Fiending for His Love (4 page)

~Chapter 3~

By the time Blaze’s thirteen birthday came around he’d grown cold hearted and had a hate against certain females; one in particular was his mother. He couldn't stand her ways. At times he couldn't stand to see her pathetic little face. He loved his father to death and never questioned his actions, but he wanted to know why his mother couldn’t be stronger.

The constant teasing at school was starting to get to him. It was becoming obvious that he was living in a very dysfunctional home. Females who sold their bodies and called his father by the name of Daddy just didn’t sit right with others. It seemed as if everyone thought that his family was a disgrace to society. Blaze could never have friends because they all made fun of him for having such a fucked up lifestyle. None of them understood and Blaze didn't waste any time explaining things to them. He was living a life where only pimps and hoes knew what was going on. The real truth about their society was that they wanted to be a secret but was far it.

The flashiness, the branded clothing, and the wads of money that Blaze carried around school couldn’t buy him friendship if his life depended on.

In the middle of Blaze eighth grade year, he dropped out of school. Too much was going on at home and too much drama was going on at school. Sitting in class one day Blaze realized that school was just no longer for him. Right in the middle of his third period English class he decided fuck school. Those under educated motherfuckers wasn’t teaching him shit he couldn’t learn on his on anyway. Without disturbing his English teacher’s lecture, he quietly got up and walked out of class. Exiting the school, he never thought twice about whether he was making a mistake or not.

“I’ll get my GED,” Blaze told himself. Walking up the front stoop of his house, Blaze noticed some of his father’s girls sitting on the front porch engaged in a conversation.

“Don’t you hoes got something better to do?” Blaze hissed. When it came to the girls he had a slick mouth. He was either throwing hurtful comments at them or charming them. His tongue was as slick as his father’s if not slicker. Over the years he’d gained a set up loose lips. He spoke to Money’s hoes badly and none of them dared to tell. They all took the young boy’s disrespect out of honor of Money Mack.

“What you doing home so early?” Mandy, the youngest of them all, asked.

“Minding my business.”

Mandy stared into his eyes. Their eyes locked and for those few seconds it felt like they were magnetically connected. The look in Mandy eyes stated that she was fiending for young Blaze's love. Mandy was a runaway girl who Money had taken under his wings months ago. Her baby face stated that she was no older than sixteen. Money didn’t care. Her pussy had a value and he was going to get that money by all means. The truth was that Mandy was only fifteen years old, but had experienced more things in life than an average thirty year old. She came from an abusive family. Not being able to tolerate the abuse and being molested by her stepfather any longer, she ran away one day and planned on never returning home.

It was evident that Mandy had a crush on Blaze. He also had one on her, but he took the advice from his father to never fall in love with a hoe. Hoes couldn’t be trusted and they could never be turned into a housewife. That saying that a hoe can't be turned into a housewife was absolutely truth. His mother was living proof of that saying. With that being said, he kept his distance from Mandy, but that never stopped him from yearning for her touch and maybe her love. The heart always knew what the heart wanted

Blaze opened up the screen door and his ears were filled with profanity. It was obvious that his mother and father were getting into it again.
That hoe never knows how to shut up. Always yapping off at the mouth
, Blaze thought.

“AIDS, bitch? You fucking poisoned me!” Money yelled in pain. You could hear the hurt in his voice. He’d just found out hours ago he was infected with one of the most horrible diseases.

“Oh no! It couldn't be from me. Nigga, I just got tested three weeks ago!” Jean pointed her hands in his face. She swore him up and down that she was clean as a whistle. She even went as far as blaming all the other girls. “You better check them other hoes Money, ‘cause I ain’t the one to be blaming for this shit. No telling who all the fuck you been dipping and dabbing in.” Jean cursed.

Truth to be told, Jean didn’t know whether or not if she was the one to give Money the bug. The last time she got tested was when she’d given birth to Blaze. Aside from that she gave herself a test. Hell, she looked healthy, she felt good, and she wasn’t walking around all skinny and shit. In her mind that meant she was just fine.

“Nigga, I AIN’T GOT SHIT! My pussy is C-L-E-A-N!” Jean yelled as she patted her midsection.

Money stared her up and down then let out a loud disturbing wicked laugh. “Ahahaha! Bitch, you had me going there for a second.” Money wrapped his strong hands that were suited for two around Jean’s frail neck.

