Her Name Is Karma

By Cat Crape

Successful salon owner, London Yates has her own everything. Her own business, her own car and her own condo. The only thing this ambitious young woman has never owned is her own man. London has been a successful mistress who receives pleasure from being the other woman. Not being obligated by love has proven to heighten her focus on her finances... in her mind. But she was blindsided when she met and fell in love with the successful single bachelor Sean Cash. Opening up a new world of real love seemed to be threatening a happily ever after for London. But will she accept this new found love? Will she fall back into her mistress ways? Will Sean end up being as perfect as he seems? Or will their happily ever after be filled with deception, lies and visits from the infamous Karma?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jai Ellis
• Release date: May 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311349019

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Her Name Is Karma

By

Cat Crape

Smashwords Edition Copyright 2016 by Elite Ink Publishing & Cat Crape

Copyright 2016 by Elite Ink Publishing and Cat Crape

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be used for reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the publisher except in the case of a brief quotations embodied in critical reviews. Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any Web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dedication:

This book is dedicated to my granny, Earnestine Crape.  May your soul rest in peace. I promised to make you proud.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my strong and passionate mother, Phoebe Crape. You are truly my number one fan and my idol. Thank you for reminding me to never give up on my dreams and raising me to be an independent thinker.

I would like to thank my dad, Michael Henderson, for being the cause of my talents and showing by example how to make life happen and not to depend on anyone to give me anything. You are part of my hustler spirit.

To my children, Jayel and Samir, you guys are the reason for my breath. Everything I do is for your future. Thank you guys for making me a parent. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

All of my family and friends who supported me through this journey, I love you all. Thank you.

Contents

Introduction

1 Sean Cash

2 Opening Night

3 Together Again

4 Yes

5 The Engagement

6 Party! Party! Party!

7 Icy Toes

8 Bye, Bye, Love

9 Lonely Nights

10 Here Comes Johnnie

11 Slipped fell and landed…

12 In Love?!

13 Caught

14 The Funeral

15 Happily Ever After

Her name is Karma

Introduction

When you take someone else’s man, trust and believe that the same way you got him is the same way you will lose him. Karma has no exceptions. She is ruthless and doesn’t own forgiveness. When you fuck a married man, your husband will get fucked. When you chase someone else’s man, someone will chase yours. When you try and break up relationships you will have no luck maintaining one of your own. This is just something the ladies need to know.

There has been a time where I found myself attracted to someone else’s man, and yes I fucked him. But just like my shadow, that bitch Karma followed me, and she fucked my man. Over and over again. And then she became bold. She rubbed it in. She made sure I knew her name, her face, and where she lived.

I thought she would know her place, but that bitch ain’t got no manners. She came in, did her duty, and then left me heart broken, crying and fighting for my man. I fought the bitch for a while, but she wouldn’t budge.

I knew she was coming for me because I had heard stories of her. How she comes around swaying her hips, shaking her ass, spending her cash, cooking those meals, wearing those heels and letting him cop those feels. I swear I’m not trying to rhyme or be poetic. I’m just trying to tell you ladies how Karma gets down!

Could I be mad at her? Hell no! She only taught me the lesson that most women never learn. There are still all kinds of vixens, cougars and grandmothers out to steal away some taken man. Now, I’m not just blaming Karma for her seduction because my man should’ve known better. But men are only going to be men. It starts with us; the women. It starts with what we allow and ends with what we let them get away with.

But, that was only one taken man I had sex with. There were more. There were even men that I cheated on with other taken men. Though I have never slept with a friend’s man, or a family member’s man, or even a married man, what I was doing was still considered wrong.

I mean, I had even dated someone and then had sex with and fell for his brother. With a track record like this, Karma put a hit out on my black ass! I was never one to sleep with any or every man that looked my way, yet I got a thrill out of fooling around with men that didn’t belong to me.

To go back and analyze my thoughts at the time is pointless but I’m going to do it anyway. It was easy to fuck with a taken man because I knew he wouldn’t expect more than sex from me. I didn’t want kids, I didn’t want to get married, and I didn’t want someone clocking my every move.

Even when I was with someone, I cheated with other taken men because there was no room for clinginess. They had women to go home to and I had a man awaiting my call. I had it all figured out and I was living wild and free. But then I fell in love and gave Karma her opening.

Now women don’t get me wrong, these things happen to the best of us. The classiest, most sophisticated and most respectable woman can find herself in this situation. You don’t have to be a slut to be visited by Karma. Maybe you forgot about that dude you met in college that had a girlfriend but you needed to feel him inside of you one good time and then return him to his woman. Or maybe you fail to remember the one nightstand you had with that guy you met at the club and you were so drunk that you ignored the ring on his left hand.

