Love Sex & Mayhem

By Chastity Adams

Andre Carter has never given a woman love or affection until he meets Kierra Murphy. Despite previously viewing these emotions with disdain, he is now willing to allow her inside of his heart. As they indulge in gratifying love, an ex-lovers' catastrophic rage of jealousy threatens to destroy their solid bond.
Love is like a drug, and sex is one of the most powerful forces known to man. When blended together these two things can be very explosive, sometimes causing more pain than pleasure. Only time will tell if this commitment will be strong enough for Andre and Kierra to conquer all the obstacles threatening to tear their relationship apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chastity Adams
• Release date: Jan 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370283538

Chastity Adams

Chastity Adams was born on May 31, 1982 in Wilson North Carolina. She grew up in the small town Stantonsburg, North Carolina. She was raised by her grandmother, Josephine Jacob Johnson. Because of her shyness, the things that she wanted to express but could not say seemed to come out easier on paper. And when she was eleven years old her grandmother bought her a diary as a Christmas gift. Which Chastity soon realized that not only was writing fun, it was also therapeutic, and there was power in putting a pen to paper. She immediately fell in love with the passion of being able to creatively express herself. Her writing started out simple with diary entries and poetry. When she got to high school and became involved in relationships, drama, sex, all the trials teenagers go through, she began recording these events in the form of short stories, pulling inspiration from friends and classmates, along with her own personal experiences which brought her stories to life. After the passing of her grandmother on December 3, 1999, Chastity started writing more and more, sometimes all day, writing was her outlet from the pain she constantly felt as she tried to adjust to life without her grandmother. Chastity Adams started out as a self-published author under the pen name Miss Radiance pushing her work with the help of amazon.com, Createspace, and Kindle Direct Publishing. She did this for two years until she signed with G Street Chronicles in January 2015. This deal opened doors to a new reading market for her, and also made it possible for her to meet, get to know, and be inspired, by her now Mentor Best Selling Author of The Pussy Trap Series...NeNe Capri. No longer affiliated with G Street Chronicles and back on her grind as an independent author, she felt it was time for a new, sexier, more edgy and mature brand so Chastity Adams was born. She has currently released her first of many novels to come. Her first erotic romance titled Treacherous Desire is available on amazon.com and Queencitybullies.com. She is also working on her next release Unsacred Matrimony, schedule to be released this fall, as well as many other literary works opportunities. Chastity Adams is dedicated to becoming an all-around literary business woman. Her career is her passion so if she could choose one thing to do for the rest of her life, writing would definitely be it. When you have something that you love and it completes you, like writing does for Chastity Adams there's nothing that can compare to that type of joy and happiness. Although she is very shy and still at times struggles with expressing herself verbally, something magical happens when she puts her pen to paper. Everything she wants to say and everything she feels oozes out. Chastity Adams is a single mother of one little girl, who is the light of her world, her ultimate pride and joy. Chastity Adams writes because of the love and passion she has for her craft, her main purpose is to entertain, take away stress and anxiety, or just brighten up someone else's day with her characters and the stories they tell. Please join Chastity Adams on her journey and enjoy the many blessings as they unfold.

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Prologue

June 2002

It was the first night of summer, twelve-year-old Andre Carter had the whole house to himself. His older siblings were out doing whatever it was they did on nights like this. His mom had tried to get him to go to their grandparents with his youngest brother, but he declined. Andre wanted to stay home and play the PlayStation 2 he’d got for his birthday. He’d been playing for the past two hours when strange sounds coming from his parent’s bedroom caught his attention. He didn’t want to be ingrown folk’s business, but curiosity made it hard to resist. He paused the game and stuck his head out of his bedroom door.

"Uunnhhh…baby…yes…damn!" Melinda Carter yelled.

Andre’s eyes grew wide and a sneaky grin crossed his face, even at his tender age. He was very aware of the sweet sounds women made during sex. The sounds were symbolic to the many he’d heard in the dirty movies he jacked off to.

"Hell yeah! You like this dick, baby?" A man groaned, thrusting deep and hard.

Andre’s excitement disappeared, and his sneaky grinned faded, realizing the man speaking wasn’t his dad; his voice, however, was vaguely familiar. Andre quietly stepped out of his door and tiptoed to his parents’ room. He pressed his ear to the door, hearing his mom’s moans get louder, he quietly shook the knob. Realizing it wasn’t locked, he pushed the door open enough to peek inside. His mom was on her hands and knees, her face buried in a pillow, and her ass up in the air. The man behind her, clutching her waist, was his dad’s best friend, a man he called uncle.