Jean stared into Money’s eyes and saw death. She wished that she could turn back the hands of time. Being money hungry was going to cost her something priceless; something that no amount of money in the world was worth: her life. Jean fought and fought as she gasped for air. There was no way in hell that she was going to be able to free herself from Money’s python grip.

He never once took his eyes off of her.  He stared deep into her grimy soul. He couldn't believe that Jean was a female that he once saw himself settling down with after he retired from the game. “Jean, I don’t sleep with none of my bitches but you. That’s how I know it was you who poisoned me. How could you? Don’t you know that I loved you, Jean?” A single tear slid down Money’s eyes.

He meant every word that he spoke. He indeed loved Jean, that’s why she was the only hoe that he slept with and the only one he given the privilege of having his child. After all, before she was a hoe she was a square; she was his square. There was a time where he worshiped the ground that Jean walked on.

Those were the last words that Jean heard from it. They touched her heart dearly. She had rather be loved then to never have been loved before.  She’d spent all of her life seeking attention from different men and all she was really searching for was love. Like a crack addict desperately fiending for crack, she was always an addict who was fiending for love. Being placed from foster home to foster home, she was never shown any sort of love. It was sad that she did such horrible things in search of love.

“I love you too, Money,” her eyes silently spoke back to Money as she gasped for air and caught her last breath. Minutes later, her dead eyes continued to stare Money in his very cold pupils.

A single tear slid from his left eye and before it was able to hit his cheek he quickly wiped it away.
That would be the day
, he thought. Never would he get caught crying over a hoe who’d practically just taken his life away from him.

Blaze burst into the room to see his lifeless mother. He looked from her dead eyes then up at Money. He raced toward his father and began to shove him, but his strength was nothing compared to his fathers. “I hate you!” he cried, still shoving his father with his tiny hands.

Money grabbed Blaze. He stared into his son eyes and noticed his mixed emotions. “You don’t hate me, son. I had to do this. Your mother has been infected. Her horrible disease can affect many people and can take the lives of innocent people. She infected
me
, son.”

Blaze stared his father up and down
. How can you talk about taking the lives of innocent people when you destroy lives of young innocent girls?
After a minute, he shook his head, coming to some sort of agreement with his father. Money had never steered him wrong before.

Blaze sat next to his mother and whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry.” Maybe if he had let her leave, instead of always snitching on her, she would still be living. His feelings were all over the place. Deep down inside of his cold little body, love really did live within him.

~Chapter 4~

Six months later…

Blaze was taking care of his father. He was there to wait on him hand and feet. His father’s immune system was slowly beginning to shut down. Day after day he was getting sicker and sicker, weaker and weaker. Seeing his father going through so much pain made Blaze form a deep hatred for his deceased mother yet again. Up until seeing his father living his last days, he hadn’t fully understood why his father had killed his mother. Now seeing his father dying, he completely understood. His mother was a horrible person whom he felt deserved to die.

Since Money was no longer able to get out of bed, it was now up to Blaze to take the girls on the hoe stroll. He was now the breadwinner and was taking his father’s position. Money handed his business and knowledge of the game down to his only son. Like father, like son. Each and every day Money would verbally put Blaze onto game down including the pros and the cons, the dos and the don’ts of pimping. Blaze listened to every word his father spoke. His intelligence of the game could either break him or make him.

Eventually Money’s stable started to deteriorate right along with him. His hoes refused to listen to a child who was just learning the game. Money went from a seven-hoe stable down to a two-hoe stable. Once the main hoe got sick and tired of Blaze, who was young enough to be her grandson, she left too. That now left Money with only young Mandy. Money and Blaze depended on Mandy for everything. Weeks after her peer left, she got busted. That night Blaze sat by his father’s bedside and held his hand.

“Son,” Money spoke faintly. “There comes a time in life where you have to man up. Become a man and be much stronger. Your days of being a boy are over. You will be sixteen in a few weeks. You made up your mind on what you want to be in life. You’re a pimp by blood. This game is made for you.” Money gasped for air. “Don’t make the same mistakes I made. Always protect yourself. And never-never fall for a hoe. If you want out of this game, find a loyal woman who is square to this life.”

Blaze nodded his head up and down agreeing with his father.

