Your Man Chose Me

by Racquel Williams

Genres: African American Urban; African American Women's Fiction; Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Chicks are always screaming, “Leave my man alone!" but in reality, they need to be checking their men. Tiana Caldwell is not falling for that foolery. She lives by the code that if your man wanted you, he would not stray. She doesn't care if the man she is in love with turns out to be her best friend's man. Ayana Beasley has it all wrong. She thinks that good sex and babies will help her hold on to the man she loves. That is, until she realizes that he is in love with another woman. Broken and hurt, Ayana turns to the one person she thinks she can trust: her best sister-friend, Tiana Caldwell. Watch the drama unfold between these two women who share the same bed, share clothes, and eat out of the same pot, as they compete for one man. It's winner takes all, and these ladies are playing for keeps. How will it end? Will they throw away their friendship over a man, or will they both walk away from him?

Release date: March 28, 2017

Publisher: Urban Renaissance

Print pages: 288

Sample

People say your past shouldn’t dictate your future, but the shit that I had been through definitely molded me to become the person I was today. After that dumbass bitch chose her man over me, I made a mental note to become my own protector by any means necessary.

I learned early on that if I wanted something in life, I had to go after it. A bitch like myself wanted more out of life than most of these other bitches and I was willing to go the extra mile to get it. Call me cutthroat or grimy, but what a person would never call me was a broke bitch.

Days after that shit happened, I packed my bags with the few pieces of clothing that I owned and the $200 that I had saved up. I looked over at the bitch snoring on the couch and tiptoed past her, careful not to wake her up. I closed the door behind me and ran down the driveway. She must’ve heard me because I heard her hollering, “Tiana, bring yo’ ass back here.”

I didn’t look back; instead, I ran all the way to my homegirl’s house. See, Ayana and I had been friends since kindergarten and we were like sisters. She was a year older than me and because of that she had always acted like my big sister. I’m not going to lie; I enjoyed being the youngest.

Life at Ayana’s house was the opposite of what I was used to. Her mother was real laidback and never really bothered us, unless she wanted us to run to the store to grab her lotto tickets. Needless to say she acted like a mother to me, unlike the bitch who birthed me.

It didn’t take long for me to adapt to my new environment. It was then that I learned that I had to grow up and use the one thing that God had blessed me with: a tight-ass pussy. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t no ho; but I refused to be hungry and go without when I had something in between my legs that could feed and clothe me.

I wasn’t one of these skinny bitches walking around. Matter of fact, I was a little on the heavy side but I had a fat ass that made niggas drool every time I walked by. I damn sure thought I was one of the baddest bitches to ever walk the streets of Decatur, Georgia. I wasn’t attracted to them little broke-ass niggas running around looking for pussy. I wanted a grown-ass man who could take care of me and who made sure I was set. The thing about older niggas was that they would pay for a young piece of pussy especially if you sucking and fucking them the right way. I swear I was blessed with a nice mouthpiece. I would suck a nigga dick ’til his eyes rolled to the back of his head and toes curled up. I ain’t bragging but Superhead ain’t got shit on me.

Things had changed drastically for me. I was no longer broke, and being hungry was a thing of the past. I wasn’t in love with the niggas I fucked; I just pretended that I liked them enough to make them spend that dough on me. I was cool when they called me their girlfriend or bae to their friends. As long as my pockets stayed on swole, I’d be whatever they wanted me to be.

Even though these niggas were lacing me with their dough, I wasn’t no fool. Good pussy will only take you so far and I didn’t want to be an old bitch with nothing to show for it.

It was also time to get up out of these people’s house. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t ungrateful or anything, but the older we got the more I kind of sensed that Ayana didn’t like having me around as much anymore.

On my eighteenth birthday I decided to get my own one-bedroom apartment. I had more than enough money saved up from tricking off them niggas. A few months later, I decided to go back to school and get my GED. I wanted to go to college one day to be a psychologist and I knew in order to do that I had to get my shit in order. I simply grew up and got on my grown woman shit!

I don’t believe in coincidences, and I think it was fate that intervened when I met Micah. It was my first year in college and he was a sophomore. I kind of knew he was digging me by the way he would stare at me in our English class. I’m not going to lie, I was really digging him too, but I played it cool. I didn’t want to come off as being thirsty. God knows I wasn’t trying to rush into anything; after all, I had just broken up with my last boyfriend, Lucas. I broke it off with him because I was tired of him trying to fuck me in the ass. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it in the booty every once in a while, but that every night shit kind of turned me off. It made me wonder if the nigga was a little fruity.

“Miss Caldwell, are you with us?” my instructor asked as he interrupted my deep thoughts.

