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  Addicted to Him

  Addicted to Him

  -Written By-

  Linette King

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organizations, establishments or locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

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  Acknowledgements

  First and foremost I have to give all thanks to God. Throughout all of my trials and tribulations although I didn’t know it then, I know now that he never left my side. I could have been dead and gone a long time ago when I woke up and couldn’t breathe. Turns out I had several blood clots in my lungs and had God not Awaken me I wouldn’t be here today. Thank you God for everything you have done and everything you’re about to do. Continue to shield and guide me as I embark on this new journey.

  To my children: Aaliyah, Alannah and Jaye: I love you. Never let anyone tell you anything different. All of these hours I work and every book I write is so you won’t have to go through the struggle I’ve gone through. You can do anything you want; all you have to do is put your mind to it and never give up! Never back down or run away from your calling.

  To my family: Mama I love you and all of your craziness! I still think you need counseling though lol. I remember you use to tell me so many things I didn’t understand when I was younger but I want you to know I heard you loud and clear and I understand now!

  Mr. Terry, my dad, I know it's not biological but you’ve always treated me as though I am actually your daughter. I’m forever grateful for that. My biological father hurt me deeply when he left but God sent you to me because he knew I needed you! I love you!

  Pooh, everybody’s favorite person, my sister, I’m thankful to have you in my life! You and Oliver have literally been my rocks! I love yall so much!

  Lorenzo, my brother, my protector, I love and miss you so much! I wish you were closer or that we had more time to visit one another more often. Congratulations on your new addition!

  Oliver (Tunky), Omarion, O’lasha, O’Ryan, O’brien, O’daysha, Ocean, Kamaria, Jacolby, Mhainami, Amina and Karlie I love you guys! Never forget it!

  To my extended family: My second mama, my kids call her Sweet Mama, you are truly a blessing to have! I can talk to you about any and everything! You do so much for my children and you don’t have to but you do! Love ya bunches!

  My first lady Nicole, if it weren’t for you and Pastor Willis I’d probably still be saying “I’ll get saved next Sunday” lol. Ever since I got saved blessings have been raining down on me. Thank you for always lending a listening ear and being such a great role model! I love you!

  Jasmine! The best friend any girl could ever ask for! My children’s Godmother! My Day 1! One of the only people I can talk to about anything and when I say anything I mean ANYTHING! Lord help us because some of those conversations are TMI! I could go on and on about you but your head is big enough! I love you Jazz and no matter where life takes us you will always be my friend. Even though I’m not too fond of Lucy!

  P! Precious! The only person that calls me “Lil Baby” lol Girl I don’t even know what to say about you! We got each other through plenty of nights working in that ER girl! I miss working with you and Patty Wagon or you and Deaunda! We were the A Team! Anyway I’ve known you since Elementary but I’m so glad to have a friend like you.

  Trinisha! The circumstances behind our friendship would lead someone to wonder why we ever started communicating in the first place but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Had those events not taken place I’d be short one good friend. No scratch that one great friend! You’re freaking awesome and I love you! You’re living proof that you can know someone all of your life and meet someone new who has better intentions for you than them! Never change! Well make some adjustments because you’re crazy! Take care of Payton and MJ!

  To my readers; I hope you enjoy this book and become a fan of mine! This is a work of fiction. Just a story. If anything seems like I could be talking about a specific event or individual it’s purely coincidental.

  ADDICTED TO HIM

  Rashard

  The guys and I are walking through campus before practice, about to watch the girls on the track team do their thang, when I spot ass. See, when ya boy spots ass, I be on it. I leave Dre and Twan, my teammates, and head over to see what the face looks like that's connected to this ass. Oh yea, I’m Rashard Peterson, number 06, quarterback for UMA. This is my last year and I’ll have my Bachelors in Business Management. I do my thang with Twan and Dre in these streets too.

  If you want some weed, I got you, but that's pretty much all I’ll touch. I never keep enough on me to get a charge. The most I’ll have on me is a blunt and shit, that's for recreational use. Ya boy ain’t dumb by a long shot. That's why I got this degree in the works, so I can open up different businesses.

  Anyway, if you want pills then holla at Twan; my boy got opioids, tabs, Xanax bars, and Prozac. This nigga even got fentanyl patches for some of the people at our school that can’t swallow pills.

  Now, if you want anything else, Dre got it and if he doesn’t have it, then he can get it. Dre’s ass knows every fucking body. He’s the only nigga I know that has white, Hispanic, and Asian friends.

  “Damn bruh, look at the bih over there!” Twan said, putting his arm in front of me, like I was gonna haul ass over there once I looked at her. Too bad for Twan cause I was already looking. I never seen her before, but um, shawty was bad. We all stopped as we watched her lil sexy short ass stretch, getting ready for her race. I did the Heisman on Twan’s ass, making him side step, and jogged up behind her.

