Voorheeze & Clarkola by De'Kari

Author:De'Kari [De'Kari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2019-04-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter XIV

And So, It Begins

(Back in Union City)

She was the definition of perfection to many men. The type of woman every man dreamed of, squares, playas, gangstas, dope fiends, d-Boyz, hell it didn’t matter she was what they all wanted. What they all fanaticized about while fucking their old ladies. This chick was what the convicts envisioned while beating their dicks in their cells at night.

She was 6’0” and 220lbs of pure, dark, chocolate thickness. Her hair was all natural, thick, healthy and down past her shoulders. Her juicy 38DD breast sat up just right. Not too perky, not too much sag. Her ass was just as big as Tieka’s if not bigger. It sat perfectly at the top of her long, firm thick legs. The type of legs a nigga would want wrapped around his head.

She was outright breath taking. She had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen! But her two best qualities above all was her intellect and her huge heart! Her heart was bigger than mother Teresa’s. Yet there was no room for him in that heart.

Sniff! Sniff! Voorheeze’ face was so numb he could no longer tell if he was getting a drain or not from the coke. Thoughts of her constantly haunted his mind. He’d stopped at the AM/PM on Alvarado Niles to get some gas and something to drink.

He figured he would play with his nose before he pulled off. He didn’t know why she’d popped in his head at the moment. Lisa was neva far from his thoughts. Hell, he was in love with her and she didn’t know it.

But why would he think about her now? Guilt, that was why. Even though they weren’t together, and she was married to some nigga who didn’t deserve her, in his mind she belonged to him and he belonged to her. So, whenever he slept with another woman Voorheeze would feel guilty like he was cheating on Lisa. He was heading home to beat the brakes off Danika’s pussy and his conscious was fucking with him. Lisa was on his mind and in his heart.

Voorheeze was able to pull up the camera monitors inside the house on his phone, so he knew Danika’s answer about staying or not. He’d called her as he was getting off the freeway to let her know he would be there soon. When he called the house phone she didn’t pick up until she heard his voice come over the intercom.

“This nigga is on some next level high tech shit” she thought as he told her he was on his way. It was a little after 12:30pm so she was laid in the huge California King bed waiting on him.

All day she had been driving herself crazy trying to figure out what she should do. Last night was some real fairy tale shit. All the shit LaMont was doing was foreign to her. She was a hood chick, she wasn’t used to all of that.

Voorheeze turned onto Santa Elena Way and drove to the end of the street.

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