I felt that nigga's hand around my neck before it even got there. Ace had me pinned up against the wall gasping for air. I couldn't breath if i fuckin wanted to. So i scratched and clawed at his face and his arms praying that the nigga would let me go.
"Bitch I should fuckin kill you right now you know that." He barked with spit flying all in my face. He could have at least had the audacity to back the fuck up if his breath was gone be smelling like that. I hated when niggas wanted to talk shit with a mouth full of bad breath. But I had to let him slide tho cuz I felt like I was about to black out.
"Stupid bitch!" He groaned before back handing me. I went flying across the room. I could have sworn I swallowed my tooth. Ace was laughing like a circus act was going on the way I was coughing trying to catch my breath.
He came towards me. "Ava you better be lucky you fine yea." He tisk tisk'd stepping closer. He started to fumble with the buckle of his belt. When I saw the smirk on his face, I already knew what time it was.
When I first met that nigga I knew he was gonna be trouble. Malaysia had told me so. But no, I just had to be a hard headed something and find out for myself.
Meeting Ace for the first time, you couldn't have told me that the nigga wasn't gonna wife me up and have me living in one of them fancy ass houses me and my girls saw on tv. I was working at the strip club just like any normal bitch would trying to pay her way through school. Ace just so happened to be best friends with the nigga, Domino, who owned the club.
Working at Club Pink was something I would have described as life experiencing. I did all kind of shit working in that club. I done had my first threesomes there, ate pussy for the first time there, and even squirted for the first time there. Whatever it took to get the cash, I was down with it. Of course I was skeptical at first, but that's where Ace falls into the picture.
See Ace was this big time drug dealer in Greenwood and that nigga had the streets on lock. He had tons of cash and looks to go with it. I mean that nigga was fine. He stood at about 6 foot something, shit I don't know. The nigga was tall okay! He was chocolate as a mother fucka, just like I like em. His body was built strong like a God and his feet were just as big as his dick. I'm telling ya. Nigga was packing!
I started fuckin with Ace when my school load had started to get a lil heavy and my grandmother had gotten really sick. It was hard as fuck tryna take care of her during the day and go to school then turn around and buss that pussy open at Pink for a bunch of horny niggas. I didn't mind tho. The weed he was supplying me with had me right where I needed to be.
Of course he had came at me and tried to fuck with me before but Domino always told him that his girls were off limits, especially me since I was a different breed as he called it.
But that didn't stop him. Eventually I gave in once he gave me head one drunken night. After that, the nigga had me sold!.. and he hadn't even put the dick on me yet. But I figured hey, if his tongue game was on point, his stroke game had to be water falling.
Me and Ace had been messing around for about 2 months before he got hooked to this sweet nookie of mine and gave me access to everything. And when I say everything. I mean EVERYTHING.
I mean nigga had added me to his black card account and even gave me a set of keys to a brand new candy apple red Beamer for my graduation. Of course my parents were pissed that I was messing with a drug dealer but I didn't care. As soon as they kicked me out I had moved in with Ace. I couldn't wait to finally start a life with him. But that nigga had changed.
A few months back he had hooked up with this nigga named Broomy and started moving coke. But apparently he had gotten addicted to his own shit, cuz he had been snorting lines ever since. Every time I would come home, Ace would be right there sitting in the kitchen at the marble topped island snorting lines and throwing back shots without a care in the world.
I tried to convince myself that the life that he was providing for me was the life I wanted but I'd be lying to myself. I now wanted something different. After the past few months of abuse I had grown tired of being that nigga's punching bag. Sex with him wasn't even the same no more.
I remember the times that I used to crave for Ace, I mean really crave for the nigga. But now all he did was slap me around, tell me to suck his dick, and fuck me like he was about to run out of batteries.
