From the Pole to the Palace 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 14 septembre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648540066
• Langue: English

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© 2016
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
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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. Seth Roberts

2. Dreka Hendrix

3. Jameeka Roberts

4. Seth Roberts

5. Dreka Hendrix

6. Levi Sanders

7. Dreka Hendrix

8. Seth Roberts

9. Dreka Hendrix

10. Jameeka Roberts

11. Seth Roberts

12. Dreka Hendrix

13. Jameeka Roberts

14. Dreka Hendrix

15. Seth Roberts

16. Levi Sanders

17. Dreka Hendrix

18. Jameeka Roberts

19. Levi Sanders
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1

Seth Roberts

I t had been a whole week since a nigga had to put a fuckin’ gun to Jameeka’s head to get her to sign the divorce papers. I’m still in shock that after years of us being together, it finally had to come down to that. It’s crazy because I wasn’t the type of nigga who would pull my gun out just to prove a point. Anybody who knows me, knows that whenever this gun is brought out, motha fuckin lives are going to end! At the end of the day, it was no purpose in me killing Jameeka because she pretty much killed herself when she felt the need to steal from me and trick my money off on another lame ass nigga. Like Dreka said, Jameeka had to be the dumbest bitch in the world to cheat on a nigga like me. I treated her ass well, and she never had to work a day in her life, yet she felt the need to fuck that up.
In Jameeka’s crazy ass mind, she believes that the real reason I want a divorce is because of Dreka, but I swear on my life that wasn’t the case at all. If Jameeka would have cheated or anything else like that, it would have taken me some time to forgive her, but I know for a fact that I probably wouldn’t have divorced her over it because I wasn’t a saint our whole marriage. See, the thing is, she didn’t just cheat, but she took hard earned money that I made, and gave it to another nigga. Because of that, it just wasn’t any coming back from it.
Right now, I was on my way to Dreka’s apartment because I haven’t heard from her since the day she beat Jameeka’s ass in my office and I told her to wait for me by my car. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Dreka was feeling some type of way about me being left alone in the office with Jameeka, but if only she knew what I was in there doing. I was in there getting shit right so that I could focus on building a relationship with Dreka, but her ass wouldn’t even give a nigga a chance to explain that to her. She wasn’t taking any of my calls, texts, and she wasn’t even bringing her ass in to work.
I had never in my life chased after no bitch, but it was something about Dreka that always had me doing the unexpected. I really didn’t want to just pop up at her house like this because I knew how overprotective she was of her daughter and that she didn’t want me to meet her yet. But she literally left me no choice. Stepping out of my car, I was dressed in my signature Giorgio Armani, which was brown, and the dress shirt that I had underneath was tan, with a brown tie. Since opening up my club, I’ve taken a liking for dress shoes. My favorite brand right now was Christian Louboutin, so on my feet were a pair of brownish dress shoes with the signature red color underneath. Who would have ever thought that a nigga like me would give up my jeans and boots for a suit and tie?
When I made it up to Dreka’s door, I knocked on it and waited for her to answer. Immediately, my guard went up because it was taking her too long to open the door, and I could hear moving around from inside the apartment. I swear to God, if she had a nigga up in her apartment, her and I were about to have some fucking problems! Even though Dreka and I didn’t necessarily put a title on what we were doing, she knew what the fuck was up, and she knew that I already called claims on the pussy. I stood there with this mean ass mug on my face, and then a few seconds later, the door swung open.
Dreka stood her fine ass in front of me in a black silk robe that stopped at the middle of her thighs. The front part was kind of open, so I had a clear view of her pretty titties that sat up in the red bra that she was wearing. On her feet were a pair of house shoes, and her red hair was parted down the middle with some long ass crimp curls that looked good as hell on her. Judging from how calm her face was and her blood shot red eyes, I could tell that she was high.
“What you want, Seth?” she asked me, folding her arms across her chest.
I could tell from the way she looked that her ass was up to something, so I pushed her little ass out the way and headed for the back. I had no idea where her room was, but I damn sure was about to find it. I literally just walked to where the weed smell was coming from and then I found her room, which was in the back. When I walked inside, she had her friend Coco from the club sitting up in the bed Indian style in only a thong.
I ain’t going to lie, Coco was a bad ass bitch, and I loved this purple hair color that she had in right now. She was one of those females who switched hair colors damn near every week. Since her skin was so light, any color she wore, the shit fit her to a T. I was trying not to look because I didn’t want Dreka to come behind me and start talking shit, but I was in a daze looking at all the tattoos on her back, and this bitch was thick as fuck too. Even with all of that thickness and fineness, she still couldn’t hold a candle to Dreka. I don’t care what nobody said, Dreka was the finest woman to ever grace this damn planet.
“Seth, move!” Dreka said, trying to kick me out of the room and cover my eyes so that I couldn’t get a glimpse of her friend naked. But, shit, I saw the bitch naked damn near every night because of her dancing at the club.
“Chill, Dreka! Fuck was y’all in here doing, and why you ain’t been answering your phone?” I asked her.
“We not doing anything, and I haven’t been answering my phone for you because I’m not about to continue to fuck around with a married ass man! Fuck you made me leave your office for that day? Huh? So you can stay back and nurse that bitch from the ass whopping that I put on her shit talking ass? It’s very obvious that you still have feelings for her, so you can take your ass back over there!” she barked at me and tried to walk away, but I grabbed her little ass up and backed her into the wall.
I had a tight grip around her waist as I stood there staring deep into her eyes. I saw all the love that she had in them for me, but I could also tell that she was hurt behind my actions.
“I done told you to watch your fuckin’ mouth when you talking to me because I’m not one of your little friends, Dreka! I will knock your little ass out! Wasn’t nobody in there nursing no bitch. Only thing I did was make sure that she signed them divorce papers! You got a nigga standing right in front of you, trying to build some shit with you, but you pushing me away, man!” I told her.
She looked up at me with those big eyes, but she still said nothing, with her stubborn ass. The whole time we stood there staring each other down, Coco sat on the bed, continuing to get high. I usually was a private nigga and didn’t like a lot of motha fuckas all in my business and shit, but I could tell that Coco and Dreka were very close, so her ass would have found out anyway.
“Your daughter in the house?” I asked her.
She shook her head. I should have known because I doubt her ass would have her crib smelling like weed city while she had her daughter there.
“What y’all was in here doing? I thought after I gave you some dick that you wouldn’t go back to the other side?” I asked, referring to her being on her fake gay shit.
Dreka already knew what time it was because I had been telling her since day one that she wasn’t a real lesbian. I basically proved my point to her when she let me put this dick into her life.
“We wasn’t doing nothing! Just in here smoking. Whatever it was that we were about to do, you interrupted us from doing it!” she shot back at me nastily, while rolling her eyes hard in the process.
I looked down at her and chuckled, running my fingers through my goatee. She had no idea how sexy her ass looked when she called herself catching an attitude with a nigga.
“Go ahead and do what y’all were about to do. I want to watch,” I said, stepping away from her.
I took off my suit jacket, hung it up over the bedroom door, and took a seat in the chair that Dreka had in the corner of the room. The whole time I did that, she stood over by the wall where I had left her. I could tell from the look on her face t