMONY

PROLOGUE

“Yeah. Stroke that s**t Kamry.”Rock said as I continued to slowly beat his dick under the visiting room table using my $100 lip gloss for l**e.
Truth be told his dick was so big and thick I really needed two hands but my free hand was being used to pleasure myself as his low moans and whispers made my c**t throb under my Pretty Ruff Apparel dress. Truth be told this was a no-contact facility but Rock’s name rang bells both in and out of jail so you know how that goes. Seconds later he let out a muffled grunt that I instinctively matched while I sq**rted all over the floor as the feeling of his warm nut all over my hand excited me to the fullest. I secretly looked around to make sure the sound of my juices hitting the dirty white tiled floor didn’t bring any unwanted attention, but unfortunately the perverted face on the fat ass C.O. and the bulge in his oversized pants told me otherwise.
“Alright Rock times up.” His nasty ass said getting up from his guards table showing that me and Rock wasn’t the only ones that made a mess.
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and nodded in the direction of the wet spot by his zipper as he embarrassingly sat his dumb ass back down.
“C’mon Rock you gotta wrap it up. I already gave you an extra ten minutes.”
“Nah n***a I gave YOU a extra ten minutes you nasty motherf**ker.” Rock said forcefully pushin his chair back and staring the fake cop down.
I grabbed his arm to calm him down.
“It’s cool bae. I wanna beat the traffic anyway.” I said standing up and kissing him passionately as he grabbed my ass one last time for good measure.
“I’ll see you next Saturday and I’ll call you tonight around nine so make sure you answer.”
“You already know I will daddy.” I said grabbing his manhood once more for good measure returning the gesture before turning to leave.
It was a long two hour ride home and I couldn’t keep Rock off my mind. He had been in my life now for a minute and I loved each and every moment we spent together; when he wasn’t in and out of jail that is. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my purse and headed inside.
“Mooommmmy.” My daughter Royal said as she ran and bear hugged my legs.
“Hey Princess, were you good while mommy was gone?”
“Of course she was.” My husband Stan said sneaking up behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist spun me around and kissed me.
“Oooh Stan you scared the s**t out of me.” I said nervously pulling away from him, afraid he would smell Rock’s prison sweat all over me since he had no cologne.
“How was your lunch with Nina?” Did you guys catch upon old times?”
I was so glad he asked the 2nd question because I had totally forgot I lied to him and told him an old grade school friend was in town and we were meeting for lunch.
“Oh yeah babe we had a blast and It was good seeing her. Now all I wanna do is take a nice hot shower, lay back with a nice glass of wine, and start reading The Bag girls Club: Atlanta; I heard it ‘s a fire ass read.”
“Aww c’mon babe you can read that book anytime. I’m tryna have something else bangin.” He said attempting to kiss me.
I pulled away.
“Ummm I’m sweaty and our 7 year old daughter is right over there sir.” I said touching my lip with my finger and then touching his.
“Aight well when she go to bed that ass is all mine.” He laughed as he headed towards the rear of the house.
“Actually no. This ass is all Rock’s.” I thought to myself as I grabbed my rose out of my hiding spot and headed into the shower to finish what Rock and I started on the visit.