  “Say ma, what’s your name?” I ask, licking my lips because this bitch is looking good as fuck. The closer I get to her, the more impressed I am. I can tell that her ass is fat and her waist is small, and since she’s only wearing tights and a sports bra, I can see that her titties ain't big. My only thing is I’m not use to dating dark skinned bitches. They have too much attitude for nothing, just like this bitch because she hasn’t even acknowledged that I’m standing here! Not to be conceited, but ya boy got it. Shit, I’m 6’2” and dark skinned. I keep my dreads fresh by getting them twisted once a week, and I stay in the gym. I know I’m the shit because these bitches be flocking! That's why I fuck ‘em, dodge ‘em, and keep it moving.

  “So, you’re just gonna ignore ya man?” I ask. I watch as she inhales deeply, then turns around looking like I slapped her damn mama. See what I mean? Dark skinned bitches just be mad for nothing!

  “My man?” she asks, and I’m thinking, bitch, not for real. See, I think all dark skinned females are bipolar, and I’m waiting on her to go from attitude to happiness to crying because that's what they be doing. Bitches got no fucking guidance.

  “So, what’s your name, Miss Lady?” I ask, completely ignoring her dumb ass
question. Of course, I didn’t really mean I’m her man, but I couldn’t walk up saying, ‘Girl you bad and I wanna fuck’, now could I?

  “Tamia. Tamia Anderson,” she answers like she’s nervous or something, so I know I got her. I can’t lie though, she’s the first dark skinned chick that didn’t give me any attitude, so I’m interested. She stuck her hand out like I was gone shake it! Ha! My first thought was to grab that ass and pull her to me, but I decided to be more respectful because like I said, these dark skinned bitches crazy! And when I say bitches, I mean no harm. Anyway, I grab her waist and pull her to me, and she stands there long enough for me to know that I can fuck.

  “Um…guy. I don’t know you, so keep your damn hands to yourself if you wanna keep them hoes!” she says, shocking the fuck out of me because even though I’m use to dark skinned chicks with attitude, it never be that bad with me! Shit, it's me! Rashard mother fucking Peterson, quarterback for UMA! Bitches be trying to get with me and here I am, getting handled by a dark skinned bitch! The best thing for me to do is walk away.

  “My bad, Miss Lady. I’m Rashard. Give me your phone, so I can put my number in it,” I say because looking into her beautiful big eyes, I can’t just walk away without trying. For some reason, she stares at me for a few seconds, then that unfamiliar look becomes all too familiar when I realize she’s choosing. Bitch bold because when she gets down to my dick, she just stares, like its gone hop off and run away and she don’t want to miss it.

  “You gone give me ya phone or stare at my dick all day?” I say and smirk at her, but she’s literally still staring at my dude. Fuck it, I think to myself because I can see that big ass phone in her track bag. I reach down and grab it, but the shit is locked.

  “What’s your code?” I ask because if she gonna be on my team, I’m going to need to know it anyway.

  “Nigga, I’m not giving you my damn code! What's the point in having one if I’ma give it to every silly mother fucker that asks for it?” she says, rolling her neck. And there it is! That attitude that people say black women have! Are y’all born angry? I swear, I have never met a happy black woman before. She gotta be rare as fuck because I only come across these bitches with attitude, and I know they all haven’t had a fucked up upbringing.

  Before I can respond to her, her Coach is calling her to start the race. I walk off to find Twan and Dre, and they’re in the stands ready to watch the race, so I head up there to ‘em.

  “You got your ass handed to ya, didn’t you?” Twan asks.

  “Naw, she’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet,” I reply.

  “Nigga, you bugging!” Dre said laughing, and I just shook my head.

  I can’t wait til football practice is over, so I can go chill or something. A nigga been up running around all day.

  POW!! The starter shoots the gun, and the race starts. I keep my eyes trained on Tamia. Her stride is on point, but I don’t know why she’s doing the 100-yard dash with no speed. She’s doing good though, keeping up with that other chick. I jump up when she passes her but then, she slows down and I’m like, what the fuck yo!

  “GO LEXUS BABY! RUN!” I heard a lady yelling, and I assume that she is the one that's picking up speed. Tamia is good, but that damn Lexus fast as fuck. It's like she lets you take off so you can think you’re about to win and be like, ‘lemme quit playing with these bitches’, and go ahead and pass you up. Needless to say, Lexus won and the lady is up here going crazy.

  I can still hear her screaming as I make my way back down the bleachers to the field.

  “You did good, Miss lady,” I say to Tamia, walking up to her.

  “Fuck off!” she yells and takes off running into their locker room. I started to yell, Bitch if you would have taken off like that in your race, you would have won hoe, but I didn’t. Fuck her.

  After football practice, I went home to take a shower and laid across my bed thinking about Tamia until Tiffany called, asking if she could come through.

  Tiffany is one of my jump-offs, but I never fuck her. I just let her give me head. I fucked her one time and her pussy game was poo. The shit wasn’t gripping or leaking, but her head game is on point, which is why I keep her around.

