It Was Always You

B. Love

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 16 mai 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789891
• Langue: English

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Introduction


1. Blood, Sex, and Tears

2. Everybody Ain’t Who They ‘Post’ to Be

3. Let Me Be Me with You

4. I Only Have Eyes for You

5. Ready for War

6. Conflicted Emotions

7. You Bring Me out of Myself

8. To Love and Be Loved

9. Untouchable

10. All in the Name of Love

11. I Got Her Now

12. Let My Baby Go

13. Ain’t No Secrets When It Comes Down to You

14. You Make a Man Feel Like a Man

15. Take What You Want…

16. Seize Every Opportunity

17. Playing with My Emotions

18. It Was All in the Way You Looked at Me


About the Author
Copyright © 2018 by B Love
Published by: Leo Sullivan Presents.
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Introduction

Hey y’all!
So, I was going through my files and found this amazing novel that I penned in 2016. My original plan in that moment was to put the two-part series out under a different pen name – Sunflower – mostly because of the… well… you’ll see when you read the book :)
Anyway! I decided to go ahead and complete the series and put it out under B. Love. Back in the day, I loved writing about love at first sight and fast paced love stories. This urban romance is no different. If “instant” love isn’t your thing, skip over this read and find another B. Love book to indulge in.
As always, thanks for the continued support!
Until next time… which will be really REALLY soon… love, B. Love
P.S. As you read, remember, this story was written two years ago, and in that course of time my writing has changed. Resist the urge to compare this to my other novels. Enjoy the story for what it is and how it’s written.
1

Blood, Sex, and Tears

T he dark club was filled with smoke, sweat, and sex filling the air. What started out as pole dancing classes to tone her naturally slim body had turned into a career as a stripper. Her body wasn’t sculpted with a small waist and large ass. She kept the slim shape she was born with, hence her nickname at the club – Slim. Weighing one hundred and five pounds, Slim made her money because of her sensuality and flexibility. Not to mention her natural sex appeal.
With skin the color of melted toffee, bra strap length jet black natural hair, high cheek bones, copper colored slanted eyes, full pink lips, and a dimple in her chin, Slim could stand in front of a man, stare into his eyes and have him peeling bills from his stack in seconds.
Still waitressing days and stripping nights, Slim was comfortably paying her bills and saving to return to college. Her ultimate goal was to make a career out of screenwriting. Settling for becoming a Creative Writing teacher, Slim had dropped out of school and lost her financial aid. Now, with a balance at the last school she attended, she had to pay for her first year of school out of pocket and pull her GPA up before she could even apply for financial aid again.
With no siblings, parents who died in a car accident when she was fifteen, and an elderly grandmother who didn’t approve of her lifestyle, Slim was all alone to provide for herself, but she promised her grandmother that if her career didn’t pop off by twenty-five she would stop stripping and get a real job. At twenty-four, she had to make something happen soon. The nine to five life was not for her. She would go crazy sitting in an office for hours on end.
Sighing as ‘Make Sum Shake’ came to an end and her theme song for personal requests ‘Dance for You’ began to play, Slim looked herself over in the mirror once more before slowly walking out of the dressing room. This was the fourth time this week that the same creepy man had requested her personally. The money was good so she didn’t complain, but there was something about the way he looked at her that didn’t sit right with her.
Wearing a pair of black pumps and a black lace bra and panty set, Slim walked over to the man who was seated in the corner. His legs spread widely and he smiled as she walked over to him. Sitting his blunt down, he held his arms out for an embrace but she stopped inches away from his fingertips.
“You know the rules… no touching,” Slim mumbled. “Put them hands back,” she commanded. Grinning, he nodded fervently before doing as he was told. Not wanting to face him, Slim turned her back to him and spread her legs. With her back arched and her legs straight, she touched her toes.
Slowly and methodically, she jiggled each of her butt cheeks one by one before clapping them together and dropping before him into a split. Leaning back into his legs, Slim lifted her legs up and into his lap – flipping herself over. Resting her hands on the floor like a handstand, she ground her waist against his. When his hands wrapped around her waist she lifted the top of her body from the floor and tried to remove herself from his grip but he tightened it.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he ordered into her ear, causing her shoulders to relax. His hands lifted her effortlessly and turned her so that she was facing him.
“I thought we agreed? No touching,” Slim reminded him, trying to lighten the mood as she looked into his deranged eyes.
“I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you,” he confessed before pushing her panties to the side and sticking two fingers inside of her. Slim shrieked in discomfort and surprise.
“Shut the fuck up before I kill your ass! You don’t feel this gun in my pocket?” His fingers slid deeper inside of her. Slim’s eyebrows wrinkled as she closed her eyes in fear. In embarrassment. In anger. “Pull my dick out,” he instructed. Her eyes immediately opened, and before she could stop herself, Slim’s eyes made it clear just as crazy she thought he was.
“Please… don’t…” She begged quietly, praying someone would notice what was happening. Even in a room full of people, Slim felt powerless and alone. Her entire body shook against him, but all he did was hold her tighter. Pull her closer. Slim’s heart began to palpitate in her rib cage – almost like a guerilla demanding to be freed.
“Do it before the song goes off, Slim. I ain’t playing with your ass,” he warned, to which Slim’s eyes briefly sealed shut. Three months into her gig, she never would’ve expected a man to violate her in the most disrespectful way, but why didn’t she? No man had shown her much respect because of how she made her money. Why did she expect that to change now?
As her tears finally escaped her eyes, her trembling hands made their way to his pants. Closing her eyes, Slim wrapped her fingers around his zipper as she inhaled deeply. She opened them, looking into his eyes, hoping he would have some compassion, but that’s when she saw him out of the corner of her eye.
What was he doing here?
The musician at her church, Nehemiah, pulled a .45 from his waist and aimed it at his head. With no warning, he pulled the trigger. Slim fell back in fear and disgust as brain matter and blood sprayed her. Vomit escaped her mouth as screams erupted in the club. People were running in every direction as Nehemiah grabbed her and calmly headed for the exit.
As he carried her to his car she said nothing. Just stared