I bet a lot of you are reading this and thinking yea I’ve been there but… fuck the ‘buts.’ Karma can care less about the ‘buts.’ No, I’m not judging you but my heart was so critically shattered by Karma that I quickly understood that she was showing me how I made someone feel back when I was possessed by her.

I could sit here and give you all kinds of excuses. Hell, I tried to convince myself that I had an excuse to sleep with another woman’s man. I said the well, it’s not like I’m trying to take her place because I know mine. I also tried the I’m single. I don’t know the bitch so why should I care about her feelings. And let’s not forget the famous, she must not be doing something right or else he wouldn’t be between my damn legs!

Yes, I’ve said and heard it all. But let’s face it ladies; there is absolutely no excuse. When being the woman burned, would you make excuses for your man’s mistress? I wouldn’t either. I wanted the bitch to rot in hell for helping my man break my heart. No matter her state of mind, I didn’t deserve that…or did I?

1: Sean Cash

I woke up to five text messages on my phone on a Saturday morning. It was only eight o’clock in the morning and guys were already on my ass. I had to be at work by at least ten to set up for my ten thirty client. I knew that the shop would be in order when I got there because I had left the right person in charge; Beck.

Now even though Beck wasn’t a hair stylist, she was the only person I trusted to help run my salon. She helped to keep the books in order, and to keep busy when I wasn’t there she shampooed a few heads, slapped in a few perms, and whipped the slackers in shape when things looked out of order. If I didn’t know anything else, I knew that I could trust Beck to handle business.

She majored in accounting so she was good with money therefore I pay her well. She was my closest friend aside from my two other best friends, Lisa and Toni, who went away to college and never came back.

Lisa went to Atlanta and fell in love with the place. Toni didn’t go that far, though. She went to Southern Illinois University, which was still in state. She visited, but it was nothing like the old days when we were inseparable, the four of us. We were as fly as we wanted to be, yet we were no dummies. All classes were passed, tests were aced and attendance was outstanding.

We were no cheerleaders at all, more like captain of the debate team, member of the drama club and class president. Yet we were social butterflies. Our clothes were always hot and our hair was always tight, thanks to me.

I was the aspiring beautician and I practiced in my girls’ hair. They brought me clients and helped my business grow so I had to make sure they never had a bad hair day. By the time senior year rolled around I was making the money of a fulltime beautician, all while keeping my grades up. I never wanted to just pass, I wanted to exceed. Not only to make my mother proud, but because everyone including teachers and counselors didn’t think much of a girl who wanted to do hair for a living.

I wanted to show them that I could be highly intelligent and not attend a four-year university. It was something about the lack of support that pushed me even further. They praised me for being a good student, but when they heard my career choice I was looked down upon as if I was wasting my intelligence. I showed them.

By the time I turned twenty I was running my own salon with three stylists in my mother’s basement. Two years later I rented out my spot up north and became an official business owner.

****

When I read my messages I was completely caught off guard by one in particular.

Sean: I want to hear your voice the minute you wake up.

The rest of the messages didn’t matter because I quickly hit the call button. I didn’t even give myself a chance to brush my teeth, let alone get out of bed. I felt like I had to do as commanded.

What’s up sexy? he greeted me.

I instantly smiled.

What’s up papa?

You want breakfast? he asked.

I got a client at 10:30, boo.

Then how fast can you be ready?

Faster than you can get here, I said with a smile from ear to ear.

I was feeling like a teenager being asked to prom by the boy everyone wanted. That was somewhat the case when it came to Sean.

He was the biggest club promoter in the city and the nightlife was his kingdom. He wasn’t Denzel fine but he had Jay-Z swag, which made him a hot commodity to the ladies. When I met him, I paid him no mind and I had no idea who he was.

I was at a Mercedes-Benz dealership picking up my car from the service department. I was a little irritated with the whole ordeal so the last thing I needed was some asshole flirting with me. Just as I was handing my credit card to the cashier, he walked up on the side of me and said, Excuse me Ms. Lady.

I gave him the dirtiest look without even realizing it. Letting me know he sensed it he continued.

I don’t mean to bother you but do you go to clubs at all? he asked.

Sometimes. Why?

Well, I wanted to drop this card on you just in case you and ya girls kickin’ it this weekend, y’all can come to my spot and I’ll hook y’all up.

I couldn’t help but notice his charm. He had this smoothness in his voice that was enough to ease any kind of pain. Watching his lips move I noticed how perfectly lined and plump they were…kissable.

His skin was the perfect shade of caramel, and smooth like it too. His eyes were low; I assumed he smoked weed or something because they were unnaturally low. His height excited me. He looked about 6’3. For a woman that’s only 4’11, a tall man is like a challenge, and challenges excited me.

Suddenly, my bitchiness disappeared but no smile emerged. I couldn’t