"Let me show you how to love yourself the way that I love you baby."
What happens when the girl that deems herself invisible is finally seen by someone she thought would never look her way? Will he teach her how to love not only herself but him as w...
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Dominic
A week later
This has been a stressful ass week for me. It seems as if everything that can go wrong has. On the personal front Candice has been getting on my last fucking nerve! I was supposed to spend some time with her this past weekend, but I honestly haven't been in the mood to deal with anyone the last few days.
I have no clue why my mood has been off. It's like I feel like something is missing, but I can't figure out what it is. Needless to say I cancelled on her, and haven't heard the end of it since.
She has been blowing my phone up with calls, angry texts, and nasty voicemails telling me I ain't shit. Well if I ain't shit stop fucking me and taking my money when you want to go shopping. She really thinks that we are a couple, and I know that part of her thinking this way is my fault.
I know that I'm not looking for anything serious with her, but I constantly entertain her knowing she wants more from me. I think I'm honestly just keeping her around for female companionship at this point. I'm ready to settle down and really give my all to someone, but I don't think that someone is Candice.
I know when she looks at me all she sees is dollar signs and the power my name and being my girl carries. I want more than that. Candice has never tried to get to know the real me. Hell I doubt she even knows my full name. I'm looking for someone who will love me for who I really am. I'm not tryna do this drug shit the rest of my life, but it's like everyone around me has become addicted to the fast money.
I don't really have anyone in my corner pushing me to pursue my dreams. Hell I really haven't told anyone about my dreams. It's like I'm just looking for someone to see me. Not the Dominic that's known for having a drug empire or who's name alone puts fear into people. I need someone to see me for me.
Anyway on the business side of things I'm on my way to my warehouse right now, because I just got a call from Kevin that one of these niggas has not only been informing my competition of my moves, but he has also been coming up short on his profit at the end of each week.
See Kevin and Kasim are over this type of shit. I don't handle the small day to day task like collecting profits and passing out product. That's all on the two of them. But I see I might have to step back in because these niggas been to fucking lenient, and I don't play about my money nor my business.
As soon as mfs see you slipping they think that's their time to step in and try to takeover shit. I'll be damned if somebody think they will ever punk me. I finally arrive to the warehouse and park my car under the hooded area beside the entrance doors. I step out of my car and lock it while making my way to the door.
Play song in mm now 🎶
I am instantly greeted by my doorman and head of security Pat. He greets me before letting me through telling me where everyone is. I make my way to the center of the warehouse where my entire team is standing. While this rat ass nigga is tied up to a chair with rope, and his hands and feet are tied with zip ties. His mouth is also taped because I can hear his muffled screams as Kasim sends blow after blow to his face.