“When I die, bury me next to your mother,” Money told him. “I loved that woman and she still has a place in my heart… I just wish things could have been different.” He gasped again.               His lungs were so weak. Every day he felt like he was fighting for his life, just to live another second. The hospitals always sent him home when he went to them complaining about how much pain he was in. His case of AIDS was no longer treatable. They told him that he would probably want to die at home with family rather than to die in a hospital. They were completely right. Money preferred to lie down and die with his son next to him; the only person in the world that he had left to love and the only person who always remained loyal to him.

“Son, my throat is dry. Please go grab me a cup of ice cold water,” Money requested.

Blaze stared down at his father as if he didn’t want to leave him. He let go of his hand and went to retrieve the water. He wished that there were something he could do to save his father’s life. Blaze returned with the cup of ice cold water as requested. He sat the cup on the stand that beside his father’s bed and turned to him. “Dad,” Blaze spoke.

His father appeared to be resting. Blaze stared down at his father’s 82 pounds frame. In months the deadly disease had caused his father, who had once weighed 285 pounds, to drop all the way down to 82 pounds soak and wet. Blaze noticed that Money’s chest was no longer heaving up and down like it usually was doing. He placed his hands over his father’s frail chest. He no longer felt the faint heartbeat.

He kissed his father on his forehead. “I love you, Dad.” These were his last words to his father, though he was no longer able to hear them.

Blaze covered Money’s body up with a white sheet and called 911 for them to come get him. He gave his father a beautiful funeral, just like his father had given his mother. Both his father and his mother went out in class and style. Just as requested, Money was buried next to his lover, Jean.

Weeks later Blaze was down to less than $300 in his pockets and a soul filled with hopes, dreams, and determination. On his sixteenth birthday he found his first hoe and hours later he made his first hoe dollar on his own. His father had been right; pimping was in his blood. Blaze swore up and down that these hoes needed to be saved; they needed pimping in their life and he was there to serve that propose.

~Chapter 5~

Across the country...

Charisma had made a plan to finally get rid of her dead ends. Playing someone’s second wasn’t one of her dreams. Yeah, he liked the idea of being a trophy wife, but Trent was not the man she’d fallen in love with or left home for. Fame and money had started to take control of him. He had forgotten what was important and was throwing Charisma on the back burner and she didn’t like that shit at all.

Two years ago…

Charisma had just graduated from high school. Her future plans were to go to college. She had dreamed of being a lawyer since she was in first grade. When children were asked by adults what they wanted to be when they grow up, other children her age would say a Barbie or Power Ranger; something that wasn’t realistic. But not Charisma, her mind had been made up years ago. She wanted to be just like her father who was a well-known lawyer. She would happily answer, “I want to be the world’s best lawyer, just like my daddy.” She had always been a daddy’s girl since the day she’d made her grand entrance into the world.

Right after graduation she headed off to party. She didn’t even get a chance to see the brand new Volkswagen Jetta that her parents bought her. It was pretty and pink, just as she requested.

Trent was Charisma’s boyfriend at the time. So many boys in high school would die to be with Charisma. She was everything that a young man could dream of. She was definitely wifey material. She had a head full of dark black curly hair that hung to the middle of her back, her eyes were a dreamy brown, and her teeth were perfect. She always smiled showing off her pearly whites. Her smile was melting. She always knew how to get her way with either her smile or by pouting her lips and making a sad face. She had an athletic body with curves for days. Standing at about 5’7 with a set of nice, long, firm legs, she was just as beautiful she as she was smart. Beauty and brains seemed like an unbelievable combo, but Charisma possessed both.

High school boys weren’t a challenge for Charisma. She was way too mature for them and loved to have the things that were forbidden to her. Even if it were temporary, she would take it for the time being.

Trent was a handsome piece of chocolate. He stood at 5’9 and had the long chin hair neatly trim, like every brother in Philly rocked at one time or another. Everything about him was fresh and clean. He loved the bling and the finer things in life. He was a smooth talker and surely had his ways with the lovelies. His bulging biceps and triceps stated that he stayed in the gym. He had a perfect smile and a set of memorizing light brown eyes. Everything about him, from his fresh low top haircut to his fresh pair of sneakers, screamed sexy.

Trent and some of his friends had picked her and her best friend Michelle up to go out and have a blast. They arrived in Philadelphia two hours later and were on their way into a well-known nightclub. The club was for people 21 and older, but with the fake identification that Trent had purchased for the minors they were able to get into the club and enjoyed their night.