  Thirty minutes later, Tiffany shows up with an all-black lace thong and bra set with a sheer teddy on top of it. See, this another reason why all she can do for me is suck my dick. Bitch will go outside like this and think I’m going to add her to my roster? Naw, fuck that!

  She walks in slowly with some high ass red ‘fuck me’ heels on and my dick immediately sprang to attention. I let her push me down on the couch after pulling my shorts and boxers down because this is her show now.

  I watch as she pulls my nine-inch-thick dick out and make that mother fucker disappear! It takes everything in me not to moan out like a bitch. I ought to kick this bitch in her face for sucking my dick this damn good! She goes from sucking dick to licking my balls. Then, she hums with my balls in her mouth and jacking my shit off at the same time! I swear, she’s the truth. She leans back up and deep throats me again, and I feel my nut rising as my dick jumps in her mouth. She starts sucking real fast then she moves to the head, sucking hard and jacking off the rest. Now, a nigga’s toes curling. I think I died twice when I released in her mouth and she swallowed it all like a champ. I just closed my eyes ready for a nap.

  I felt this bitch sliding a condom down my shit! “Oh no ma'am, you know that ain't what we do,” I say, pushing her away from me and snatching the condom off my dick. Bitch thinks she's slick trying to wait until I was dozing off. “Get yo ass out!” I say and push her towards the door, before she can fix her mouth to say anything.

  “Come on Shard! Why you always doing me like this when you know I love you!” she screams.

  “Love these nuts!” I say as I kick her out my damn house for playing with me. Now that that's over, I can take my ass to sleep.

  Tamia

  Honestly, I knew who Rashard was before he told me. He was extremely popular because of athletics, football to be exact. I just didn’t have time to be another notch on his belt. See, I’m what I like to call a “good hood bitch”. What I mean by that is I have book and street sense. I start no trouble but if you bring it to me, then you better be ready because ya girl TTG! (Trained to go) I was taught to always be ready so you never have to get ready. I’m 5’0”, small breasts, and got a waist that's screaming FIND ME, which is making my ass look bigger than it is. I run track for UMA, which is how I met Rashard, officially anyway.

  “Say ma, what’s ya name?” I heard someone call out as I stretched, getting ready for my hundred-meter dash. I literally hate for someone to call me ma. I don’t know why these bitches keep giving birth to these niggas. I say bitches because women have gentleman, ha ha. Some logic.

  “So, you gone ignore your man?” This time, I stood upright because he was closer. This nigga just called himself my man and I’m thinking, where the fuck they do that at?

  “My man?” I asked with my lip turned up and giving him attitude for days. See, I gotta give a nigga attitude that look like this because my panties got wet, on the slick. I ain’t trying to be fucking this nigga under the bleachers. Um, because I will. It's been four years since I had sex because my ex-boyfriend, Amere, cheated on me.

  “So, what’s your name, Miss Lady?” he smirked, completely ignoring my question. When he licked his lips, gosh, they were full and plump! That fat pink tongue made my clit jump and I had to cross my legs.

  “Tamia. Tamia Anderson.” I respond, sticking my hand out to shake his, but he put his strong hands on my damn near invisible waist line and pulled me in for a hug. If my panties weren’t wet a second ago, then them bitches are drenched now! I look into his eyes and roll mine inwardly as I step out of his embrace and remove his hands from my waist.

  “Um… guy. I don’t know you so keep your damn hands to yourself, if you wanna keep them hoes!” I say with a twist of my neck and turn to walk away, only for him to grab my wrist soft
ly. The look I gave him caused him to put both hands in the air as he laughed the sexiest laugh I ever heard.

  “My bad, Miss Lady. I’m Rashard. Give me your phone, so I can put my number in it,” he stated, shocking the fuck out of me. Normally, these niggas can’t handle my mouth and once I give ‘em attitude, they go from ‘excuse me miss’ to ‘fuck you then bitch’ or my favorite, ‘you ain’t shit anyway’. But not Rashard’s sexy chocolate ass. No, he doesn’t care about all that mouth I just gave him. I allowed my eyes to travel all over his smooth chocolate skin. He has hazel eyes, perfect teeth, full lips, his dreads are freshly twisted and the way his sweatpants are hanging around his waist loosely, leaving nothing to the imagination, is doing something to me. I’m literally standing here, staring at this man’s dick print.

  “You gone give me ya phone or stare at my dick all day?” he asked with a smirk, snapping me out of my dicknopsis state. Yeah, I made that shit up. What else would you call being mesmerized by somebody’s meat? Then, this nigga’s cocky and I’m loving that he’s straight up, but I’m hating it too because this nigga’s fine as fuck. If I’m digging him now, after only a couple of minutes of conversation, what will I do if he fucks me good?

  I guess Rashard figured I wasn’t moving fast enough because he reached in my Nike one strap track bag, pulling out my IPhone 6. “What’s your code?” he asks.