Love and Lies

Chapter 1 Nyrie

Understanding my past experiences with stealing, I knew better than to walk into the store and take something that I had no money to buy.. But I was so hungry and all i had was a growling stomach with empty pockets. So instead I pulled out the iPhone that i had just taken from a woman sitting next to me on the train earlier that day and called Hakeem for a "fix". After 3 rings he answered with a groggy voice. "Hello". "Baby this nyrie. I miss you" the phone was quiet so I know he was trying to figure out if he should believe me this time, because I stayed running out on him. But he was weak for me for some reason. I was 24 years old. Young and beautiful and I had him wrapped around my little finger. I don't know if it was my soft brown skin or my pretty hazel eyes or the way I put it on him when we first met, but from the moment he saw me he couldn't get enough of me and I took advantage of that every chance I got. I had a tendency of only calling him when I needed something. I would spend the night with him and while he was sleeping I would clean out his pants pockets and bounce.

"Where are you Nyrie," he asked

I grinned because I know he was thinking with his heart and not his head.

"I'm on the corner of Washington and 8th, hurry up daddy, I miss you" all I heard was the dial tone. I didn't care that he didn't respond . All that mattered was that he was coming to get me.

I sat on the bench outside of the store and tapped my foot on the ground, trying to make sense of the past forty eight hours in my life. I went from eight hundred thousand dollars to nothing in two days and I wanted answers. My thoughts were intercepted by Hakeem's horn. I stood up, rearranged my shirt and walked towards his car. I hated him. He was so weak for always letting me run over him but yet he was so fine and I was very attracted to him, He was tall, handsome and his little curly Mohawk always turned me on when I saw him. He had a certain aura about him that made me want more. Sometimes I think I persuaded myself to think that he was weak because deep down inside I knew he was a good man. But it didn't matter. I always told myself to never fall in love. My motto was played or be played, so I was going to play him until I got tired.

"Hey baby," I said, trying to sound seductive. I could tell that my little act wasn't going to work this time so I tugged on his pants, wrapping my soft wet lips around his manhood. He moaned slightly I started going faster, swallowing him whole. He came and i licked up every drop. I knew how to soften him up when he called hisself trying to dictate how things we're going to go in this relationship. It worked Every time and it would continue to work. .

I sat back in my seat observing my surroundings. "New car" I thought . I could tell by the smell of the new leather that he hadn't had it that long, and the sight of the tan seats was making me horny all over again.

"Nice ride baby "

He looked over at me and smiled

"I'm glad you like it, I bought it last week"

Something changed about him. I just couldn't put my finger on it yet. But I did know this Porsche was out of his league. He was a local baller. Not big time. He had Bmw money Or so I thought.