Page 1 of He Snatched My Soul

It’s a small world, so you have to be careful who you allow to snatch your soul in the middle of the night. A nameless and faceless one-night stand can come back to haunt you, and not in a good way. When fate decides to intervene, it’s almost always cruel.

Modesty and Jamian find themselves being tortured by one another’s presence, but business must go on, and money needs to be made… no matter how uncomfortable things get. Modesty finds herself connected to Jamian in a way she cannot escape, and Jamian fights hard to pretend he’s never crossed paths with Modesty. However, façades can only be kept up for so long, especially in close quarters.

Jamian may have snatched Modesty’s soul with his alluring presence and skilled, masculine body, but can she snatch his heart when it’s all said and done… does she even want to?

There was nothing like some good-ass head, but the stripper bitch who begged to suck my dick until the skin came off was straight trash. She popped all that shit ’bout how she can make my dick disappear down her throat, with no hands and shit, but couldn’t get my dick to touch her tonsils. Of course, a nigga wasn’t going to turn down some head. I brought shorty up to my boy Omar's office at his club so lil’ mama could show and prove. Now, this bitch is gagging and complaining that my dick is too big. I ain’t got time for this shit.

“Ayo, get up shorty!” I pushed ol’ girl off me and stood to pull up my pants.

“I’m sorry, Bless, let me try again,” she begged.

“Naw, I’m good. You can bounce up outta here, whack mouth.”

“You didn’t give me time to get a good rhythm. I wasn’t expecting your dick to be that huge…” she whined.

“Man, you've been down there for ten minutes. Go on with that shit, bruh.”

She had a nigga thinking she was some type of Superhead. Lying ass hoe! Now, I gotta walk around with my balls heavy. I would fuck, but the pussy is probably trash, like her mouth.

She clicked her teeth and rolled her eyes as she pulled her tight dress over her ass. I ain’t give a fuck about her attitude. I should be the one mad. Got a nigga thinking he was about to bust a good-ass nut, only to be disappointed.

After kicking that bitch out, I went and cleaned my dick off before heading back to my section. Today was the grand opening of Omar’s new club. We had been homies since the sandbox, so, of course, I was gonna show up to support. I was proud of him. He was making big moves in the streets and is now the owner of a strip club. Maybe, one day I’ll open up some shit. Right now, my business is running my father’s company. As I walked through the crowded club, some chick bumped into me, almost spilling her drink on my new J’s. She was lucky she was fine as hell, or I would have cursed her ass out.

“Watch where you are going, jerk!” She tried to walk away, but I caught her by the arm and pulled her back in my direction.

“Ayo, you bumped into me. Give a nigga your number, and all is forgiven.” I licked my lips as I sized her up. Shorty was bad as fuck, with a fat ass and big titties.

Snatching her arm from me, she twisted her face up at me like a nigga stink or something. “Don’t be putting your filthy hands on-” She stopped short of her words and looked at me like she’d seen a ghost.

“You good, baby girl?” I asked, concerned. Shorty looked possessed or some shit.

“Yes. Now move around, asshole.” She sassed, snapping out of it. As she strutted her sexy ass off, I watched that fat booty bounce, shaking like Jello as she walked towards the restrooms.

That’s why I only fuck with ratchet hoes. These bougie bitches be crazy as fuck and be thinking they are the shit. Lil’ mama probably wasn’t getting any dick at home. If she was, I bet that nigga ain’t hitting that pussy right.

Walking up the steps to VIP, I entered the section. Omar was sitting on the leather couch with a drink in one hand and blunt in the other. For this to be his opening night, my boy looked like he had the world on his shoulders.

“Damn, that was quick,” Omar joked.

I grunted, snatching the bottle of Henny off the table, and plopped down beside him. “Man, that hoe was capping. She couldn’t even handle my shit.” I shook my head. “Fine for no damn reason.”

“Don’t be making that shit a habit. I’m trying to run a legitimate business, not a hoe house.”

“Listen to you. Don’t be acting all brand new now that you're a businessman. You got more hoes than me, fam.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, and that shit caught up with me. Now, I’m trying to set an example for my baby girl when she gets older. You better not let Sasha find out you’re scooping out other bitches.” He laughed.

“Sasha ain’t my bitch. She already knows what it is.”Sasha was some chick I met a few months back in Walmart. She’s cool, and her pussy is good, so I keep her around. Nothing serious. A nigga wasn’t looking to be tied down. “But I feel you on trying to be a better man. I still can’t believe you're about to be a father.”

Omar took two big pulls from his blunt and blew a cloud of smoke in the air. “Me either.”

“Lyric still on her bullshit?”

Lyric was his baby mama. They had a one-night stand that resulted in a baby.

“Yeah. But I can’t blame her, though. I did put her through some shit. Right now, I’m just focusing on taking care of my baby.”

“That’s what’s up.”

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