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10/10/2024

DADDY’S BEEN A BAD BOY:THE MAKING OF A MONSTEROUS MOGUL

PROLOGUE

The lights in the mansion were dim, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The soft hum of expensive electronics buzzed in the background, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music that leaked from the party downstairs. But up here, in the master bedroom, it was quiet—eerie, unnatural.
Carter "Daddy" King leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city skyline outside the glass windows. His eyes, usually filled with the spark of charm that had won him the world, were hollow tonight. He stared blankly at the lifeless body lying across the bed—the mother of his children, Vanessa.
Her skin, once warm and soft, was now pale, her lips tinged with blue. An empty champagne glass sat on the nightstand, beside a small mirror dusted with white powder. To anyone else, it would look like just another overdose. Tragic, but predictable, in their world of excess. A woman who couldn’t handle the lifestyle—a sad but familiar story.
But Carter knew better. He had watched her spiral for months, seen the pain in her eyes that mirrored his own. She had threatened to leave, to take their children, to expose him. She said she was tired of his games, of the drugs, the s*x parties, the endless control. She wanted out—and worse, she had the means to destroy everything he had built.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Carter’s hands trembled as he lit a blunt, taking a long drag as he replayed the night in his mind. He remembered her begging him to stop, telling him she’d keep quiet if he let her go. But Carter had heard that lie before. He knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, not with the things she’d seen. Not with the things he’d done to her.
He glanced at the door, hearing footsteps approaching. His personal security detail would find her soon. They’d take care of it, just like they had taken care of everything else. This wasn’t the first body he’d had to bury—not the first life he’d ruined to protect his empire. And it wouldn’t be the last.
As Carter exhaled a cloud of smoke, he felt the familiar surge of power rise inside him. He had always thrived on control, on being the one who pulled the strings. And even now, with Vanessa’s lifeless body before him, he knew he would emerge unscathed. The world would mourn her, but they’d never know the truth. No one would ever connect the dots.
Vanessa was gone, just another casualty in his twisted, manic pursuit of power. The industry would keep turning, the money would keep flowing, and Carter "Daddy" King would remain untouchable.
He crushed the blunt into the ashtray, casting one last glance at the body of the woman who had once loved him. The woman who had dared to challenge him.
“Rest in peace, baby,” he whispered, turning his back on her for the final time.
As he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he felt nothing. Not guilt, not sadness. Only the rush of knowing he still held all the cards.
Carter King was a bad boy, and in his world, that meant he always won.
But even monsters have their limits. And Carter was about to find out just how far he could fall.

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04/10/2024

CHAPTER ONE

It’s 4:27am and Carter is sitting in a dimly lit recording studio at the control board while a young aspiring female artist is in the vocal booth singing a song that he has written and produced. Carter is leaned back in his large leather chair with his eyes closed vibing to the track he suddenly hears something he doesn’t like, opens his eyes stops the track, and presses the intercom button on the board.
“Ayo check this s**t out baby girl; we gone be in this bitch till you get this s**t right. I aint got s**t else to do.” Carter said leaning over and snorting a line of coke.
“I’m singing it just the way you told me to and I have been for the last three hours.” Monay said sounding exhausted and a little irritated.
“What so you tryna tell me MY ears are off? I don’t know what the f**k I’m hearing? You think I don’t know music? Bitch I’m Carter motherf**kin King; I am music. Now take it from the top.” Carter said in a calm yet eerie voice while popping a pill and washing it down with a shot of tequila from his own brand.
“Maybe if you wasn’t so geeked up you could hear clearly.” Monay whispered not realizing her mic was still hot.
“What the f**k did you just say?” Carter said just as calm and eerie as he bumped another line of coke.
“Noth..nothin Carter.” Monay said as her voice trembled.
“Oh no. You said somethin; yeah you definitely said somethin.”
Carter pushed his chair back from the control board.
“Get up and get the f**k out.” He said to the groupie that had been on her knees giving him oral s*x the whole time.
The groupie stood up wiped her mouth and hurried out of the studio. Once Carter watched her get on the elevator through the security cameras he stood up, took another shot of Tequila to the head, took his belt off, wrapped it around his fist, and headed straight for the control booth as Monay watched in horror. Monay ran to the vocal booth door and quickly locked it. Carter flashed an evil grin through the glass door.
“Alexa unlock vocal booth door and lock all others.”
“Unlocking vocal booth door and locking all others.” The robotic voice responded through the speakers while following Carter’s commands.
Shortly after, you could hear the electronic mechanism unlock the door as the light on the vocal booth doork**b turned green. Carter slowly turned the k**b and walked in as Monay scurried and coward down in the corner. Carter slowly approached her, stood over her and in that same calm and eerie voice he posed a question.
“Who’s your motherf**kin daddy?”
Moments later Monay’s screams filled the 23,000 square foot recording compound owned by Carter Global Enterprises. After about 7 minutes, but what seemed like forever Carter put a halt to the vicious assault. He kneeled down to Monay’s battered and bruised body as she sobbed hysterically.
“Now take this s**t from the motherf**kin top because time is money and just because I’m made of it don’t mean I like to waste it. do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Daddy.” She sobbed.
“That’s my girl.” He said as he leaned over and kissed her on her forehead.
Carter stood, headed back to the control board, sat down, pulled out his phone and called his assistant Fonz.
“Ayo Bee, I’mma need you to come down to the compound and grab Monay. I need you to check her into Four Seasons under the usual alias. After that, get the doc on the phone have him get his ass over there and get her right. Then send Missy over to her house and have her sit with the kids for a few days until this blow’s over. If anybody asks Monay is doing a 5 city press run and should be back in about a week.”
He then looked at Monay while surveying the visual damage.
“Better make that 2 weeks.” He said before ending the call and pressing play to start the music.

