The Real Love Series Book 1 Chris Low Superstar

By Talib Abdul Muhammad

NEW YORK Protagonist Chris Low is a selfish, arrogant and hugely famous rhythm and blues Singer whos on the verge of losing it all in the new book Th e Real Love Series Book 1: Chris Low Superstar from Talib Abdul

Muhammad.

Its a story about love, real love, and discovering the things in ones life that are truly important, Muhammad says. Its about the importance of respecting the people in our lives who love us and its also about the power

of forgiveness.

Chris Low is the biggest r&b star on the planet and he thinks that the world revolves solely around him, until suddenly his world starts to unravel due to his infi delity and arrogance. First his girlfriend of eight years, Coco leaves him after she catches him cheating on her with a fan. Then he puts his singing career in serious jeopardy after demanding that he be released from the record label that gave him his start. But the owner of the label Jacob Monroe refuses to release him and sets out to destroy Chris when Chriss manager plays dirty. In the midst of him fighting for his career and his woman, his mother, Clare is forced to reveal to him a shameful secret that shes been keeping for 40 years. A secret that will change his life!

Readers will witness love, lust, betrayal and revenge unfold between the pages of this riveting, dramatic and sometimes humorous and touching novel.

The real life issues that this book touches will surely make Muhammads message- Life is bigger than any one persons ego- real for all who read it.

My book is not mushy and far-fetched, Muhammad says. It is very entertaining, but it is real. It doesnt try to make the characters lovable all the time. It makes them human instead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491822524

Talib Abdul Muhammad

Talib is a native of Harlem, New York. He has been a very ambitious writer since the 5th grade, where he wrote an entire play that was performed at his elementary school. His passion for writing has never left him. He is also very passionate about his NY sports. He enjoys watching the Knicks, the Giants, and his beloved New York Yankees! "Chris Low Superstar" is Talib’s first published book.

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The Real Love Series

Book 1

Chris Low Superstar

Talib Abdul Muhammad

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© 2014 Talib Abdul Muhammad. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 06/20/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4918-2254-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-2253-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-2252-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013917969

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This book is a work of fiction solely from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead, places, names or events is purely coincidental or used factiously.

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. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

Contents

Acknowledgements

A Word From Talib

Chapter 1 Chris Low

Chapter 2 Coco

Chapter 3 Conscience

Chapter 4 The Palladium

Chapter 5 Aftermath

Chapter 6 Running Late

Chapter 7 Wanting Out!

Chapter 8 Duet

Chapter 9 Clare Low

Chapter 10 Samantha & Jo Jo

Chapter 11 Being Chris’s Manager

Chapter 12 Dinner With You

Chapter 13 He’s Back

Chapter 14 Jo Jo Prays

Chapter 15 A Chance Meeting

Chapter 16 Plans In Motion

Chapter 17 Jacob & Dorina

Chapter 18 A Time For Thanks

Chapter 19 A Plea For Help

Chapter 20 Home Again

Chapter 21 Thank You Jacob

Chapter 22 My Teddy Bear

Chapter 23 A Night In Paris

Chapter 24 Bay Bay Comes Through

Chapter 25 The Confrontation

Chapter 26 When It Rains It Pours

Chapter 27 The Same Bitch

Chapter 28 Nothing To Forgive

Chapter 29 Playing A Dangerous Game

Chapter 30 Chris Is Innocent

Chapter 31 A Loving Heart Stops Beating

Chapter 32 Holiday Blues

Chapter 33 Why Is Life So Hard?

Chapter 34 His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Chapter 35 Chaos

Chapter 36 Life Is Short

Chapter 37 Fight Fire With Fire

Chapter 38 The Show Must Go On

Chapter 39 And The Winner Is

About The Author

Dedicated to My Mother

Eva Mae Harris

Ma I miss you greatly, but I know one day we will most certainly see each other again, even if it’s only in my dreams. I should have told you more often how much I loved you when you were able to hear it.

