Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets (4 page)

   He was the plug and his team needed him and walking away wasn’t easy. Black passed his empire down to his son Landon when he was seventeen years old. Black was married before to a beautiful woman named Victoria. Ms. Donna would always talk about her around the house all the time. She made sure she expressed that Victoria was her favorite daughter-in-law. Until she cheated on Black. It broke Black’s heart, making him put a wall up and not trust women. He never had to worry about the street life or a woman being after his money, his mother would always say. She loved Black and his son Landon, the king of the West Coast.

    Together they supplied the streets with the purest cocaine to ever touch the streets of Las Vegas and Henderson. Like father like son. Black provided him the blueprint to making them richer. Landon had the key to the city and with his father a well known old G, they were powerful and nothing could stop them.

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  A New Day

    Before I knew it I was eighteen. I didn't know what I was going to do with my life. I didn't have any job experience. I had a driver’s license but no car. I didn’t have any family or any way to take care of my five-year-old nephew and I half-assed did that. I loved him but I wasn't ready to be no mother. I will be honest; when I was fifteen years old I got pregnant by Dior. When I told my mother, she made me get an abortion. I didn’t try to protest because I was young and had my whole life ahead of me. I didn't know how to tell him so I kept it a secret. Dior’s father had died a few weeks before I found out I was pregnant and I knew if I told him it would have broken his heart. Dior always told me he didn't believe in abortions. He felt like babies were a blessing and if he was to ever find out what I did I knew he would never forgive me.

       When I got that abortion it was the worst thing I could do. But I knew I had to get rid of it because my mother was already taking care of my sister’s baby and she didn’t need me to bring another baby into this world. Plus, seeing how Mercedes struggled raising Mason it was enough to make me realize that I didn’t need a baby.  I also saw what struggling to raise three girls did to my mother. She didn’t want the same for me or my sisters. She didn't regret having kids, but she felt like she wasted our lives because she couldn’t take care of us like a mother should.

     My father left her when she was six months pregnant with me. That only made her grind harder for us. I didn’t care how she got her money; I still loved her either way, and she made sure we didn’t have to want or need for anything.

      Staring down at Mason I thought about Ms. Donna. If it wasn’t for her stepping in to help take care of Mason, I would be a nervous wreck. She took him to daycare every morning. She cooked for him, nurtured him, and gave him the love I couldn't give him.

        I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was walking back and forth in my bedroom packing my things when I heard Black’s car pull up into the driveway. He was driving a brand new all-black 2011 Bentley. He was forty years old but didn’t look a day over twenty-five. He had a muscular body. I could tell he worked out every day.

      When he smiled he had the prettiest white teeth I'd ever seen. When he spoke his voice sent chills throughout my body. He had the sexiest, smoothest deep voice I’d ever heard. He didn’t have any grey hair and his hairline was perfect with a head full of jet-black curly hair. 

        Black showed me what a real man was supposed to do and that was to provide and protect. He took his mother to get groceries every week. He would always bring her fresh flowers and help out around the house. I could appreciate a man who cared about the little things.

     Black not only made sure we were well taken care of, he also paid extra attention to my needs.  He made me feel special. He took me shopping and always kept my hair and nails done. I never mentioned it to him but I was starting to fall in love. I guess now that I was feeling grown I felt like I was ready for a man of his caliber.  

     I guess that's when it started; the morning after my birthday. Black was visiting after spending half of the month in Arizona. As always, the first place he stopped when he got back was here. I woke up feeling like shit from drinking and smoking with Paige and December the night before. I never imaged my eighteenth birthday would be this way. It had only been six months since their deaths and I was still depressed over losing my family.

         I desperately wanted to wake up and find that this was one of those crazy nightmares I always have. The sad reality was that it wasn't a dream. I wasn't waking up from this nightmare and I couldn't celebrate life knowing my mother and sisters were dead. This would be my first birthday in eighteen years that I wouldn’t see my mother’s beautiful face as she sang happy birthday to me.

      I always had my sisters by my side. We were super close. Mercedes and Porsha were more than my real sisters; they were my best friends. We were there for each other through thick and thin. I started to cry thinking about them. I missed talking to my sisters. I missed stealing all of their clothes. I missed staying up late with them and talking about everything under the sun.

        I was staring down at the only picture I had of them. It was Easter Day, one of our favorite holidays. My mother was holding Mason on her lap while we stood behind her. That was the last picture we took that I could hold in my hand. It was precious to me.

         As I was wiping the tears away, Black walked into my bedroom. It was Christmas morning and it was 55 degrees outside with the sun shining brightly into the room. Ms. Donna was in the kitchen bright in early cooking breakfast. She made my favorite blue berry waffles, cheesy eggs, crispy bacon and fresh juice. This was supposed to be the perfect day to be a queen. But, I had no intentions on leaving my room. I was going to stay in bed, watch Lifetime movies and eat Pizza. I just wanted to sleep the day away but Black had other plans.

