First chapter to All of Me. Enjoyyyyyy💋
Khadijah & Trey in the media

"Silly of me, devoted so much time, to find you unfaithful boy, I nearly lost my mind." -Monica Brown

Trey

"Who the fuck is she Trey!?" Khadijah screamed in my face.

"Man calm the fuck down! You really need to chill the hell out for real!" I shot back at her, looking her dead in her eyes.

Man I know I'm caught now, and I know there is no way to explain this to Khadijah, my girlfriend of three years, that I've been cheating on her. She been my rock through everything, she was there for me when I first became a king pin, to the time I got locked up over drug possession doing hard time. She held me down and never once thought about cheating. I could tell she hurting bad and I regret everything.

"Oh you want me to chill out?" She calmly asked catching me off guard. "I'll chill out when you tell me who the bitch is so I can leave!" Her eyes were red and full of tears. I watched as the tears fell down her caramel complexion.

How did I let things go so far?

"Baby please listen to me, those hoes out there mean nothing to me. I wanna marry you, I want you to have my kids baby I'm so sorry. If I could take it all back I would." I said.

I know she not going for it, she had this cold emotionless look in her eyes that I've never seen before.

"No. No. No, there is no redo this time...I'm d-d-done." She choked out as she cried uncontrollably.

"Baby please stop crying. You know I love you and you the only woman for me. Please we been through too much." I said to her looking deep in her eyes. I tried to find any sign of hope in her big brown eyes but I think I lost her for real this time.

This is the third time since I got out of jail that she's caught me cheating on her. But I really do love her, I don't know why I mess with these hoes out here when I have somebody like Khadijah. I know I've been taking her for granted but I've realized now that she the only person I want or need. I watched Khadijah as she slid down the wall to the floor crying louder.

I walked over to her and placed my hand on her arm in attempt to pull her up but she wasn't having it. Before I knew it she hit me dead in my face and jumped up swinging and punching me.

"After all we been through! You stupid dog ass nigga! I hate you! I hate you!" Khadijah cried out while still punching me anywhere she could.

I grabbed her arms and backed her into the wall, I could see the fear in her eyes. I ain't never put my hands on her and I ain't about to start.

"Dijah, look, I'm telling you baby ain't nobody ever gon' take yo place. I love you not them hoes out there." I said with my lips brushing softly against hers. I looked down at her and it's killing me knowing that my baby is hurting, and it's because of my actions. As I watched her cry, I thought about when we first met.

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I pull into the lot of Saks Fifth Avenue in my jet black 2012 Ford Mustang, the windows are tinted, and I got Drake and Future's new album bumpin' through the speakers. After I park I get out the car dressed in Polo from head to toe. I'm wearing a gray Ralph Lauren hoodie with the matching sweatpants, and some black polo boots, nothing too major. But of course I had to add a few pieces of jewelry to complete my swag. I have on two gold chains with crosses on them, along with a flashy gold Movado watch and I got my gold grills in. I know I look good, and so do all the ladies that's looking at me as I walk towards the building.

The ladies love me, I'm 6'3 with a light skin tone and tats all over. I got a low cut with waves on swim, I know I'm the shït. Some people think of me as cocky, but it ain't trickin' if you got it.

I know where I live, in Southside Chicago, ain't nothing but gold-diggin' hoes out here and I ain't gettin myself caught up with none of 'em. But something catches my eye as I walk towards the building. A caramel skin toned, 5'3, thick thighs, slim waist, pretty face just walked past me. She got some long curly natural hair, and a fatty. I think I see a goddess. This the prettiest girl I ever seen, and I'm bouta get her.

"Wassup shorty, how you doing?" I ask her looking at her astonishing figure. "My face is up here nigga." She snaps at me with a sexy ass attitude. I can't even lie those True Religion jeans she got on doing her body right. She has on a plain white V-neck, with some pink UGG boots along with her Trues, she has on a pair of diamond stud earrings, and a black and gray Michael Kors purse to finish it off. I know she keep herself up, and I love that in a woman.

"My bad shorty, how you doin'? And may I ask ya name?" I say with a smooth ass tone. I know she like that, all the ladies do. "For one I ain't ya shorty...and I'm good, you can call me Kk." She says with a smirk that makes me even more crazy about her. "Kk, I know that ain't ya real name, be real with me." I tell her flashing my golds at her. She shifts her weight to one leg as if she got something smart to say. "Khadijah. And you?" She asks. "Khadijah...I like that, and I'm Trey." I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands together.

"Where ya mans at?" I ask her low key trying to see if she is single. "I don't have a man, and that was smooth." She giggles admiring my charm. It's something about her that got me going crazy. "Well, can I get ya number and maybe we can link up sometime." "Sure, put it in your phone." She says catching me off guard with her lil mean ass. I like that mean shït though, it's sexy as hell. I pull out my space gray I-Phone 6s Plus and hand it to her. She puts her number in and saves is under Kk with a kissy emoji. She hands me my phone and walks away before I can say anything else. I can't wait to call her.

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Khadijah

Trey picked me up and carried me bridal style to our master bedroom. He laid me on the bed and kissed me from my lips to my belly button. He began taking off my leggings and he pulled his shirt off.

"I'm sorry baby." He mumbled then took my womanhood into his mouth. I gasped in pleasure as he flicked his tongue up and down on my pussy.

"No Trey, we not doing this no m-" I tried to speak but he flicked his tongue on my clit with his middle and index finger inside of me going in and out.

"Ahhhh!" I yelled in pure pleasure, I came all over his fingers while breathing heavy.

"So you don't want this dick baby?" He asked me smirking. I refuse to go through this again.

"No Trey, I don't, I'm not doing this with you. I'm done" I said with tears filling my eyes again.

I'm so tired of crying over this nigga. I got up and walked towards the door, but Trey snatched me back and pins me against the wall.

"Nigga let me go!" I yelled crying all over again. He kissed me and my cries turned into soft moans and whimpers.

"Yea you like that huh?" Trey asked biting his bottom lip as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He had his dick positioned between my legs rubbing it against my clit.

"You want it baby?" He said in my ear making me so wet.

I leaned back in his ear, "No, I'm not doing this, I'm done nigga."

He looked at me in shock and moved out my way. I told him I was done, he don't get it. I'm moving out tomorrow I need a fresh start. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm getting the hell out of here that's for sure.

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