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02/10/2024

DADDY IS A BAD BOY:THE MAKING OF A MONSTEROUS MOGUL

PROLOGUE

The lights in the mansion were dim, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The soft hum of expensive electronics buzzed in the background, almost drowned out by the bass-heavy music that leaked from the party downstairs. But up here, in the master bedroom, it was quiet—eerie, unnatural.
Carter "Daddy" King leaned against the wall, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the city skyline outside the glass windows. His eyes, usually filled with the spark of charm that had won him the world, were hollow tonight. He stared blankly at the lifeless body lying across the bed—the mother of his children, Vanessa.
Her skin, once warm and soft, was now pale, her lips tinged with blue. An empty champagne glass sat on the nightstand, beside a small mirror dusted with white powder. To anyone else, it would look like just another overdose. Tragic, but predictable, in their world of excess. A woman who couldn’t handle the lifestyle—a sad but familiar story.
But Carter knew better. He had watched her spiral for months, seen the pain in her eyes that mirrored his own. She had threatened to leave, to take their children, to expose him. She said she was tired of his games, of the drugs, the s*x parties, the endless control. She wanted out—and worse, she had the means to destroy everything he had built.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Carter’s hands trembled as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he replayed the night in his mind. He remembered her begging him to stop, telling him she’d keep quiet if he let her go. But Carter had heard that lie before. He knew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, not with the things she’d seen. Not with the things he’d done to her.
He glanced at the door, hearing footsteps approaching. His personal security detail would find her soon. They’d take care of it, just like they had taken care of everything else. This wasn’t the first body he’d had to bury—not the first life he’d ruined to protect his empire. And it wouldn’t be the last.
As Carter exhaled a cloud of smoke, he felt the familiar surge of power rise inside him. He had always thrived on control, on being the one who pulled the strings. And even now, with Vanessa’s lifeless body before him, he knew he would emerge unscathed. The world would mourn her, but they’d never know the truth. No one would ever connect the dots.
Vanessa was gone, just another casualty in his twisted, manic pursuit of power. The industry would keep turning, the money would keep flowing, and Carter "Daddy" King would remain untouchable.
He crushed the cigarette into the ashtray, casting one last glance at the body of the woman who had once loved him. The woman who had dared to challenge him.
“Rest in peace, baby,” he whispered, turning his back on her for the final time.
As he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, he felt nothing. Not guilt, not sadness. Only the rush of knowing he still held all the cards.
Carter King was a bad boy, and in his world, that meant he always won.
But even monsters have their limits. And Carter was about to find out just how far he could fall.