“I’m sorry sir, I got lost in thoughts.” I smiled at him.

I glanced back and saw that Micah was staring at me. I felt a little embarrassed that the instructor called me out like that. For weeks, Micah had been asking me out. I politely turned him down twice but he never gave up. I have to say he was very persistent. I love a man who knows what he wants so I decided to take him up on his offer.

I heard a car horn honk. I peeped out my window and noticed that he was parked outside. Shit, this nigga act like he can’t come to the door to get me, I thought as I took another look at myself in the mirror and admired myself one last time. I wasn’t no skinny chick, but I had enough meat on my body for the right nigga to grab on to. I grabbed my Michael Kors clutch and sashayed out the door.

I couldn’t help but notice his shiny orange Charger. He got out as I approached the car and he greeted me with a hug. “Damn, babe, you look stunning and you smell good. Make a nigga want to tear your clothes off right out here in the parking lot.”

“Oh, my. Thank you. I’m not sure if that was a compliment, but thanks anyways,” I said as I got into the car and put on my seat belt.

The car smelled like brand new leather and was well kept. I lay back in my seat as he drove down the street with Jeezy blasting through his speakers. I glanced over at him as he bobbed his head to the trap music. I admired his facial features; homeboy was neatly groomed, and his skin tone was velvet dark but smooth like a newborn baby’s ass.

He took me to Red Lobster, which wasn’t where I really wanted to go, but I went along anyway. See, most chicks would be impressed to go on a date to Red Lobster, but not I. Red Lobster to me was like the hood deli, where all the hoodrat chicks hung out.

After waiting for about forty-five minutes, we were served our food. I ordered the seafood platter while he ordered steak. While we ate my mind was wandering all around. I couldn’t help but imagine his strong, muscular hands rubbing down my thighs. Maybe it was the way he was eating that steak that made me imagine him eating my pussy.

“So, Miss Tiana. Do you have a man?”

“Hmm, Mr. Micah. Do you have a woman?”

“I see you want to play games. This is it right here: your man ain’t here and my woman ain’t here so I guess we’re single.” He smiled.

I didn’t respond. I smiled and went back eating my food. When we were finished, he paid the bill and we left.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the night, love?”

“I don’t have any. I think I might study a little until I doze off.”

“Damn, on a Friday night? You must not have many friends out here. By the way, where are you from? You have a little bit of accent.”

“What you mean? I was born and raised here in Decatur. What, you thought I was a foreigner?” I asked sarcastically.

“Now that you mention it, you do look kind of exotic.” He laughed.

“Georgia is my birthplace. I am a Grady baby, to be exact.”

“I see. Well, Baltimore, Maryland, is home for me. Mom-dukes decided to move out here after my oldest brother got killed.” A sad expression was plastered across his face.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nah, it ain’t no biggie. Enough of that though. I’m trying to get to know you a little bit more.”

“Do you mean you looking to get some pussy? ’Cause if that’s all you want, you looking at the wrong chick.” I stared him down.

“Nah, it ain’t even like that. I really like you. From the first day I laid eyes on you, I knew I was gonna make you mine,” he boasted.

There was something about his cockiness that grabbed my attention. I swear my pussy was throbbing as if it needed a good dose of dick-whipping.

I’m not gon’ sit up here and act like I didn’t want to fuck. Shit, it’d been awhile and I wanted him as bad as he wanted me. We decided to get a room at the Budget Inn and Suites on Memorial Drive. I was a little surprised that he didn’t take me to his apartment, but he told me his roommate was there. I kind of understood.

After we got there, he rolled up a blunt he had and we smoked it together. I’d had weed before when I was younger, but I hadn’t smoked in a while. I also drank a cup of pink Moscato that he had bought earlier. It didn’t take me long to start feeling the effects of the weed and the alcohol. Straight up, I wanted to fuck. I guessed he felt the same way, ’cause he started rubbing on my thighs. The touch of his rough hands sent chills up my spine and between my legs. I had to use everything in me to stop from coming before he gave me the dick. Things got heated when he got up and knelt down in front of me and spread my legs apart. Something in me wanted him to stop, but then again my body was screaming, bitch, stop tripping.

Seconds later, I was stripped butt-ass naked and homeboy’s head was buried deep down in my pussy. He sucked harder as I ground down on his tongue. “Aargh,” I screamed in ecstasy.

The man made love to my pussy as if he was a pussy artist. He had me screaming all kinds of obscenities as he sucked and nibbled on my clit. I couldn’t hold it anymore so I exploded in his mouth. Even then he didn’t ease up; instead, he just licked up my juices and continued sucking.

“Can you make love to me now?” I pleaded.

“I got you, ma,” he said.

