All For A Reason #Wattys2015

11.Cold-Hearted

Hello guys.

I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. 

Dedication?: lulubunny15. Her story "Wanted" is good. I never read anything like it. And I'm happy I did. 

Song of the Chapter?: Any song that you can think of that deals with a girl who is a thot and is a cold-hearted thot and wants money and revenge. 

Off to the chapterrr.....

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????'s P.O.V. 

She thought she can get over me like that. She thought she was all cool now because she was getting a career. Because she had a boyfriend. She thought she was the shit. 

I hate her. Why the fuck would anyone want to be with her? Stupid ass nigga probably don't know nothing about her. She's a whore. But who would expect anyone like that to be one?

So talented...So creative...So beautiful...

Beautiful my ass! Everyone knows that I'm the hottest bitch in that school. Everyone knows that I'm the shit. Not that whore. 

It was freezing that night. But if I wanted my plan to go as I want to, I had to do things I didn't want. 

Her secret had to come out. Well the secret I'm about to make up.

I finally made it to his front door. I started to bang on it. 

????: Open up the damn door Michael!

No response.

I rang the doorbell, and continued to bang on it.

????: Michael, I will break down this fucking door! We got things to talk about!

He finally opened up. He was shirtless. Damn, he was sexy. So freaking delicious.

Michael: What the hell do you want?

????: Oh please. You know you still want me. Now you gonna invite me in? I got something to show you.

He opened the door, letting me in. No wonder why he had no shirt on. It felt like summer in his house. I took off my coat, showing my tight black lace shirt, with my black and white leggings. I saw the way he admired my body, which would make my plan go more smoothly than ever. 

Michael: Tasha, what do you want?

Tasha: I need your help, Michael. 

I took his hand, led him to his couch, and sat him down. I sat on top of him, immediately feeling a bulge come from his basketball shorts. I smiled a cocky smile, knowing how easy this was going to be.

Michael: With what?

Tasha: I know how much you want Leandra back. I saw the way you were looking at her Winter Concert. And I think I know the way you can get her.

Michael: And why would you want to help me do that?

I started to run my fingers through his hair. My left hand going further and further down. 

Tasha: Well because baby. You get Leandra. And I get my ex back.

Michael: That boy...Ray Ray...was your ex?

Tasha: Yeah. So you're down? I get what was originally mine. And you get your LeeLee back.

My hand was now on his pelvis area. I felt him getting harder and harder. Just how I wanted him. Did I really want Ray back? Hell no. I don't care for his bitch ass self anymore. Is Michael really gonna get Leandra back? Nope. He's just the right person I need for my plan. And his "in-love" self would do anything for that bitch.

What I really want is for Leandra to live a life of hell.

No one gets off the hook from hurting me. 

I always win. 

Michael: What are you gonna do?

Tasha: Just let me do me, and I'll tell you what to do. 

I smashed my lips on him, grabbing his little friend too. He let out a moan. I smiled. I started to kiss him, adding tongue. I went down to his neck, hitting his weak spot, and started to bite it.

Michael: Damn, Tasha....You know how to work it...

Tasha: I know baby. Just do what I tell you, okay?

He nodded his head, not being able to speak. 

I kissed him one last time before getting off of him. 

Tasha: But you gotta pay me first.

Michael: (Stank face.) The fuck you mean pay you! It's your plan. Why do you need money?

Tasha: Listen, for what I'm gonna do, I need money. I need to hire some professionals to do the dirty work,

Michael: And where do I come into this?

Tasha: Listen. I'll tell you tomorrow. The plan is still coming up. All I need is $2,000.

Michael: What the fuck?!

Tasha: Nigga, I know you got the money. Just give it to me, and I'll finish what I started...

I went on top of him, leaving marks on his neck. We switched around, so I was on the bottom, and he was on the top. 

Michael: So you wanna play, huh?

Tasha: Whatever you want baby.

Michael: So let's play.

He started to kiss all over my body, which felt so good. It felt good messing with this boy. He was so easy to manipulate. So easy to mess with. Do I have feelings for him?

Nope. Fuck everybody. I do what I have to do, to get what I want. Been like that ever since I was a little girl. 

He started to take off my shirt, showing the cheetah print Victoria Secret bra. He went from neck all the way to my stomach, leaving marks all over. I started to moan silently. He started to pull down on my leggings...but not today.

Tasha: Not today babe. Not today. 

Michael: Why you always gotta do that to me?

Tasha: (Kisses him.) I promise next time. 

I put back on my shirt, and just smiled at him. Will next time ever happen? Definitely. The way I'm thinking I already know how my plan is going to go.

I can use this boy to my advantage so much. If I can get Michael to seduce Leandra in a room by themselves, I can get one of my boys to take pictures. Then I show the pictures to Ray, get them to break-up, get Ray with me in a room and have him all to myself...

For only one night of course.

Wait...better yet. I won't show the pictures to Ray...I'll just tell him.

I know someone way better to show the pictures to.

I'll get my revenge. 

Cause revenge is always sweet.

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Alright, so Tasha is like the biggest slore ever. Like...c'mon. Does she not think she won't get punched the hell out of again?

Who do you guys think Tasha's gonna show the pictures too?

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