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19/09/2024

PROLOGUE

“Yeah. Stroke that s**t Kamry.”Rock said as I continued to slowly beat his dick under the visiting room table using my $100 lip gloss for l**e.
Truth be told his dick was so big and thick I really needed two hands but my free hand was being used to pleasure myself as his low moans and whispers made my c**t throb under my Pretty Ruff Apparel dress. Truth be told this was a no-contact facility but Rock’s name rang bells both in and out of jail so you know how that goes. Seconds later he let out a muffled grunt that I instinctively matched while I sq**rted all over the floor as the feeling of his warm nut all over my hand excited me to the fullest. I secretly looked around to make sure the sound of my juices hitting the dirty white tiled floor didn’t bring any unwanted attention, but unfortunately the perverted face on the fat ass C.O. and the bulge in his oversized pants told me otherwise.
“Alright Rock times up.” His nasty ass said getting up from his guards table showing that me and Rock wasn’t the only ones that made a mess.
I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and nodded in the direction of the wet spot by his zipper as he embarrassingly sat his dumb ass back down.
“C’mon Rock you gotta wrap it up. I already gave you an extra ten minutes.”
“Nah n***a I gave YOU a extra ten minutes you nasty motherf**ker.” Rock said forcefully pushin his chair back and staring the fake cop down.
I grabbed his arm to calm him down.
“It’s cool bae. I wanna beat the traffic anyway.” I said standing up and kissing him passionately as he grabbed my ass one last time for good measure.
“I’ll see you next Saturday and I’ll call you tonight around nine so make sure you answer.”
“You already know I will daddy.” I said grabbing his manhood once more for good measure returning the gesture before turning to leave.
It was a long two hour ride home and I couldn’t keep Rock off my mind. He had been in my life now for a minute and I loved each and every moment we spent together; when he wasn’t in and out of jail that is. I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my purse and headed inside.
“Mooommmmy.” My daughter Royal said as she ran and bear hugged my legs.
“Hey Princess, were you good while mommy was gone?”
“Of course she was.” My husband Stan said sneaking up behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist spun me around and kissed me.
“Oooh Stan you scared the s**t out of me.” I said nervously pulling away from him, afraid he would smell Rock’s prison sweat all over me since he had no cologne.
“How was your lunch with Nina?” Did you guys catch upon old times?”
I was so glad he asked the 2nd question because I had totally forgot I lied to him and told him an old grade school friend was in town and we were meeting for lunch.
“Oh yeah babe we had a blast and It was good seeing her. Now all I wanna do is take a nice hot shower, lay back with a nice glass of wine, and start reading The Bag girls Club: Atlanta; I heard it ‘s a fire ass read.”
“Aww c’mon babe you can read that book anytime. I’m tryna have something else bangin.” He said attempting to kiss me.
I pulled away.
“Ummm I’m sweaty and our 7 year old daughter is right over there sir.” I said touching my lip with my finger and then touching his.
“Aight well when she go to bed that ass is all mine.” He laughed as he headed towards the rear of the house.
“Actually no. This ass is all Rock’s.” I thought to myself as I grabbed my rose out of my hiding spot and headed into the shower to finish what Rock and I started on the visit.

