Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

Jade Caswell

"Oh honey, it's okay." Lauren soothed and placed a bag of ice on my bruised cheek. I was laying in her lap as she tried her best to comfort me.  

"Don't worry about it Jade, you can stay with us as long as you need to. You know my mom loves you like you're her daughter. Don't worry babe." I was so glad I had someone like Lauren in my life, or else I'd be in the mental institution for the rest of my life.  

"Thanks so much, I just can't believe he slapped me!" I exclaimed and sat up so I could look at the forming bruise. It covered most of the right side of my face. Ohh, how was I gonna hide this?! 

"Hey listen, I know what'll make you feel better. My friend's having a little get-together tonight, how about we get drunk off of our asses, rent a hotel room, and just hideaway for the whole weekend." Lauren suggested. Right now I didn't care what I did, I just needed to get my mind off of what happened earlier.

An hour later Lauren and I pulled up to a large mansion. Her friend from the club that she danced with and she had been texting, and he invited us to his party. Apparently it was his friends' birthday, and they wanted to turn up.  

"So are you and this guy talking?" I questioned as we walked up towards the house. This was really nice, he lived in a gated community and everything. "I don't know what we're doing. We've been calling each other and talking since that night at the club. That was about a week ago. I like him though, I know that for a fact. What about you and Tyga?" Just hearing his name made me want to scream. Fuck him, he could suck a dick. He was so rude to me for no reason! He wanted to act like he knew me and started assuming shit that everyone had already told me.

He didn't know me! He didn't know anything about me, and the fact that he cussed at me like I was a random hoe pissed me off! If I saw this nigga I wouldn't let him pass by without telling him how I felt.

Lauren and I walked into the large beautiful mansion and immediately started searching for her friend/boo thang Chris. He was standing on a table with a bottle of berry Ciroc taking it straight to the head.  

"I'm gonna tell him we're here. Stay here or get us a drink. I'll call you if I can't find you." Lauren said and went to collect her drunk boyfriend from the table.

I wanted to get drunk, and Lauren told me she wouldn't drink so that she would be the designated driver tonight. I walked through the large crowds of people dancing, drinking, smoking, and bystanders watching and throwing dollars as strippers twerked, grinded, and did things I didn't know how to explain. I threw a random dollar bill from my purse as a stripper put her leg all the way to the top of her head, and let it go all the way to the floor in a middle split, all while making her ass cheeks bounce. Now that was some real talent.

There were bottles all lined up on counters and empty red Solo cups just waiting in the kitchen. I poured some berry Ciroc and club soda into a cup and then put some orange juice with a touch of margarita mix into another cup for Lauren. As I went searching for her I took large sips of the drink. I wanted to feel a nice buzz tonight.

Just as I went to take another sip I felt someone's hard body connect with mine, and liquid spill all over my shirt.  

"Are you fucking kidding me?! Look at my sweater!" I cried and pulled the Nike sweatshirt to inspect the damage. Ugh, I felt so sticky and nasty. I looked at the stupid asshole who I was about to cuss out, and he was a drunk hot mess.  

"Watch where the fuck you're going dumbass! Look at you, you're so drunk and sloppy. Get the fuck outta my way!" I yelled and pushed past the drunk laughing idiot. What was funny? Nothing.

I threw the cups away and headed into the nearest bathroom to dry off what I could of my sweater.  

"This is fucking bullshit. Drunk ass guys." I mumbled and pulled off the wet sweatshirt. I was so pissed off. The cool air in the bathroom sent chills down my spine and body. I was only wearing a bra, shorts, thigh high socks, and my Jeffery Campbell's, and the cold air is killing me.

"Ugh, this shit is not coming out." I groaned and continued to lather soap and water over the alcohol soaked areas.

Just as I was about to give up and dry off the sweatshirt, and put it back on the bathroom door burst open.  

"Ahh! Get out!" I cried and held the sweater in front of my chest.  

"Oh damn, look who we have here. What's up little baby?" Tyga laughed and stepped into the large bathroom.  

"Get out! I'm using the bathroom." Instead of getting out he started laughing and stepped further into the room. I didn't need this, not tonight.  

"What're you doing? Isn't it past your bedtime ma?" I was so tired, and fed the fuck up. I wanted to get drunk, and ended up getting my drink thrown all over me. I stood up to my father and got the shit slapped out of me. Now I had to deal with this guy? Hell no.  

"You know what Tiger, or whatever your name is; fuck you. I'm not a little girl, or a baby. I'm a grown ass woman who's not gonna be disrespected by a little nigga like you. Tonight is not the night to fuck with me, so get out of my way, and leave me alone." I snarled and pulled the wet sweater on to my body and tried to get out of the suddenly small bathroom.  

"Yo ma, I was just playing. Do you need a shirt or something? My homeboy Chris has an extra one." I didn't even answer, I just nodded and followed Tyga out of the bathroom and into his friends' bedroom.

Tyga tossed me a neatly folded black t-shirt with the logo 'Last Kings' on it. I gladly took the shirt and threw it on my exposed body.  

"Thanks Tyga." I mumbled and walked past Tyga and out of the large master bedroom.

I didn't even notice he was following me until I felt him grab my hand and pull me into his body.  

"Call me Michael." 

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"Mhmm, Michael." He pushed me onto the bed and connected his lips with my neck. I had no idea how we got to this point. We were talking one second, and the next he was groping me, and I didn't want him to stop.  

"You like that ma?" He groaned and grabbed on my thighs and backside. This was definitely taking my mind off of everything that went down today. I needed this.  

"Mhmm." I responded and lifted my head up so he could kiss me. His lips were so soft and pouty, and so kissable. Michael's hands reached up and caressed my cheek bones.

His soft fingers glided over the same place my father's hand had touched. I winced and pulled away from his touch. Michael immediately noticed because he stopped kissing me and stared down at me.  

"What's wrong ma? Why you crying?" He questioned and lifted his body off of mine.  

"It's nothing, keep on going. I'm fine." I tried to kiss Michael again, but he shut me down.  

"Nah, fuck that. Tell me what's wrong. Now." There he went with that intimidation again. I found myself spilling out words without thinking.  

"My dad, he slapped me because I told him I didn't want to go to college. He tries to control my whole life, and I finally stood up to him, and he hit me." I cried. I didn't even have to look at Michael to see how infuriated he was.  

"The fuck is he hitting you for? Where you live?" He growled and stood up from the bed. I didn't even know whose room we were in.  

"Don't do anything, he isn't worth it. Please." I cried and tried to pull him back to the bed, and to me.  

"Aight. You tell me if he ever puts his hand on you again, aight ma? I got you."