I watched as he pulled out a condom and placed it on his dick. I was eager to get fucked so I pulled him down toward me. I groaned as he entered my tight, slippery pussy.

“Aargh, you tight as fuck,” he mentioned.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I bit down on my lip as he worked my middle. I tell you the boy was well endowed and he knew how to use it. He fucked me so damn good that I exploded on his dick multiple times. It didn’t take any time for him to cum. I was kind of disappointed by that because I wanted more.

I got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash off. My pussy was sore from him beating my walls down, but I enjoyed every bit of it. I hoped him busting so soon was just a one-time thing because the dick was too good for him not to be able to go longer.

When I got back in the room, he was lying there smoking another blunt so I sat down beside him.

“You good, ma? I hope I didn’t damage that good-good,” he joked.

“I’m straight. I am little tired though.”

“Listen, B, I’m feeling you on some real shit and I would love to make you my girl.”

“Really? I thought you said something earlier about having a girl,” I quizzed him.

“I’ma keep it one hundred with you. I got a baby mama but we ain’t together.”

“Really? You got kids? How many?” I wasn’t feeling that shit at all.

“Yeah, I got two little girls with shorty. But like I said she ain’t nothing but my baby mama.”

“I know one thing: I ain’t got time for no baby mama drama and all that.”

“Listen, B, you gon’ be wit’ me, not my baby mama or my kids. Just me,” he tried to convince me.

Where the fuck is all the single dudes? Just when I think I found Mr. Right, he got to have kids and baby mama.

“Listen, I want a chick like you: beautiful and educated. My baby mama don’t want to do shit outside of having babies and partying. Twice she told me that she was on the pill, and she ended up pregnant. After that I was out. I want to get my degree and go places, you feel me?”

“I hear you. I just need time to think about all this. ’Cause I ain’t got time for no loudmouth chick coming at me over her baby daddy. God knows I ain’t got the patience.”

“A’ight, fair enough. Anyway I got to bounce. I got some things to handle.”

“Really? I thought we had the room for the night,” I said as I looked at him.

“Damn, ma, I’m sorry. I just got some things to handle. I tell you what, I will make it up to you next weekend. We can go away to someplace nice. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go.”

I was kind of upset. I just fucked this nigga and now he had to leave. I remained quiet though because we had just started talking and I didn’t want him to think I was a big crybaby.

I got dressed and he dropped me off at home. Before I exited the car, he held on to my hand. “Tiana, I want you and I’m going to get you.”

“I hear you,” I said before I opened the car door.

He got out, walked me to my door, and stood outside until I went inside. I flopped down on my bed daydreaming about what transpired between us. I was really feeling him and I know I wanted him. To be honest, I didn’t give a fuck about his baby mama. I wasn’t tryin’a to fuck her and it wasn’t like I knew the bitch anyways. I was determined to make him my nigga. I just didn’t want to come off as thirsty. I was ready to settle down and he was the perfect candidate.

I was sick and tired of going through a rough life. I mean ever since I was young, I struggled. I can’t sit up here and lie and say that Mama wasn’t there because she was. Most days her ass was drunk or just going through some mental shit. After my father left Mama, she just slipped into a depression. I felt so sorry for her to the point that I wanted to find that nigga and kill him.

Things got even worse when my best friend/sister came to live with us. It was already bad on us, but I couldn’t turn her away. I knew her stepdaddy was tryin’a fuck her and her no-good-ass mama wasn’t tryin’a stop it either. How could I say no to her? Even though I ended up regretting that I saved that ho.

See, Tiana was one of them bitches who thought she was the shit. All because she had hair all the way down her back and a little bit of ass. I wasn’t jealous but, shit, the bitch thought she was God’s blessing to niggas. I ain’t see how though, ’cause that bitch was fat and, nah, I don’t mean phat. The bitch had some weight on her compared to my size three. There were days when we would be hanging out and one of the neighborhood dope boys would walk up to us and instead of her ass allowing him to choose who the fuck he wanted, she would get up in dude’s face. Before you knew it he would be shooting her his number. Then I understood where her mama was coming from; maybe her fast ass was fucking and sucking her mama’s man. After really getting to know that bitch, I wouldn’t put anything past her.

I would sit back and smile as I let that grimy bitch have her fucking way. ’Cause one thing about it, niggas gon’ always be quick to fuck a loose bitch, but when they find a laidback chick like me, they will definitely wife them. I was never in competition with her; I knew my day was coming.

I was happy when her ass finally got out my mama shit and went off to college. I no longer had to live in her shadow. Better yet, I didn’t have to pretend anymore that I liked the bitch. I stayed behind to go to hair school, which didn’t work out, so I got me a job dancing. I wasn’t into staying broke all my fucking life, so I twerked my ass and made good money doing it.