SIP,

I Love You Ma

Acknowledgements

I am forever thankful to four people that were there when the chips were stacked against me at various moments in my struggle for freedom and success:

Cookie,

Thank you so very much for sticking by me during one of the most difficult periods in my life. I am forever grateful.

Linda,

Thanks for the encouragement, can you believe it? I did it! But truth is baby sis, you held me down when others fled.

Selly Sel,

You are indeed a true friend. Thanks for being there as I chased my dream.

Diane,

We fuss and argue, but you’re my sister and I love you. Thanks for everything. I appreciate what you’ve done.

A WORD FROM TALIB

This book is prayerfully the first of many to come in the Real Love Series. My intentions are to write a collection of novels in which the themes will focus on lessons in Real Love. However, please do not expect this series to be in the form of mushy romance novels.

The Real Love Series will be about successful Black People going through things that life may bring their way. This series will not involve any street tales or drug dealing because Black People are so much more than that.

THE REAL LOVE SERIES BOOK 1: CHRIS LOW SUPERSTAR is enlightening as well as entertaining. Through this novel I wanted to show that often times in our lives what we hold as important is not as important as we might think.

My dear readers I pray that you enjoy reading this book and be on the lookout for the second book in the REAL LOVE SERIES ‘THE RIVER’

Peace & Blessings

Talib Abdul Muhammad

Love. When love introduces itself, all other arenas of the human condition recoil to give respect and devotion to the gracious attribute of it’s Universal Power. All appetites of selfishness and greed then give way to the transformative alchemy of love’s blessing. Whatever was once deemed impossible is made possible by love. And this is a story of the turning of the impossible into the reality of a divine blessing.

Words by Anthony Alonso, street poet from the movie ‘Doin’ It In The Park: Pick-Up basketball, NYC’.

Chapter 1

Chris Low

What up people? I hope you mother fucker’s don’t mind, but I need somebody to talk to right now. So sit back and listen! I recently broke up with my boo Patricia. Patricia James, but everybody who knows her calls her Coco. I’m telling you shorty is kuku for Cocoa puffs.

Hey, she’s smart and very beautiful, even at thirty two she’s a stunner. Shorty is so fine that when she walks down the street dudes look hard. Shit, bitches even peep her. Man, my boo is a mother fucking dime that’s my word! Damn. Excuse me people, I mean my ex-boo. Man saying ex-boo puts a fucked up taste in my mouth, after all we were together for eight years. It’s been six months since we… well, since she broke up with me. And for what? Just because I fucked around on her with some groupie bitch, fuck is that? You know that shit comes with the territory. After all I am a Superstar. Hold up my bad, I forgot to tell ya’ll who I am huh?

My name is Chris Low and I’m the hottest R&B star alive. I’ve got two singles in the top forty and one in the top ten. Listen when I tell you I’m that dude believe that. There isn’t an R&B dude out there that can touch me. Yeah mother fucker’s not feeling Kells and those other clowns no more. They love Chris Low!

But you know something I don’t understand? Some people have the nerve to say I’m conceited and shit. Picture that! Nah, I’m just mad confident. I know that I’m nice at what I do. Shit I’m the best. What you need proof? Alright dig.

My first CD went double platinum and I won four Soul Train music awards, three MTV awards, three Bet music awards, five bullshit ass source awards, two American music awards and a mother fucking Grammy. What! Now my Secord CD ‘Let stay together’ just hit platinum, so you mother fucker’s tell me I don’t have the right to be confident or conceited?

Look, getting back to Coco. She should’ve known that, that bitch was nothing to me, I didn’t even hit it, I might have, but I didn’t. I just got my joint sucked big deal. Bill Clinton got his joint sucked and he was the President of the fucking United States. Hilary forgave him and I feel Coco should do the same for me also, but she can’t seem to let shit go.

I hear she’s fucking with this rapper named Conscience. He’s on some ol’ up lift the people type shit. I heard a couple of his tracks and dude is half ass alright, but ain’t nobody checking for that conscious ass bullshit nowadays, mother fuckers want to hear about money, sex and violence, that’s the shit that moves those units! This clown even has a single out with Coco on it doing the hook. I haven’t heard it yet, but they say it’s pretty good. I doubt that shit though.

