She Thugged Him

She Thugged Him

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Monay, didn't care about no nigga, they all stared and broke they necks every time they were in her presence, she couldn't even pump gas without out a nigga on her heels. She had the attention of any man.. her man, her man, and hers! She was raised by a queen, her momma taught her that every man wanted "SOMETHING" !! She lived by that, falling in love was NOT a option for her, every nigga she came into contact with always fell under her spell and she ALWAYS left them right where they stood, she had one that paid her rent and her phone bill each month, she had another who fixed her credit, and got her in her 5 bedroom house she living in now, she had somebody granddaddy food stamp card and his Social Security Check! Monay was given her name from her mother Moneice, Moneice also had a love for finessing, she finessed so much she named her daughter the closest name she could get to "Money" .. Monay "Chanel" Lawrence was not to be fucked with!
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Stacy playfully rolled her eyes and noticed her Gucci flops that she wanted to keep for herself. Faith lifted her leg straight into the air and wiggled her ankles. "You like?" "Yeah, those are cute. How can you afford those?" Stacy asked intriguingly. A girl close to her age wearing Gucci and other expensive designers on her wrists, definitely fascinated her and she wanted to know how she could make money like that. Faith smirked. "I gets money." "You sell crack don't you?" Faith cracked up laughing. "Noooo." "You a business owner or something?" Faith hesitated, "I-In a way yes. You could say that." Stacy was puzzled by the game she was playing. She wasn't able to understand anything subliminal that Faith may have been saying. "I'm lost." She said. Faith got up and sat on the couch right next to Stacy. She whispered, "you ever thought of getting paid for something you normally do for free?" "Like what?" Stacy asked. Faith chuckled. "I'm talking about sitting your doughnut onna stick til the cream oozes out, ... feel what I'm saying?" And now everything clicked. "Sweat" Remake No, this is not exactly like "Sweat" but it has all the same themes, and I didn't want multiple books about sex trafficking, so here's one, new and improved. Previous names: "Caught Up"

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