Charisma and Michelle tore the dance floor up. In a few more weeks the two best friends were going to be separating. Michelle was going to be back at home doing whatever she could get herself into, which was most likely working her low-end job at the Turkey Hill gas station, while Charisma would be off at Harvard University bettering herself.

“Girl, this is the life!” Michelle held her champagne glass up in the air.

“Finally I get to live life before I’m off to college,” Charisma expressed.

Their two glasses clicked against one another in a toast. By the end of the night, the two girls were drunk as a skunk. Trent suggested that they get a nearby hotel and go home the next day.

That night Trent laid his heart out to Charisma. As he spoke, she laid in his arms and never felt loved so much by any man besides her father. Hours later the two of them were engaged in the most passionate sex that only two kindred lovers could endure. As soon as they got in the room Charisma headed straight to the bathroom. She turned the water on as she made a quick bowel movement. Embarrassed that Trent would hear from the outside. After she got in she slid in the hot shower and took her timing maintaining her hygiene’s. When she stepped out the bathroom a trail of steam followed behind her. “Why are the lights off?” Charisma asked as she headed towards the light switch. She flicked the lights one and was in awe as she stared at the red and white rose pedals laid all over the floor. On the bed was a heart shaped out of red rose pedals. “Oh my gosh!” She sighed.

Trent turned the music down low as R. Kelly vocals came soothing through the speakers.

He walked over to Charisma and pulled the towel from her. The towel dropped to the floor and her nipples stood erect.

Trent was always impressed by her body of a Goddess. He took one nipple in his mouth as he massaged the other. The flicking of his tongue across Charisma juices to flow. “Ohhh,” Charisma cooed.

Trent slid his hands between her hot thick thighs, as he indulged into her wetness. She was dripping so much his tongue began to water. He had to have a taste of her. He gently laid her on the bed and spread her legs wide open. ‘Oooh hhh. Trent.” Charisma moaned as she massaged her nipples. Bending her head down she began licking her own nipples.

‘Ohhh. Ahhhh.” She cried as her thighs shook, she lost control. “TREEENNNT!” She squealed, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him deeper between her thighs she erupted all of his face like a volcano filled with sweet juices.

Trent wiped his face with the back of his hand and climbed on top of her. “Damn baby I want you so damn bad.” He mentioned before sliding into her wetness.

Seconds inside of her wet tight vagina he felt his self about to erupt already. “Ohhh shit.” He moaned as he slid in and out of her wetness that fit him exactly like a glove was suppose to fit.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Trent squealed as he pounded in and out of her. He erupted quicker than he anticipated but it was good. Charisma was well satisfied with the services that he provided.

It was her first time and she was one happy camper after she got a taste of Trent’s thick pole.

The moments between them felt magical. Trent was everything that Charisma wanted and more. She gave him her virginity that night after an entire year. He’d worked damn hard for that honor.

She laid in his arms staring at the ceiling as he stroked her long thick curly hair. “I love you.” Charisma allowed the words to escape through her lips, which were ashy due to all of the lip licking, and kissing they had been doing.

Trent thought about it before he finally replied. “I love you too.”

They spent hours making passionate love until the sun rose. Charisma was hooked and stuck like chuck. Her heart melted at the thought of Trent. She wanted to spend every second of the day with him. Her mind was made up. Before she went back to boring ass York Pennsylvania to go off to college in less than two months she was going to spend those last lovely days with the man who she had fallen hard for.

The next day, instead of going home Charisma placed a call to her mother. “Mom, I’m not coming back home. I’m staying here with my boyfriend. Then I will leave from college from here.” Charisma held the phone back from her ear as her mother yelled and cursed on the other line.

“What the hell you mean you staying with your boyfriend?” Her mother questioned. “If you don’t bring your hot ass back home now… I swear, so help me God!”

Charisma shook her head. Her mother was something else. One minute she was screaming and praying on God and the next, she was cursing up a storm and had the nerve to yell something about God.

“Calm down. It’s not that serious,” Charisma explained. She didn't understand why her mother was being so negative. Yes, she understood that her mother didn't want her to mess up her life chasing after a boy. But, she never understood why her mother couldn't just let her live for a second or two. She craved fresh air and she was going to get just that over the next couple of days.

Trent sat on the side of the bed, loving the way Charisma was going through it with her mother. The more drama she had with her parents the more Charisma would rely on him, just the way he liked it.