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17/08/2024

I was lying on the couch trying my best to stay as far away from Stan as possible when my phone rang from a private number; I never got those so I ignored it. Whoever it was called a second and a 3rd time and then I got a text that said “I’ll give you 20 thousand reasons why you should pick up the phone, and you should hurry before the guards make their rounds.” I quickly sat up and nervously looked around as if the text was played out loud and magnified by a thousand. I was overcome with a mixed feeling of anger because Rock was calling me and a slight bit of unexplained excitement as well. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing again so I quickly answered and shouted a whisper into the phone
“Are you out of your f**king mind? I’m married and my husband…..”
“Is probably in the basement playin video games with his corny ass.” Rock said cutting me off.
“That bitch Fendi got a big ass mouth.” I snapped.
“Yeah maybe, but she has ya best interest at heart and so do I.”
“Nigga you don’t even know me, and if you think 20 bands gonna buy you somethin over here I can gladly run it back to you cuz I aint one of them broke thirsty bi***es you probably used to.”
“You 100% right about that. S**t I wouldna given any of them other hoes the time of day let alone 20 bands for what you did, but you different, you feisty, you got ya own and you hold ya own; I don’t see that a lot in my line of work.”
“Work? Is that what you call it?”
“I provide a service and get paid, I have employees that I pay extremely well so by Google’s definition I believe that’s work.”
“Suddenly this n***a is a scholar. Why are you calling me Rock? What do you want?”
“I want you and I aint been able to keep my mind off you since the other day and for your information I happen to have my Bachelor’s in Business Management.”
“Well kudo’s n***a, but it aint gonna happen like I said I’m a married woman.”
“I noticed you didn’t say happily.”
“I don’t give a f**k what you noticed; don’t call this number again n***a cuz whatever you thinkin this is, it aint that.” I said as I hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.
This n***a really had me f**ked all the way up. I tried calling Fendi but kept getting her dumb ass voice mail. “Hey this is Fen-di; I’m probably somewhere tren-ding” She would chant in a high pitched whiney voice.
“Uggghh!” I grunted after my last attempt to call her can curse her the f**k out.
I was so frustrated I got up and headed straight for the wine cellar, got me a bottle of Rose’ Moscato, walked straight past the wine glasses, back into the living room, popped that s**t and took the first swig of many to come straight to the head as I plopped back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and started channel surfing.
I jumped out of my sleep when Stan touched my shoulder.
“What the f**k?” I said startled.
“It’s okay baby it’s me.” Stan said standing over me as I tried to focus and gather my thoughts.
“W…w….wassup Stan? What happened?” I asked groggily.
“Well you were clearly having a nightmare after falling asleep on the couch. You were mumbling kind of loud so I came down to check on you.”
“Nightmare? Mumbling loud?” I asked confused and still a little out of it.
“Yeah you were saying STOP! STOP! But I guess that’s what a whole bottle of wine will do to you.” He said holding up the now empty bottle.
“Wow! That’s crazy.” I responded, shocked that I did that bottle like that.
“Yeah well it’s almost 5am. Let’s get you up to bed.” He said holding his hand out.
“You go ahead. I’m gonna straighten up down here and I’ll be right behind you.” I replied.
“Okay babe. I’ll be waiting.” He said as he headed up stairs.
I gave a fake smile and nodded back at him. When he was upstairs I sat there still trying to collect myself and figure out this nightmare s**t, but for the life of me I couldn’t recall not even a second of it.; that bottle of wine musta really did a number on me.
“Oh well. F**k it.” I thought to myself as I removed my blanket (that I don’t even remember grabbing.
I was getting up and suddenly felt a feeling of wetness.
“Now I know good and gotdamn well I aint spill this wine on myself with my drunk ass.” I thought to myself as I touched the wet spot on my leggings and realized I was soaked around the mid area.
When I got up I realized there was a huge wet spot on the couch as well.
“I know the f**k I didn’t!!” I said as I touched the wet spot on the couch, smelled it, and then looked down at myself realizing the wetness wasn’t spilled wine.
It was then that I realized that I had f**ked around and sq**rted all over myself, but why would a nightmare have me saying STOP! STOP? And then just like that it started coming back to me; I wasn’t having a nightmare at all. I was clearly having a wet dream and Stanley didn’t hear STOP, STOP; what he heard me saying was ROCK, ROCK!
This s**t was crazy. The dream slowly but surely started coming back to me piece by piece as I imagined Rock bending me over the balcony of The Baccarat Hotel in the middle of Midtown Manhattan on a warm Summer’s night with most coolest and s*xiest breeze blowing through my hair while hardening my ni***es at the same time.
Rock’s thrusts were forceful yet gentle, he was rough yet passionate as every stroke found and activated an erogenous zone I never even knew existed. I bit my bottom lip hard as f**k to keep from waking the guests in the adjoining suit in the $2500 per night 5 star hotel in the middle of Midtown Manhattan. He f**ked me vigorously as my perfectly shaped & all natural 38 DD’s hung over the balcony and banged against the glass partition that kept me from literally getting f**ked to death and falling from the 77th floor. Rock leaned over me and pressed his six pack against my sweaty back and whispered in my ear
“This my p***y now; I own this s**t. Repeat the words back to me Kam.”
“This…yo….p***y…Rock….y..y..you …own this s**t.” I stuttered in between strokes.
The sound of me submitting and bending to his will only excited Rock more as he wrapped his large manly hands around my ponytail twice, yanked my head back causing me to bite down on my lip until I tasted blood in my mouth while simultaneously sq**rting on pedestrians 77 floors below.
My thoughts were interrupted by a warming sensation and the sound of water being spilled.
“WHAT THE F**K KAMRY!” I whispered to myself as I noticed the replay of the dream caused me to sq**rt yet again while tasting the blood from biting my lip in real life.
“I gotta get my s**t together.” I thought to myself as I went to get something to clean the couch before Stanley ass came back down stairs.