By the way Coco’s always wanted to be a singer. In fact that’s how we met eight years ago, at a talent contest, ShowTime at the Apollo. We’re both from Harlem New York. I’m from King Towers better known as Foster Projects and she’s from Grant Projects. Of course I won the contest that night and went on to win three more times.

Shortly after that I signed with LMR which at the time was a small record label just getting off the ground. Man, it took two years for my first single to come out, but when it did. Boo BOOM! I blew the fuck up. Now thanks to me LMR is the hottest independent company around. By the way, LMR stands for Legal Money Records. Listen people I’ve been on the top of the game for almost six years now and I… Damn my bad, there I go again talking too much about myself when I’m supposed to be telling you about my boo, my ex-boo sorry.

Let’s see, did I tell you about that banging ass body of hers? LORD HAM MERCY, ump, ump, ump! Shorty got it going on. Coco’s got one of those asses, that’s shaped like a heart and it’s P-H-A-T Phat! To be real with you, that ass is what caught my attention.

She’s beautiful too. She has the prettiest eyes in the world. Her eyes are light brown and they have that Asian look to them. Her complexion is that of creamy rich milk chocolate, you know the kind that melts so fucking slowly in your mouth while you’re eating it. She also has the most tantalizing lips I’ve ever seen. She has those dick sucking lips. Word! Only problem is she won’t give a brother no head and I’m a head loving type of brother you heard?

That’s why I get it from my groupies. It doesn’t mean shit. I tried to explain that to ol’ girl after she busted my ass in my dressing room at the Staples Center with my swipe in this chick’s mouth. Coco didn’t understand, hell man she didn’t even try to. That was one hell of a scene. I can remember it all too well…

The beautiful and sexy twenty something year old groupie, tore uninvited into the dressing room startling Chris. What the hell, how did you get in here? he yelled thinking to himself that he was going to fire someone.

Chris, please don’t be mad, the groupie started, with a look of pure lust in her eyes. I’m your biggest fan and I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do for you and I—do—mean—anything! the sexy young lady said as she wet her lips with her tongue.

Excuse me? he asked looking at her as she licked her lips and moved seductively towards him. ‘She’s bold’ he thought to himself.

I read someplace that you really love to get your dick sucked. Is that true? she asked as she stood in front of him.

Chris had gotten head many times from groupies, but none had ever just walked into his dressing room and offered it to him right out of the blue like this one. He stared long and hard at the young woman and for the first time since she’d burst in he noticed how fine she was. Once he noticed her lips it was a done deal, all self-control was completely gone.

What magazine did you read that in? I’ll have to call them and thank them tomorrow, he said smiling at his good fortune.

I can’t remember, she answered as she stood face to face with the biggest R&B star in the world. I just want to know if you’ll let me give you one of the pleasures that you enjoy the most baby.

She moved closer and kneeled down in front of him. She then put her hand on his already hardening manhood and rubbed it slowly.

As you can see, it’s too late to stop you now. Go right ahead ma. Do you. he said staring down at her as she slowly unzipped his Sean Johns, reached in and pulled out his now rock hard penis.

Ooh daddy I like this, she said as she held his penis in her hand just before she slowly put it into her wanting mouth.

As soon as he felt himself inside her mouth he knew that she knew what she was doing. If it was one thing he hated, it was a woman who couldn’t give good head.

She sucked him slowly making loud slurping sounds that drove him absolutely crazy. She looked up at him as she performed her duties. You like that daddy? she asked.

It was amazing to him that she could speak so clearly without releasing him from her mouth. You got-damn right, he answered.

The pleasure she was giving him began to grow and he grabbed her head pushing her mouth deeper onto his manhood. She absolutely loved it.

Ooh baby you taste sooo good, she cooed without missing a beat.

Chris’s eyes were shut tight from the pleasure and he became completely lost in the moment. In his mind he was thinking that this could damn well be the best head he’d ever gotten. Neither of them heard the door when it opened.