“If you don’t get your narrow ass back here by tomorrow morning you are cut! And I mean it!” her mother yelled, meaning every word she was saying.

Trent grabbed the phone out of Charisma’s hand and hung up on her mother. “I got you, so don't even worry about what your mother saying,” Trent assured her.

Charisma sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if she was making a mistake. After all, the heart wanted what the heart wanted. Her heart wanted Trent for sure, so Trent it was going to be.

Days later Charisma was still in Philadelphia with Trent. The first couple of days he sexed her so good that all she could do was sleep. When she wasn't/ sleeping he spent his time wining and dining her. Charisma was already getting use to Trent lavishly spoiling her. He spoiled her just like her daddy did. If he kept up with the good deeds he was for sure a winner in her eyes.

Charisma laid across the bed wearing a black and rose red teddy as she searched through Trent’s phone while he was taking his good ole sweet time in the shower. She checked all of his recent phone calls and text messages seeing that all of them were mostly labeled with no name and just the number. She kept scanning the phone until she got tired.
What the fuck? Why am I going through this man’s phone? I must be looking for trouble. I’m Charisma. That nigga knows not too fool around on me,
she thought to herself. She gently placed the phone back on the bed and went to join her beloved in the shower.

She stripped butt naked, leaving the bathroom door wide open. Living in a house with just the two of them gave them more than the privacy they needed. She licked her lips and began massaging her nipples as she stood back and watched Trent lather his body with soap. He had intentionally turned her out. And every second of the day she was fiending for his love. Her eyes traced his body until they found what they were looking for. His pole was saluting her. Long, hard and chocolate; just the way she liked it.

Trent was in a daze, reciting some rap lyrics in his mind. He stared at Charisma’s reflection in the glass steamy mirror and instantly got aroused as he watched her sexy ass touching all over her own body. She always knew how to turn him on without saying a word or laying a finger on him. “Bring ya’ sexy ass in here now,” he demanded with a smirk.

Charisma loved everything about Trent. She worshiped the ground he walked on and would even eat out of the toilet bowl he took a dump in if it came down to it. She loved how he always took control of her mind and body. He was always demanding with a strong manly tone added to damn near everything he said. When it came down to Trent she was thirsty for him. She dared a bitch to look at her man for too long of a second. She dared for anybody to talk bad about him. She would lie, cheat, steal and possibly kill for Trent. Anything was possible due to the love she had for him.

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She damn near tripped over her own feet as she rushed to the shower. The glass doors of the shower were covered in steam. In a matter of minutes they would be covered in sticky juices from the two them. Trent quickly grabbed Charisma by the back of her neck. He couldn’t wait to taste her sweet lips or even better, for her to taste him. Their lips locked and they kissed passionately as their hands roamed all over one another’s body. Trent felt between her legs and his mind went wild. Charisma was spraying juices like a fire hydrant on a hot summer day.

He instantly stuck two fingers inside of her, fingering fucking the hell out of her. Charisma dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouthwatering lips around Trent’s thick, hard pole, taking every inch of his chocolate in her mouth. The tip of his pole reached the back of her throat, but not once did she gag. Trent taught her everything that she knew about sex and pleasing him. She was well taught and could make sexing and sucking dick a profession because she sure as hell was an expert and would never receive one complaint.

Trent was reaching his peak and wanted to feel her insides. “You better catch it before I do.” He gazed down and smiled at Charisma.

Charisma knew what he meant. The first round with Trent was always quick. The ones after that were all-nighters for sure. She quickly jumped up from her knees and bent over, leaning against the glass shower door. “Please Daddy, give it to me hard,” she begged.

Prior to entering her, Trent roughly grabbed her by her neck and turned her around to kiss her. He turned her neck around so hard that her neck slightly cracked. They gave one another sloppy kisses and their sloppy tongues smacked against each other’s face.

“Oooh.” Charisma cooed, feeling Trent entering her.

Charisma had that good wet-wet that kept a nigga around. It was one of the reasons why Trent was so hooked now. Other than that, she was smart, loving, caring, and the chick was bad. The day he laid eyes on her he knew she was wifey; his wifey. Plenty of times he wondered if he should take her to Florida to meet his big cousin Blaze, who would top him off with a significant amount of money for handing over one of his chicks. He knew Blaze would then turn her out and make her a bonafied hoe in a matter of days. The two of them were more than cousins. They were business partners. Good business partners at that.