"Yeeesss Patrick…work it…daddy…work it!" Melinda screamed.

Startled, Andre continued watching; as he did, his Jimmy got hard, and the sensation to jack off rushed him. He realized from the look of gratification on his uncle’s face that being inside a woman had to be way more satisfying than using his hand. He was still watching when the front door opened, and he heard his dad coming upstairs. He didn’t want to get caught, so he quickly ducked back into his room, left the door cracked, and continued listening. Gregory Carter dragged up the stairs after working double shifts at the fire department. He was dog tired and needed rest. Unfortunately, the smell of sex was in the air. Melinda was on top of Patrick, slowly grinding her hips, Patrick’s balls slammed into her harder with each stroke. She was indulged in the best pleasure she’d felt in a long time.

The fact that her son was down the hall and her husband was scheduled to walk through the door at any time didn’t faze Melinda as she was on the verge of another orgasm. Gregory’s ears flooded with the sounds of his wife’s sensuous moans, and rage instantly fueled him. The door was cracked, he busted through it and looked around disgusted. His mouth fell open, his heart threatened to jump from his chest, his nostrils flared, and heated air pushed through his nose. His caramel skin became flushed; his eyes turned ruby red as the reality of his best friend, and his wife fucking hit him like a ton of bricks.

"What the fuck!" He barked.

Melinda jumped off Patrick, falling onto the bed, wrapping the sheet around her body. Patrick quickly got out of bed, fumbled to get his clothes, and put them on. They stood there looking at Gregory dumbfounded.

"Greg…I…" Melinda stuttered.

"How could you do this to me?" Gregory yelled, fighting back fury and tears.

"Baby…I…I’m so…"

"What? You’re sorry! You’re fucking my best friend…in our bed!"

"You didn’t give me much choice." Melinda finally managed to say.

"Oh, so this shit is my fault?"

"I told you, I needed more attention."

"Oh, well excuse the fuck out of me. I spend days running in and out of burning buildings and nights fixing cars to make sure you and those kids have everything y’all need, and this the thanks I get?"

"Suck it up, homie. You wasn’t taking care of your woman, somebody had too," Patrick interjected.

"Shut the fuck up Patrick and get outta my house before you need an ambulance to carry your ass out.

Patrick walked towards Gregory unfazed. Gregory grabbed him by his shirt, slamming him into the wall. His hands shook, and he drew back his fist, landing a punch to Patrick’s jaw.

"You ain’t shit!" Gregory barked, gearing up to hit him again.

Patrick pushed Gregory, attempting to break away; but Gregory quickly punched him in the stomach, sending him to his knees.

Melinda had never seen Gregory so hostile; she feared what would happen if she didn’t intervene. She walked over to him and grabbed his arm. Gregory snatched away, cut his eyes, and frowned his face. Get the fuck off me, he snapped.

"If you don’t stop, you’re going to jail," Melinda advised.

Gregory looked down at Patrick hovered over on the floor in sheer pain. The only reason I ain’t gonna body your ass is cause of my kids.

He snatched Patrick up by his shirt, threw his ass out of the room, slammed the door in his face, and resumed his attention on his wife.

When Patrick walked down the hall, Andre stuck his head back into his room so he wouldn’t be seen. When he was out of sight, he stuck his head back through the door to hear the conclusion.

"How long has this been going on?" Gregory asked with gritted teeth.

"I don’t think that matters Greg," Melinda stated nonchalantly.

"It matters. I need to know how long you’ve been playing me for a fool."

"That’s harsh Gregory."

"No, what’s harsh is me actually believing you weren’t the same hoe I met in high school. People told me you were a slut and a gold digger. I ignored all that and married you anyway… Gregory paused and scoffed. Guess what, they were right."

Melinda rolled her eyes, offended. Fuck you, Gregory!

"You already did Melinda, Gregory’s voice broke, and he fought back tears. Get your shit…get the fuck outta my house," he sniffled.

Melinda cut her eyes, sucked her teeth, and put her hands on her hips. Your house?

"That’s what I said! Gregory yelled. He grabbed her clothes off the floor, threw them at her, and opened the door, holding it. I’m the only one ‘round here paying the damn bills; so yes, get the fuck out!"

"Fine, I was ending this marriage with your broke ass anyway. I was waiting for the right time to tell you," Melinda vented, nervously getting dressed.