        Black handed me two beautiful, long stem red roses and a big Nordstrom shopping bag.  I was surprised to get something from Black, especially a gift, because it was my birthday and he didn’t acknowledge it.

     Inside of the bag I had a white Chanel pocketbook and matching heels. As I looked further into the bag there was a key to his Rolls Royce, which he had purchased two weeks ago, and a gold house key.

        I asked him what this key was for and he told me it was a key to his house and he wanted me to drive there. I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. God had answered my prayers. Mason and I were going to be staying with him. We were going to have a home and I knew Black was going to take good care of us. “Black you've already done so much for Mason and I. You are amazing.” I said to him as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Baby girl you’re a woman now and you deserve to be with a real man. A man who can provide the type of lifestyle you've always dreamed of. You belong to me and as long as you’re my woman I will always be amazing to you.” Black said as he came closer invading my personal space. I took a deep breath. I was nervous and I could sense that Black felt it too.

    It seemed like everything was happening so fast. That’s when he kissed me and got inside of the bed. Right there inside of his mother’s house he was kissing and feeling on my body. Black lifted my t-shirt above my head, tossing it to the floor and then my panties next. He moved down to the bottom of the bed, spreading my legs apart. Without warning he started to devour my pussy.

     He sucked and kissed in between my inner thighs. I couldn’t hold back as I filled his mouth with my juices. To my surprise, Black had a nice-sized dick. I was so caught up in the fact I was going to live with Black and that everything was going to be okay, I didn’t realize I let the words I love you roll off my tongue. I whispered it into his ears a few times. I was hoping he would say it back but he just flipped me over on my stomach. Without warning he slid all nine inches of his thick manhood into my warm tunnel.  I arched my back, inviting him deeper inside. A few minutes later our bodies shook uncontrollably.

      He was an old man but not physically. His chest and abs were ripped; I just disliked his chest hair. Thankfully it wasn’t nasty looking. It fit his sexy caramel skin tone.   

   Finally, he came inside of me and rolled over. He lay there breathing hard. He kissed me on my forehead and my neck. He told me I had the best pussy he had ever had in his entire life and a few seconds later he was asleep. We cuddled for the next few hours.

     In a short amount of time he had showed me the utmost respect and generosity. I can’t wait to get Mason dressed, I thought to myself as I got up to go into the bathroom and take a shower. Once I closed the bathroom door I started doing my happy dance. I couldn’t thank God enough. God really came through and blessed me with this beautiful man.       

     I opted for a birdbath and then put on a black crop top, jeans, and some Steve Madden heels. I let my hair hang down to my shoulders, applied my favorite Victoria’s Secret Love Spell perfume, and I was ready to go.

      As I sat in the passenger’s seat with Black in the driver’s seat, I felt like I hit the jackpot.  I was a baller’s wifey. I was wifey to one of the biggest kingpins in the city. Back in the day Black used to hustle and when he reached his high level in the game he retired and turned his dirty money into clean money with the nightclub.

       I knew bitches thought I was dead but I knew once I rode through the hood next to a legendary trap god they would flip the fuck out. It would blow their minds knowing that I had risen and was a rich bitch. Black’s name rang bells in the streets of Las Vegas and Henderson, so why wouldn’t I want to be with a man like him? He was an original gangster and I loved being around him.

      I was hesitant at first but I wanted what was best for Mason. He needed a father and a man in his life that would make sure he would be taken care of. When Black saved me from the fire, I felt like I owed him my life.

     That’s how I ended up with my man Demetrius James a.k.a. Black. He came into my life and changed it. I was eighteen. I wasn’t used to a grown man or money.  He truly was an angel in disguise and every woman’s dream. He was my dream come true.

        From that day on we started dating. He moved me out of the hood and into this expensive two-floor, five-bedroom apartment situated high atop the Empire building overlooking North Las Vegas and downtown. The Grand Canyon was my backyard.

       The size of the apartment was stunning and elegant. Walking into the apartment, the first thing you saw was the spacious living room. We had floor-to-ceiling windows that covered the majority of the walls. There was a small fireplace in the center of the living room with our 60-inch Samsung flat screen television mounted on the wall. We had a long smoke grey sectional separating the living room from the massive dining room.  We had a gourmet style kitchen with stainless steel appliances, cherry wood cabinets, and granite countertops. There were five bathrooms: one in the master bedroom, one in Mason’s room, one in each of the two hallways, and one in his office.

     The staircase led to the second floor where the five bedrooms were situated. Mason stayed in one room, three doors away from my room. We had two guest rooms, an office, and a fitness room. The second floor balcony overlooked the beautiful, marbled, outdoor pool in the backyard. There was a barbecue area and patio where parties could be held. It was also a basketball court, tennis court and golf course.

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     I had everything a woman should have at the age of eighteen. That was the greatest gift in life and I was looking forward to my new future with Black.  Although he was twenty-three years older than me, he never made me feel like a teen. Instead, I felt like a woman. But Black was way out of my league.