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12/09/2017

CHAPTER 2
After a long night of paper chasin most of my sister wives on the night shift would either take a shower and get some rest or do a few lines of that white girl in order to stay awake for a double shift. Me on the other hand I never touched drugs or alcohol. I was young but I had been off the porch long enough to know that in this game if you aint keep your head on a swivel then you could easily get it knocked off.
My routine was to come home, take a long hot shower while attempting to scrub off the filth from the previous night’s events. I would then fix myself a bowl of cereal. After eating I would kneel down by my bed and say a silent prayer. I would pray that my mother was okay and doing well. And even though I was still in the same city and roughly only about 20-25 minutes from home I had not seen or spoken to her since the day she sold me to get high almost 2 years ago.
I often cried myself to sleep, not so much because I missed her, but more so because I had never seen any missing child reports on the news, or any posters around the hood with my face on it. S**t; to keep it a hundred she knew exactly who the f**k she sold me to so if she truly gave a s**t she would have came and got me or never did that dope fiend, crab ass s**t in the first place. But I loved and missed her none the less; however I couldn’t go back if I wanted to. I had eyes on me at all times….I was forbidden.
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Today was hair appointments, and mani-pedi day and it was mandatory. Gavin said we should be on point at all times because everybody we ever ran into whether it be male or female was a potential client and payday. Every Saturday morning Gavin would have two luxury sprinter vans pull up to the house and take us over to Maxine’s. Maxine’s was a one stop shop for Hair and Nails. Because there were so many of us she would open at 5am because we would lock the place down for the next 10-12 hours. I was always enamored with the discipline that Gavin had by sitting there all day making sure nobody made a run for it. He would sit there on his phone and laptop all day setting up dates, and lining up tricks, but he still kept one eye on his computer and the other on us. I could go on forever telling you horror stories about hoes that tried to escape. Like the bitch Precious for instance; Hoe tried to make a run for it and got caught at the Greyhound station. To teach her a lesson about running Gavin poured a big ass spaghetti pot of boiling water on her feet. Needless to say she was unable to run or walk again for that matter for a very long time. And after he saw that she was of no use to him financially we never saw her again. Nobody asked any questions, but nobody ever tried to run again either.
After everybody was done getting they s**t tight Gavin loaded us back up in the vans. Gavin and I were the last to get in; he instructed the drivers to head home as he gave out the weeks “Quality Time” Assignments. I guess those were supposed to be our “days off”since we got wined, dined & pampered for the day.
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Although I was the youngest I was the main bread winner so I often got the most time in with Gavin which was kind of cool because for all intent and purposes I was his girl for the day. We went shopping, ate at fancy restaurants, and then ended up back at the house to f**k all night and tonight just happened to be my night.
I had surmised long ago that although I was super illegal that because of the line of work I was in Gavin had no problems bedding me down almost daily, and to be totally honest I loved those days because although it was only for a day I felt like a girlfriend, wife, s**t even a well provided for side bitch, but anything was better than feeling like a hoe.
“Did you enjoy yaself tonight?” Gavin asked leading passed all the jealous eyes into his Master Suite.
“I always enjoy our time together daddy.” I said meaning every word of it.
“Good. You keep bringin in that fetty the way you do and these nights will come a lot more frequent.
“That is something you will never have to worry about. Permission to go into the bathroom?” I asked in my sweetest voice.
“Go ahead but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
“Never that daddy.” I said biting my bottom lip seductively as I left the room.
When I got in the bathroom I ran a nice hot bubble bath in the whirlpool bath that was big enough to hold six people. Once the temperature was just how Gavin liked that I went back into the bedroom to retrieve my man for the evening.
“I got something nice waiting for you in the bathroom.” I said licking my lips.
“I hear that s**t. Then you need to be right behind me.” Gavin said as he dropped his clothes to the floor and headed into the bathroom.
I picked his clothes up, folded then neatly, and placed them on top of the hamper. I then walked took my clothes off and did the same with them, then walked over to the bar and made Gavin a drink. After that I grabbed a cigar out of the humidor, cut it and made my way into the bathroom.
“Here you go daddy.” I said handing him his drink and cigar. I then lit the cigar for him.
“You know what Treasure? To be so young you a bad ass bitch and always down for a n***a. All ya sister wives wanna do is f**k and spend money on they day off; they don’t never take the initiative to do fly s**t like this.” He said sounding genuinely appreciative.
“Well my job is to keep you pleased by any means necessary so whatever I have to do I’m all in.”
“Is that right? Well you can start right now by cleansing my body.” He said as he leaned back, took a pull of his cigar and blew a smoke ring into the air.
Of course I did as I was told and washed every inch of Gavin’s body like he was an exotic showroom car, although there were no lifelike comparisons to his actual physical features. Gavin was ill-bodied, had bad skin, and if his breath was as fresh as he dressed I wouldn’t have s**t to talk about, but I digress.
After thoroughly cleaning Gavin and then myself I exited the whirlpool bath and went to lay Gavin’s silk Gucci pajamas out along with his matching slides. I then mixed him his favorite pre-s*x drink of Cloud 9 and apple juice. Cloud 9 was an aphrodisiac; it was like liquid Vi**ra, mixed with Spanish fly. It stay’s dormant in your system for 48 hours so when you’re ready, it’s ready and Gavin swore by its effectiveness in the bedroom.
Gavin made his way into the bedroom just as naked as the day he was born. He took the drink I made him to the head as he always did, so I wasn’t the least bit surprised that in one swift motion he had knocked the clothes I laid out onto the floor, picked me u and laid me down on his circular California King sized bed. It was like a ritual that he would hover over me and just stare for a few moments. He claimed he had to admire my beauty and take it all in before he continued to take my childhood and convert it into womanhood piece by piece and time after time. In all honestly being with Gavin made me feel like a wife and not property and I’m not sure how at such a young age I was able to even differentiate between the two.
Whenever Gavin entered me I always pretended that he did it with love and affection although I knew that he did it with the total opposite. I pretended he was my warm, loving husband instead of my cold, heartless pe*****le of a pimp. I mentally transformed the mean, vile, disgusting and degrading things he would spew at me during s*x into loving terms of endearment. Needless to say my mind was always somewhere else when Gavin pounded away at my young underdeveloped p***y.
After Gavin was done with me I was sent back to my room; we were never allowed to stay the night in his room under any circumstances. When I got to my room I noticed that the new hoe Jada was going through my personal bag, that as a definite violation and no matter how young I was she was gonna know I aint play that s**t.
“What the f**k are you doin goin through my bag?” I snapped walkin up on her.
“I aint in your bag lil girl. Now take yo ass to bed.” She said still going through my bag.
I eyed the half empty bottle of Corona on the dresser and smashed it over her head and then took the jagged edge and held it to her juggler.
“Now let’s try this again old head. You wanna get the f**k outta my bag?” I said pressing harder against her neck, breaking the skin, and causing blood to trickle down her throat.
“Lil hoe you done made a big mistake. I know you aint got the heart to finish the job, so when I get up from here I’mma ware ya lil ass out like ya mama used to.”
Hearing her mention my mother triggered something in me and I swiped the bottle across her throat. Despite all the blood I must not have done any major damage because the bitch was still talkin s**t.
“Not deep enough little bitch. Now let me show you how it’s done.” She said spitting a razor blade from her mouth.
I was frozen and knew that although I could hold my own that the reality was that I was no match for the larger and more experienced woman.
“I’m about to cut you from your sweet young p***y all the way to your appetite.” She said slowly getting up off the ground.
“You aint gonna do s**t but drop that motherf**kin blade.” Gavin said walking up behind me with his leather Gucci belt in his hand.
“That little hoe sliced my throat.” She said with her voice trembling at the mere sight of Gavin standing there.
“Well unlike you Treasure has been family for quite some time and she aint just gonna pop off without good reason. Now what the f**k happened?
“I caught her going through my s**t.” I snapped.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. We don’t steal from each other around here Jada.” Gavin said shaking his head.
“That little bitch is cold motherf**kin lyin.” Jada Screamed.
“And we don’t lie either.” Gavin said moving me aside as he inched towards Jada.

