Honey Ortiz was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Stuck up doesn't even describe her. Always getting what she wants. No isn't in her vocabulary. 23 year old Qasim has always been a product of the street- matter of fact he is the streets! Born and bred in the slums of Ohio- the hustle is all he knows. Having a crack addicted mother he never knew love. Only love he ever knew was his baby mother. But she turned out to be a conniving hoe. The best thing he gained out of that was his 7 year old daughter Trinity. He promised to show her everything he never had. Love, affection, and a structured home. Neither of them were looking for love, but sometimes love can be looking for us. What happens when he crosses paths with bougie ass Honey? He's ill tempered, and she's spoiled as fuck. Could this be a disaster- or an everlasting love? It takes a real nigga to humble a bougie bitch.

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ________________ "And you need to stop calling me 'shawty', I'm not your girl so stop pushing the issue, I don't want to be just another name in your little black book." I said sounding more appalled than I could ever really be. He started walking closer to me and before I knew it, he had my back against the wall and my left leg wrapped around his waist. The look that he gave made him look so powerful that I couldn't help but be intimidated and turned on at the same time. "Look mami I don't think you really hearin' me so let me break this shit down to you real brief. Imma be around for the time bein' whether you want to be or not, I'm not goin' no where. Just let me have one chance." "Prove it." ________________