Coco walked in and stood there shocked unable to move or react. She watched the man she loved, the man whom she could have sworn loved her getting his rocks off by some other women right in front of her eyes. She was crushed. Then the anger kicked in.

You Bitch! she screamed dashing over to the two of them. She grabbed the groupie by the long weave that she was wearing and pulled as hard as she could.

His eyes popped open at the sound of his woman’s voice. Oh Shit, Coco! he yelled surprised, trying to free his penis from the groupie’s mouth who did not want to let go.

Nooo! Please. Let me finish. Get off of me, the young lady yelled while Coco pulled and yanked her roughly away from her man.

Chris hurriedly put his half hard penis back into his pants and quickly rushed over and tried to pry Coco off of the young lady before she killed her. Coco, baby let her go! he yelled as she tried her best to pull every bit of the weave out of the girl’s hair.

The pitiful girl was desperately struggling on the floor trying to free herself from Coco’s death grip when thankfully for her, security ran into the room after hearing all the commotion.

Get that crazy bitch out of here! Chris ordered them.

It was difficult, but security was finally able to get Coco off of the girl. As security was forcefully carrying the groupie out of the dressing room she was yelling as loud as she possibly could that they allow her to finish what she’d started. She kept screaming as they dragged her out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Chris and Coco were now alone. He knew that he had messed up, but thought he could worm his way out of it. He knew that she loved him and besides that, he was Chris Low ‘Superstar’ after all.

Baby, I know you’re upset, he began but it’s not what it looks like.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she didn’t say anything. Chris continued to try and explain. Got-damn baby I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything it just happened. I don’t even know how the fuck she got in here, he said as he moved towards his woman. He reached out to touch her and she pulled away.

Don’t touch me, you low life good for nothing dog, she spoke her words through clenched teeth. There was enough venom in her voice that if she had been a poisonous snake and bit him, he would’ve died instantaneously. How the fuck could you do this to me Chris? she asked way beyond hurt. She was devastated to put it mildly.

Chris looked into her eyes and instantly knew that she was way beyond angry. She was Black woman mad. He knew he had to think of something to say to calm her down because he really did love her and he did not want to lose her. He also knew that she was capable of trying to physically hurt him if she got too much angrier. Look baby, you know that I love you more than anything__ he started before she cut him off.

Love me? Love me? Mother Fucker, do not play with me! You love me so much that you had your little dried up dick in that bitch’s nasty ass mouth huh dumbass? she shouted loudly at him.

Hold up now, I know you’re upset, but my dick ain’t little, he said arrogantly, but serious. And lower your voice before people hear you and believe that dumb shit, he added placing a finger to his lips to quiet her down, thinking of his stud reputation and his ego.

Fuck your dick and fuck you too! Talking about you love me, you don’t even know what love is. Because love sure is hell ain’t getting your dick sucked by some little whore right in your dressing room where your woman could easily walk in on your stupid ass. If that’s your definition of love, then I would hate to know your definition of I don’t give a fuck about you, you don’t mean shit to me is! she angrily yelled, the tears no longer flowing.

Come on boo it’s not like that, he began as he reached for her once more. She took a big step back to avoid him touching her. Come on Coco, he pleaded it was just some head it ain’t like I was putting the wood to her or no shit like that, he reasoned stupidly.

Coco shook her head in disbelief and stared at him for a few seconds before asking, Tell me something Chris, this isn’t the first time you have done this is it? she asked wanting to know the truth. Chris started to answer and she stopped him. And don’t lie to me either! she warned, just daring him to lie.

Chris sighed loudly. "No it’s not, but it’s the last . . . I swear," he promised.

Yeah right, it’s over Chris; I’m done with your dumbass.

She turned and headed for the door, but he grabbed her. Coco I’m sorry. It isn’t that I don’t love you because I do, he paused to get his words together, baby it’s just, just you won’t give a brother no head, he boldly admitted being both honest and stupid at the same time.