It was one night after work when I met Anthony. He was a handsome brother with long money. I wasn’t sure at the time what he did for a living, but I did know that whatever it was there was some major paper involved. Him and his boys would come up in the club and make it rain.

That night, he walked up to me and introduced himself. I told him my name and he told me that he was interested in me. At first I didn’t take him serious because I knew that most of the ballers who came through only wanted to fuck after the club closed.

“So, what you trying to do, fuck?” I quizzed him.

“Nah, pussy ain’t a thing. I’m trying to get to know you. I’ve been watching you for a minute now.”

“Oh, okay, so what a high roller like yourself want with a stripper chick like me?”

“Shawty, quit talking like that. I want to get to know you. Take you out of this life and put you into a better situation.”

I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. I was getting ready to snap on this nigga. I didn’t know who the hell he thought he was talking to me like that. “Do I look like I need to be saved? I make good damn money in here. I don’t need you to save me, Anthony, or whatever your name is.”

“Ha-ha,” he chuckled. “Little mama, I didn’t mean to offend you. I want you to be my woman is all I’m saying. I got enough money to take care of you, so you don’t need to be up in here dancing. That’s all.”

“Well, you can take your money and find another bitch to save. I’m outta here.” I walked off before saying another word.

I was feeling irritated as hell. I didn’t want a nigga to feel sorry for me. I wanted a man to be with me because that’s what he wanted. I got into my car and pulled off.

Days went by and I couldn’t get dude off my mind. There was something about his “in control” attitude that turned me on. I tried not to think about him but the urge was too much to resist. It was only Monday and I didn’t have to return to the club until Thursday. Ol’ stupid me didn’t even ask for his number.

Thursday came so fast and I was eager to get on the dance floor and show my ass. If I was correct, I knew him and his boys would be rolling in around 12:00 a.m.; that had been their schedule for the last few months. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but him, his boys, and the boss had some kind of business affairs going on.

“I Wanna Fuck You,” by Plies blasted through the speakers.

The sound of Plies’s voice sent me into a frenzy. I wound, twerked, and flipped on that pole like my life depended on it. Niggas started screaming and throwing money at me, but they didn’t catch my attention. I turned around to face the crowd and that’s when I noticed him standing in front of me. I smiled as I continued dancing. It was in that moment that I realized I wanted to make him my man. As it turned out, that was my last night dancing at the club.

He took me home and we fucked all night. Baby boy was definitely a freak. From sucking on my clit to licking my ass, he made love to my body and soul. I returned the favor and sucked his dick until his eyes started rolling into the back of his head. I made sure that I fucked him better than any other bitch ever could. I had that nigga screaming all kinds of shit that night. He was so loud that you would’ve thought he was the bitch.

“Damn, B, you got some good-ass pussy,” he screamed.

“Just relax and let me ride that dick,” I told him.

In no time he busted in the condom. I slowly eased up off of him. I wanted to go longer, but I guessed he was tired. I wasn’t gonna complain. I knew the next time would be better.

At first, he was a little leery of fucking me without a condom. I guessed it was because I was a stripper. Shit, I didn’t see the logic, since he ate my pussy on the first night. These niggas had shit backward. They’re willing to put their mouth on a pussy, but be putting on condoms to fuck the pussy.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked as I kissed on his neck.

“Sure, babe, what’s up?”

“Why we always got to use a condom? I mean, we’ve been messing with each other for a while now so why can’t I feel your naked dick up inside of me? You think I’m dirty or something?”

“Nah, babe, it ain’t like that. I mean, I ain’t really ready to have no kids right now and I’m pretty sure you ain’t either.”

Nigga, speak for your damn self, I thought as I continued kissing on him. “I just want to feel your dick inside of my pussy; plus, I’m on the pill so nothing is going to happen,” I said as I started grinding on him.

In no time his hard nine inches was up inside of me. I groaned and moaned as our skin made contact. I used everything inside of me to hold my walls as tightly as I could. I ground all the way down on his pole and I watched as he bit down on his bottom lip and he held on tight to my hips. The look on his face gave me every bit of satisfaction. He gripped me tighter and his dick got harder. That let me know that he was about to bust.

“Damn, babe, I’ma ’bout to bust. Get uppppp,” he yelled out.

Instead of jumping off, I pressed down on his chest and ground harder on his erect dick.

“Aarghhhhhhh,” he groaned out as his dick exploded inside of me. “Shit, I busted in you,” he said seemingly upset.

“Relax. I told you I’m on the pill and it’s supposed to be safe,” I reminded him as I rubbed his face.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

I got up and. . .