Loving You Without Limits

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 14 mars 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789754
• Langue: English

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Loving You Without Limits


Diamond Johnson
© 2017
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com

All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
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1. Rodney Wiggins

2. Troy Washington

3. Rodney Wiggins

4. Troy Washington

5. Rodney Wiggins

6. Eva Vasquez

7. Maurice Boyd

8. Rodney Wiggins

9. Troy Washington

10. Rodney Wiggins

11. Eva Vasquez

12. Abdulla “Get’Em” McCoy

13. Rodney Wiggins

14. Eva Vasquez

15. Rodney Wiggins

16. Deqavious Cruz

17. Eva Vasquez

18. Rodney Wiggins

19. Deqavious Cruz

20. Rodney Wiggins


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1

Rodney Wiggins

T en years ago
The year 2007
“You still haven’t decided which school you’re going to, man?” my best friend, Deqavious asked as he and I walked out of the locker room together.
It seemed that for the past month or so, that’s what everyone around me has been inquiring about. I could be at the grocery store getting snacks for my room, and a complete stranger would walk up and ask me which school I was going to pick to attend college. For those of you who may be a little confused on why just about every person in Miami was inquiring about my desired school, it’s because I’m Rodney Wiggins.
My name rang bells in just about every part of the world due to my phenomenal skills on the football field. People were comparing my skills to some of the greatest who ever played, such as Jim Brown, Lawrence Taylor, and Joe Montana. To me, it was an honor for my name to even be in the same sentence as those legends because those were players that I had hung up on my wall, hoping to one day be on the same level as them.
I felt like the people of Miami were depending on me, which was why everyone was down my back so hard, wanting to know my school of choice. Signing day was a few weeks away, and truth be told, I felt like I wouldn’t have my mind made up until maybe seconds before the reporter asked me which school I was going to go with. I had schools like Ohio State University, Duke, Notre Dame, and just about every other university in Miami damn near on their knees, begging me to come to their school and play football. Coaches were flying down to Miami, taking my black ass out to eat, and trying to persuade me in any way they could so that I would choose their school.
One Coach even took me down to the Chevrolet lot and told me that I could pick out any Corvette on the lot. I had to admit, that almost won me over because a year ago, I’d said in an interview that a Corvette was my dream car. So, let’s just say that nigga knew what he was doing. I couldn’t be bought, though, so I turned that option down, even though it was damn near the hardest decision in my life.
All of this was new to me because, for the past eighteen years of my life, no one had ever given me shit. This feeling of someone wanting me as if their life depended on it, I’d never had that before. Hell, my own fuckin’ parents didn’t want me. Other children’s parents raised me. From the time I slipped out of my mother’s pussy, I was put in the system. I grew up living in foster homes, and if I ever got adopted, something always happened with my adopted parents that would cause me to be put back in foster care. Either I was getting my ass beat for no reason at all, the living arrangements weren’t up to par for the government, I was being deprived of food, and something that I don’t like to talk about, being sexually assaulted by my foster mom.
You’d be surprised that people don’t do anything anymore out of the goodness of their hearts. Every household that took me in, I felt that they were doing it for the money because they treated me like shit. They made sure to let me know that I was just a piece of shit that my parents had left in an alley, and that I was never going to be shit.
I had been told shit like that since I was about five years old, and everyone knows that all the things that you take in, you will eventually believe that shit. For years, I thought that I wasn’t shit. It wasn’t until a ball got in my hands that I started thinking differently.
At a football game, when fans were screaming my name in the stands like their life depended on it is when my mindset changed. When people were in the stands with my jersey number on, is when I started to feel a shift in my thinking. When little boys walked up to me and told me that they wanted to be like me when they grew up is when I realized that I actually meant something to somebody. I was actually somebody, and all the shit that my foster parents would tell me over the years wasn’t true.
“Not yet, man. Everybody all in my ear, telling me which school I should pick, but this is a decision where I have to just go with my heart. I can’t take advice from you, the fans, my girl, or no one else. I have to do shit that’s going to make me happy,” I voiced to him, and he nodded his head.
“How Tory feel about all of this? Y’all got a baby on the way, and most of the schools that want you are out of state,” Deqavious said, and I ran my hand over my face like I had been doing about the entire situation.
Troy was my girlfriend of many years. Easily one of the most attractive women that I’ve ever laid eyes on. I loved her because she tells me all the time that she loves me, and I never really had that before. Troy was the first person in my life to ever confess her love to me, so I felt like I had to love her. I mean, I thought I loved her. Because I was never really shown love, I guess it was a little hard to tell if I loved her or not.
If someone started shooting right now and Troy was standing on my side, then I would push her down and shield her with my body, so that she wouldn’t get shot. So, I guess that was love. Seven months ago, Troy came down to the foster home, and she told me that she was pregnant. I remember feeling so many different emotions that afternoon, but the biggest one that I felt was anger, and it was more so at myself because I felt that I should have been more careful.
Troy and I were two in love, horny ass teenagers, which meant that we couldn’t always make it to a bedroom, and I didn’t always walk around with condoms on me. Troy had a car, so there were times when we would get it in inside her car, and those were usually the times that we would have unprotected sex. Often times, I would pull out a little too late because Troy had good pussy. Plus, she made the shit so hard to pull out, especially when she was riding my dick like I was paying her for her services.
Although there were times that I slipped up and forgot to pull out, I was never really worried about it because Troy had been on birth control for the past year, so I felt that was all the protection I really needed. Who would have ever thought that that fuckin’ pill was all a fluke because it didn’t take long for Troy to get pregnant.
Although I was pissed at myself for letting something like this happen, especially when I had so much about to go on with my life, I knew that I needed to man the fuck up and do what I needed to do for my child. It’s crazy because although I played football, that was just a sport that was paying me yet. It wasn’t like I had a job, and truth is, I was in no position to get one because school and football were my life, and I didn’t have time for anything else. I was stressing over it in the beginning, but with all the shit that I’d been through in my life that I was able to overcome, I knew that I could get through this too.
“Troy not really stressing me about which schools I should pick. She just wants to make sure that whatever school I pick, it’s going to make me happy and give me all the play time that I need and not keep my ass on the bench. She is promising me that her and the baby are going to be straight, so I don’t have to worry about feeling as though I’m leaving them behind if I decide to pick a school that’s thousands of miles away,” I assured Deqavious.
He didn’t respond, he just nodded his head. Deqavious was my boy ever since elementary school. He and I had two different living situations, though. His mother had raised him and his little sister, Dedra. Although he grew up without his pops, I felt like he still had it made when it came to life. His mother was a doctor, so that put Deqavious in a situation where he was often spoiled