"𝑆𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑇𝘩𝑢𝑔 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝐿𝑢𝑣."
With One Good Ear And A Musical Talent they could rule the world.
A Man with nothing, soon became a man with everything. He was hustler, a thug but Just from a gentle touch of a dove, or a Lionness some might say, changed everything. He had the talent, the looks, the sweet words. He just needed the right Lyoness, and when He found her, he knew he couldn't let her go.
Lucious Lyon, The Hustler, The Thug, A DrugDealer that had the talent, the words, especially the looks, He just didn't have a queen with a good ear by his side. He ran through every bitch in the world but couldn't find her, his one. When he started to go down, and needed someone to ride with, there she was.
Loretha 'Cookie' Lyon, She was a beauty, she had the smarts, and the jewels to get him where he wanted. Her good ear could get him anywhere he wanted. She saw potential in him when everyone else didn't. She rode with him through everything, She was getting that so called thug to where he needed to be. Everyone thought it was for the money, or she just wanted a bad boy, but it was the music. The talent that caught her ears, her eyes. Not just the looks, the sweet words that spewed out of the man's mouth.
Nope, She seen them building an empire together, while everyone else surely disagreed. But, everyone needs a thug right? So, why won't she just give this thug lovin'?
Soon, they'll become everything you seen, but of course, every couple have their downfalls, come see what this couple downfalls are.
Its the lion's, so you know It's a crazy ride, so before you get on. Make sure you ready, cause ya' can't get off when ya' already on it. It's something like what you call an..addiction.
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Published: 6/16/2020
Every girl has 'that' crush. You know what I'm talking about. The one boy who's the first thought on your mind when you wake up, and the last thought before you go to sleep. The one you carefully select your clothes for, don your best makeup, and style your hair perfectly for.
I had 'that' crush. Brock was hot; he was sexy and alpha, with dark smoldering eyes and tattoos that littered his rock-hard body. My poor seventeen-year-old heart had no clue how to handle it, because my badass crush wasn't a boy. He was a man; a nightclub owning married man, who also happened to be my best friend's stepdad.
I wasn't the only one who was crushing on Emma's stepdad. He knew it too, but the best part about Brock was that he looked like a badass, he acted like a badass, but he treated every single teenage girl in his home with the utmost respect.
He had plenty of admirers, but Emma hated anyone who flaunted their shit in front of him. He'd taken her dad's place. He'd moved in not two months after she'd lost him and had tried to 'parent' her. We hated him together; but secretly I adored him.
I spent almost three years in a hoodie, scowling at the hottest man in L.A. The day he left Emma's mom was the happiest and saddest day of my life. If you're going to lose your crush, though, ripping it off like a band-aid is the best way to do it. One day he was there and the next he was gone.
And now, seven years later, I'm about to walk into his nightclub and audition for him. He's not the man I remember. He's sexier, more intense, and has connections that are not exactly as wholesome as I assumed. But that only makes me want him more....