Gregory laughed sarcastically. You’re leaving me for Patrick? That’s wild. What makes you think he’ll treat you better? Patrick makes less than I do, so you’ll be selling yourself short.

"Whatever. I’m still leaving, nothing you say is changing that."

Gregory folded his arms across his chest. If you leave, don’t bring your ass back; and you damn sure ain’t taking my kids.

"They’re old enough to decide who they want to be with, if they choose me, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Just let me go, Gregory. There’s no need to make this uglier," Melinda raised her hands, pleadingly.

"I made this ugly? No, Melinda, you made this ugly…being a cheating, lying whore. Gregory scrunched his face up. I can’t even stand the sight of you!"

"Good, I’ll be back for the rest of my things and my kids. I’ll send you the divorce papers."

"Good. The sooner, the better. I was tired of you spending all my damn money anyway."

"That’s exactly why I’m leaving. Patrick never bitches about how much he spends on me and he makes love to me like it’s the first time, every time."

"Well good for him. We’ll see how long that lasts after he gets tired of your gold-digging’ ass."

Andre couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was heartbreaking to know that his mother cheated and his parents were getting divorced. He didn’t know the severity of the situation, but he knew his dad was a good man who made sure they all were happy, no matter what. So, for his mother to cheat on him with his Uncle, of all people, infuriated Andre. He exhaled, fighting back tears, shut his bedroom door, and got in bed. He was having a hard time sleeping realizing his life would never be the same. That night, he developed a disdain for his mother he never imagined possible; not only for her but women in general. He vowed never to let a woman hurt or betray him the way his mom had hurt and betrayed his dad.

Chapter 1

Summer 2006

Andre clung tightly to his backpack, sitting on the edge of his seat, impatiently tapping his Jordan’s on the floor. His eyes darted at the clock above his teacher’s desk as he waited for the last bell to ring, and his sophomore year to end. He’d had a rough time since his mom moved back at the beginning of last semester. With the stress, he’d dealt with at home, he was amazed his grades didn’t slip.

So, what you gonna do for the rest of the day, Dre? His best friend Shawn asked after the bell rang.

I don’t know, Andre shrugged. But I ain’t tryna go home; you know that situation, he deeply exhaled. Shaking his head, as visions of his parent’s interaction flooded his thoughts.

How the fuck yo’ pops gonna take her back after what she did and who she did it wit’? Shawn looked to Andre for answers.

I been tryna figure that shit out myself! Andre snapped. The fucked-up part is I think he’s still in love with her. They were laughing and shit when I got up this morning, his forehead creased and anger rushed through his veins.

You know what that means? Their friend Marcus commented, with a sneaky grin on his face.

What stupid? Andre braced himself for whatever dumb shit was about to come out of his mouth.

Yo’ pops hittin’ that, Dre, Marcus laughed, shaking his head.

Andre shoved Marcus and continued walking. You’re crazy. He’s not fucking her, I would’ve known.

How when you ain’t fucking nobody, Marcus slanted his eyes, looking at Andre.

So…I ain’t no amateur, Andre blurted.

Marcus laughed loudly, balling his fist, putting it to his mouth, My nigga…until you get some pussy and stop using that faithful hand, you’re a damn amateur.

Fuck you, man. I ain’t trying to be no sucka like my dad, Andre barked.

Look, Dre, Marcus is right, people are starting to think you, gay dude, Shawn informed.

I ain’t gay, and I ain’t gotta fuck every bitch to prove it, Andre replied, confident.

Well, we going to a party and it’s gonna be a lot of bitches there. I say you roll wit’ us and see what happens, Marcus told him.

Marcus is right, Dre, come through man, once you get laid, you won’t be so uptight, Shawn said, sounding convinced.

Andre threw his hands up and nodded. Alright, let me go change, and I’ll be there.

Andre didn’t want to go to the party, being around thirsty ass girls wasn’t his idea of a good time. He promised his friends he’d think about it, then headed home. When he got home, his dad’s car was in the driveway. That was strange since he was usually at work this time of the day.

Dad! He entered the front door, yelling.

Andre looked around and didn’t see his dad. His eyes roamed, there were wine glasses on the coffee table, and his parents’ favorite movie, Grease, was paused. He picked up one of the glasses and frowned, seeing his mother’s lipstick print on the rim. He walked upstairs and got a feeling of déjà vu. His parents’ door was closed, but the sounds coming from it caused him to pause, shaking his head.

It can’t be…I know they ain’t… Andre rambled, getting close to the door. He turned the knob. It was locked. He put his ears to it and listened.

