Forbidden Love

Chapter 1

Growing up as a child I had my life all planned out. As every child I had big dreams of becoming a doctor, lawyer, and even a scientist. My mother instilled in my brother and I that we could do anything that we put our minds too. I was always the golden child, I made good grades, very respectful, earned many scholarships throughout high school, and trust I knew how to get my way with my mom to get me whatever I wanted. My brother on the other hand bought home straight F's and was slinging dope just like he saw all the typical niggas in our hood do. Even though my mom busted her ass to get us whatever we needed and/or wanted , took us to church every Wednesday and Sunday, it didn't show on him at all he was KAMAURI GREENE, and no one could stop him!

Did i tell ya'll my name?? Oh, well my name is Kimora Nicole Greene and I'm the baddest bitch around. Cant nobody tell me nothing that i don't already know. I was raised in the mean streets of Harlem, My mother is Black and Korean while my Father was Black and white.. even though i've never met him, that's just what i was told. Niggas go crazy when they see because I'm sitting on a size D breast , slim waist, tight stomach, wide hips with a phatty! I know that my shit is poppin'! I know that everybody has flaws and all but i have been told that i have zero to none in looks, with my light skin, hazel eyes, long jet black naturally curly hair, and plump lips i can make a nigga drool!

With my beauty and all i still had major problems, I was on the run from my mothers ex boyfriend Will. WIll was a Very dangerous man and he wasn't someone to take lightly. I had to get away out of Harlem, shit New York period! And I had to do it quick!

As I threw on my True Religion Jeans and Marc Jacobs top Iooked in the mirror just to get a good look at myself. "Damn I look good" I thought to myself. I topped my look off with my Mac Makeup to make sure my face was BEAT as always, my Rihanna Mac Lipstick, and my Favorite Chanel Perfume and I headed out the door. I had to go make some money tonight, and don't get my wrong i'm not a prostitute or anything but I only fucked with niggas that had money, if you don't got no bread then you not getting in this pussy simple as that.... Even though I was in the streets I was smart with mine.. I wasn't given no nigga nothing until I had my money first and foremost, I know too many broads that have gave a dud the cookie and then he don't wanna pay. Because I would hate to tell Kemauri that I nigga owe me money and wont pay, he wont ask no questions, just simply get to poppin and droppin niggas, and that's just how it is.

I hopped in my brand new candy apple red Range Rover that Michael had bought me a few weeks ago. Michael was a sweetheart and he defiantly knew how to treat me. He was always taking me to the finest of restaurants, buying my new Hermes bags, shoes, and clothes, and delivering me fresh roses to my doorstep every Wednesday and Saturday but deep inside I knew that he just wasn't my type. First of all he didn't know how to lay it down in the bedroom, Shit! I got tired of always faking orgasms and saying" Yea daddy right there! This is your's all yours!" all the damn time. The only thing that he could do was eat a bitch pussy like no other! I mean he slurps a clit soooo fuckin good that I be sittin on his face with tears in my eyes. Even though he is an older white man, and married he keeps my attention . And im gonna keep seeing him as long as he keeps pampering me!