She could not believe the nerve he had trying to put the blame on her because she did not believe in giving oral sex. She angrily snatched her arm away from him and slapped him as hard as she could. Before he could react she opened the door and run out. He ran out behind her, but his manager appeared like magic out of nowhere and stepped in front of him. Where are you going Chris? Earline Johnson asked as she stood in his path.

It’s Coco, I have to go after her Earline, he told her anxiously. He tried desperately to get passed her, but she would not let him get by.

You’re going to have to catch her later you go on in five minutes.

No I have to catch her right now! he shouted, still fighting to get by her to no avail whatsoever.

Listen to me Chris, she yelled at the superstar getting his full attention. There are thousands of fans waiting for you to go on that stage and if you don’t get out there right now those people are going to tear this place apart. Remember you are CHRIS LOW, the biggest R&B star alive! she reminded him knowing that all she had to do was stroke his oversized ego to bring him to his senses. Now let’s get you ready to go on stage, she said smiling.

Chris thought about what she’d said for a second. Alright fine, let’s do this shit, but you make damn sure that someone finds her before I get off stage understood?

I’m on it. Now go, she pleaded as she pulled out her cell phone urgently.

He looked at her and went back into his dressing room and slammed the door, but as soon as the door closed she put her phone away. I’ll handle that bullshit later, she said to herself, running off to handle some last minute details.

After the show was over Chris became irate once he found out that Coco had flown back to New York alone . . .

Oh shit! Look at the fucking time. I have got to get my black ass to the Palladium for this clowns release party. Shit, I really don’t want to go, but Jacob will trip if I didn’t show up. Besides, I’ll get a chance to see Coco. Damn, gotta run, FOH!

Chapter 2

Coco

Hello everybody I’m Coco. I just want to take a moment to tell you all about my ex-boyfriend. He’s the one and only Chris Low and he is just another dog. I stayed with that no good brother for eight years and I treated him good too. I did everything for that man. Hell, I even put off my singing career so he could pursue his. But I do have to admit two things, the boy can sing his butt off, and he is F-I-N-E fine.

He’s six-two, two hundred and twenty pounds, brown skinned with waves and he wears his beard cut short and neat. Just a tad bit thicker than a five O’clock shadow. The women, they love him. I used to also love him. That is until I caught him with his dinger-ling up in some so called groupie’s mouth. He tried to tell me he only did it because I won’t let him stick his nasty joystick up in my mouth. Hells no!

My mama raised me better than that. I remember my mama used to say to me and my slightly younger sister Gale. ‘Girls don’t y’all never in your whole life let no man talk you into sucking his mess. You never know who or where he’s been sticking it at.’ And mama was right too. I remember one of my high school girlfriends gave her boyfriend some head, and you know what he gave her in return? Can’t guess? Okay, I’ll tell you. The claps, that fool gave her gonorrhea in the mouth. Y’all I tell you that girl had bad breath for two months before she found out what was wrong with her. I’ll be damn if I let anything like that happen to Coco. Hells to the nawl!

Anyway, back to the mutt. I really did love him and for a long time I believed he loved me. It was all good between us until he started to blow up. That’s when things suddenly started to get a little shaky, but we always managed to work it out.

There was never anything too serious. Sometimes I would find phone numbers in his pockets,-that’s right I would go through his pockets—but Chris always explained his way out of it. He’d say that women would slip them into his pocket without him knowing it. Or he would sometimes accept the numbers just to make his fans happy. When I would argue about it he’d say ‘Come on boo, if I was trying to hide something would I leave them in my pockets?’ Makes sense doesn’t it? Hells no! But I’d go for it anyway.

Knowing him he probably just forgot because he’s losing his damn memory from all those trees he’s always blowing. You all might not know this, but Mr. Superstar is a straight up pot head. He smokes day in and day out. Hell, it is getting to the point where I don’t even think it has any effect on him. He should have been said no to drugs.

Now don’t get me wrong I’ll smoke a blunt or two every now and then. Ain’t nothing wrong with a sister getting her smoke