Uunnhhh…uunhhhh…Greg! His mom moaned loudly.

You missed this dick, didn’t you? His dad groaned.

Andre couldn’t take anymore, he rushed to his room, slamming the door. He threw his backpack on the bed, pacing the floor, thinking about what to do next. He heard Shawn’s voice ringing in his ears about the party. He pulled his shirt off, tossed it into his hamper, grabbed a pair of boxers from his top drawer, and went to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and adjusted the water. He pressed his hand against the wall, dropped his head, and let the warm water cascade, hoping it would wash the memories of what he’d just heard down the drain.

After getting dressed, Andre was ready to go. Normally, he wouldn’t go anywhere without letting his dad know, but since his dad’s bedroom door was still closed, he decided not to chance it. The last thing he needed was another horrible image of his mom’s ass in the air. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the party.

You look like you’re ready to kill somebody man, what’s up? Marcus asked.

He and Andre were laid back in the corner of the room, propped against the wall, waiting for the perfect moment to lay game on the perfect girl.

You were right, my dad’s fucking my mom, Andre admitted, his jaws clenched, and arms folded.

I told you. Yo’ mom’s fine, though, so I can’t blame your dad? I’d be fucking her too, Marcus joked.

Andre, however, was not amused. Shut up man. I don’t know why I talk to your dumb ass.

Nigga please, you know all my shit be on point.

Yeah right, if we listened to you all the time, we would’ve all flunked the tenth grade, their friend Derrick joked, propping against the wall next to Andre.

Where you been, nigga? Shawn asked, giving his boys their signature handshake.

I wasn’t wasting time sitting in study hall. I had some other kinda studying to do, Derrick bragged, stroking the peach fuzz on his chin.

Yo’ Dre, Alexis checking you out man, Shawn said, not caring about Derrick’s sexual conquests.

So, is that supposed to mean something? Andre asked, not bothering to look at her.

She’s fine, and the way she’s looking over here means she wants you, Marcus advised.

She’ll be alright. I ain’t sweating her, Andre shrugged.

You better go after that before another one of these losers beat you to it, Shawn told him.

I’ll think about it, Andre glanced at the girl they were so hyped about. She was fine no doubt, and the most popular girl in school, but that wasn’t enough to convince him she was worth his time and effort.

Well, if you don’t, I’ll gladly hit that, Marcus commented, grabbing his dick, licking his lips, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to Alexis.

He started walking in her direction. Andre grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back effortlessly.

Uh-huh, that’s what I thought, Marcus said, reclaiming his place against the wall. Go handle yo’ business, Dre. It’s now or never dude, Marcus patted him on the back.

Andre exhaled and walked slowly toward the girls huddled together on the other side of the room. He had no clue what he was going to say when he approached, but he couldn’t deny how fine Alexis was. If he was going to lose his virginity and release all the stress he’d been harboring, she was the perfect girl to do it with.

****

Girl, you been looking at them since they got here, Stacie Morgan, Alexis Jordan’s best friend said.

Alexis threw up her perfectly manicured hands. I can’t help it, you know Andre fine as hell, she admitted.

Yeah, but you know the rumors about him, Stacie replied, raising her eyebrows.

Alexis rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth knowing what Stacie was referring too. He ain’t gay; he just had a hard time after his parents split.

Yeah, I heard about that, but his mom’s back now.

That don’t mean shit is peaches and cream, Stacie. Trust me; I’ve seen him box and play football; there ain’t nothin’ gay about Andre.

Well, perhaps he needs somebody to talk too. Go over there.

Nah, you know how I do. I let them chase me, then make my move, Alexis replied arrogantly. I got this.

Well, you better brace yourself, cause I think he’s coming this way, Stacie said.

She and Alexis turned to see Andre walking over to them. Alexis reached into her purse, pulled out her lipstick, retouched it, and blushed. The sight of Andre’s caramel face, deep dimples, almond eyes, and 6’2’ frame had her panties wet.

Let me go find Marcus, I’ll see you later, Stacie said.

Shit girl, if things work out, you might not see me until tomorrow, Alexis said with a sneaky grin.

Alright, just be careful.

Whatever. You just worry about Marcus; I plan to take good care of Dre.

Andre approached Alexis and stood staring, stunned by how much prettier she was up close. Alexis was beautiful in every sense of the word. She had flawless almond brown skin, brown eyes, short-styled hair, dimples, full lips, beautifully round B cup breasts, slim waist, thick hips and thighs, and a nice ass that Andre wanted so badly to