Before I realized what was happening Gavin had wound the thick leather belt around his fist backwards and started beating Jada mercifully with the buckle part of the belt. Jada’s horrid screams for God, Allah, Jehovah, Buddah, and her 1st grade teacher filled the halls of Gavin’s mansion.
The beating seemed like it went on for days when the clock revealed that it actually only took about 3 minutes; which I imagine seems like an eternity when you getting yo ass beat like a dusty rug.
Gavin continued to beat her until her screams went silent and her body fell limp and motionless.
“C’mon and get you some Treasure.” Gavin said waving me over.
“I think she’s had enough daddy.” I said actually feeling sorry for the old thieving bitch.
“Did I ask you to think or did I give you an order?” He said through clenched teeth.
Afraid of being next up for a thrashing I reluctantly gave Jada a few stomps to the head and a couple kicks to the mid-section until she started to spit up blood.
“Okay, okay. That’s enough champ.” Gavin said holding his arm out to stop me.
Gavin hock spit on Jada for good measure and pulled out his cell phone.
“Bring the car around we got one going to the hospital. As a matter of fact drop this hoe off in a alley across town somewhere.”
“Get dressed and get yo ass on the strip.” Gavin said ignoring Jada’s moans of agony and turning his attention towards me.
“Huh? But this is my night off.”
Before I could put a period at the end of the sentence I was on the floor, bleeding from the mouth from and open handed slap from gavin.
“Hoe I don’t never owe you an explanation but tonight I’mma be nice and give you one. Because of you I am down one bitch. So you gonna get out there and cover what her stankin, thieving ass would have bought in tonight. Now get up, go get cleaned up and do as I said before we be droppin two bi***es off in that motherf**kin alley.” He said with a look that said he meant every word of it.

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