Honey Brown II

Chapter 1

I hadn't spoken to her since we broke up, which was roughly seven months ago. And for the last two of those seven months, I had been sitting outside of her house, observing her activity.

Every now and then, I would see her new girlfriend entering and leaving. I must admit, the first time that I saw them together, it took everything in me not to whoop that bitch's ass.

But once I calmed myself and my initial irritation began to fade, a more appropriate course of action started to formulate: learn everything there is to know about this new mystery woman and destroy their relationship from the inside out.

My name is Racheal, and not too long ago, I began to miss my ex-girlfriend Kenny.

At the time of our break up, I thought it was a mutual separation. That it was what was best for the both of us. But as the months wore on, I realized that I was trying to fill the void she left behind with the few women I encountered. It was fun, but they weren't her, and I grew tired of them rather quickly.

So, I decided to swallow my pride and persuade her to give us another shot.

That was the first time I saw them together.

I originally thought it was some sort of fling and that I had nothing to worry about. Then I saw the way Kenny looked at her, and my stomach dropped. She never looked at me that way. In the four years that we were together, she'd never shown me that level of love.

And it pissed me the fuck off. 

The first step in my plan wouldn't be too difficult since my profession consists of gathering intelligence for the government.

I followed her new girlfriend one morning, which lead me to a bakery called Piece of Cake II. After a Google search of the business, I learned her name: Olivia Taylor.

Just a few quick follow-up searches, and I would have everything that I needed to get started.

Unfortunately, Olivia Grace Taylor was as boring as watching someone else watching paint dry. I easily located her social media pages, and took the time to get a good look at her. If I had to be honest, she was pretty.

She had beautiful, curly hair and her complexion was flawless. She had full lips, a cute nose, and expressive, deep brown eyes. She was thick in all the right places, which didn't surprise me since Kenny had a type. This did nothing but increase my hatred for her.

Don't get me wrong though, I am in no way insecure.

I stand at about 5'9", with long, thick, deep burgundy hair, hazel eyes that lean more towards green, and a figure that turns the heads of men and women alike.

As I said, far from insecure.

From what I could gather, she seemed likable and genuine. It would be difficult to defame her character, but I never back down from a challenge. She had a squeaky-clean record, which provided me with a blank slate to accomplish the second half of my plan.

Olivia needed to learn that Kenny belonged to me, and that she was in no way competition.

If that meant that she had to suffer, then so be it.

Happy 2018!

More drama to come 😉