A 90s Love Story

By Sha Jones

The 90s era was definitely one of the best eras of all time. From R&B and Hip Hop to some of the most unique hairstyles like finger waves and french rolls. Long press on nails, gold teeth, and the best house parties.

There were so many things that made the 90s great, but one thing in particular, that went the hardest was the love!

Thug passion and lovemaking all night long from a 90s man was real, especially with the right woman on his side.

La’Nisha experiences firsthand just what it feels like to receive real love from a thug when Quincy walks into her life. While stuck in an engagement with her much older fiancé, LJ, which doesn’t seem to be progressing, La’Nisha finds herself feeling trapped and lonely.

LJ, a record label producer, doesn’t have time for anything else but music and the wild fetish that he has for underaged girls, leaving La’Nisha heartbroken and confused about that status of their relationship.

She craves the type of love that her best friends Kat and Jamar have, and when Quincy turns on his thuggish charm and sweeps her off of her feet, she slowly falls from the emotional grip that LJ has on her.
However, gossip travels fast, and when LJ gets an earful of his fiancée's love affair, all hell will break loose!

The tables will turn, and La’Nisha will find herself cornered in a dangerous love triangle.

Oh yes! There will be drama!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
• Release date: Jan 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781648541209

Book preview

I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak.

I lose all control, and something takes over me.

In a daze, and it’s so amazing. It’s not a phase, I want you to stay with me, by my side.

I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet.

I can’t explain why your loving makes me weak.

While the sweet tones of SWV blasted through the speaker from the entertainment center, and candles lit the living room, La’Nisha paced with a glass of Moet in her hand, trying to figure out why her fiancé hadn’t shown up to make love to her all night long like he promised.

La’Nisha nervously ran her French tip manicured nails through her long, pressed hair. Her Chanel heels with white fur on the front of them clicked against the marble floor of her large mansion as she tried to keep her composure.

Although she was dripped in gold jewelry from head to toe and dressed in all white lingerie, she wasn’t feeling very godly. As usual, LJ was late, and her patience was starting to run as thin as the wine glass she held.

LJ was a big-time record label producer and president of a record company that everyone knew as Live Records. Even though LJ was a boss, he didn’t wear fancy suits like LA. Reid or Suge Knight. He had money and lived like the white folks, but he still considered himself to be a street nigga, and instead, preferred leather jackets with Fubu, Phat Farm, or Nautica jeans and whatever color du-rag to match. Nikes, Timberland, and Air Jordans were his thing.

Women of all ethnic backgrounds flocked to LJ like birds to bread crumbs, and he knew it. Women often lined up outside his studio like they were standing outside Coaches night club, trying to get pictures with him.

La’Nisha tried her best not to let the flirtatious hoochies make her jealous, but she often checked LJ behind closed doors when she saw a bitch boldly grab his dick or rub his chest, knowing damn well he had a fiancée. It was something about the women in the nineties that drove men crazy, and one of those things were their natural fat asses! There was nothing like a woman with an asymmetrical or finger wave hairstyle, long press on nails, a gold tooth, and juicy, fat booty to match. LJ was not exempt from the list of men who lusted over those type of women regardless of if he was on his way to jumping the broom.

Why the fuck you lettin’ them hoes grab all on your dick? La’Nisha found herself asking every other night.

Instead of checking the women like she wanted him to, LJ would always direct her to a mirror and remind her that she was beautiful because of her light skin and sexy but petite frame. He would compliment her long, natural hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and at times, La’Nisha would snap back into being a good fiancée for him.

I gotta be special to the nigga if he chose me to be with me, she often told herself.

There was a big age difference between the couple, so LJ would throw it in her face to bring her back to reality as well. Because he was thirty-eight years old, and she was only twenty-seven, he felt like he was more knowledgeable and had more of a say so in their relationship than she did.

La’Nisha loved her nigga liked a fat bitch loved cake, but part of the reason why she didn’t want to walk out on LJ was that she wasn’t about to let another bitch get put on. She loved being laced with diamond rings, Versace outfits, and Gucci bags. If she left, another woman would reap the benefits, and she wasn’t having that shit. LJ also took care of her mother and little sister, Iesha, who she felt herself slipping further and further away from the more she got caught up with LJ.

Iesha was an aspiring singer, and La’Nisha promised her that she would put in a good word and have LJ take her under his wing, but not until she finished her last year of high school.

LJ ran with a rowdy crowd of guys, and La’Nisha feared her sister getting too excited about the fame and losing her innocence to a studio street nigga.

Niggas in the nineties were getting real money, and they knew how to floss it. One of the hottest nightclubs was Coaches, and every Friday and Saturday night was the opportunity for everyone to show off their outfits. The hottest fashions like Fubu, Pelle, Iceberg and Tommy Hilfiger were in, and that was just to name a few.

The more money a nigga had, the more he was treated like a celebrity. Hell, even if you were a celebrity, you still had a lot to prove just to keep up the image. Rappers like Notorious B.I.G, Tupac, Run DMC, and LL. Cool J were major influences for not only their dope rhymes but also a lot of the latest fashion, so dressing like them solidified a high status in the urban community.

With that being the case, La’Nisha couldn’t even imagine not being a part of the scene anymore, but she couldn’t see her baby sister getting caught up in it either.

La’Nisha let another SWV song play and finally couldn’t take it anymore. She gulped down the last of her Moet, stormed upstairs to the large, fully furnished bedroom that she shared with LJ, and grabbed the large white house phone from the receiver. She then kicked off her heels, tossed one right at the door, and walked across the ten-foot polar bear rug. She then plopped down on the gold studded king-sized bed and rolled her eyes.

LJ… LJ… LJ… La’Nisha mumbled under her breath while shaking her head as she dialed the number to his car phone.

When he didn’t answer, La’Nisha took a deep breath and called his studio phone but didn’t get an answer. She even tried to page him earlier but was unable to reach him.

It was three o’clock in the morning, and LJ was losing his damn mind. La’Nisha wasn’t going for the shit tonight. She was looking good and horny as fuck. The worst thing a nigga could do was keep his woman waiting up for some dick.

After spending a few minutes gathering her thoughts, she snatched the phone off the receiver again and dialed her best friend Kat’s phone number.

Hello? Kat answered in a ghetto voice while staring down at her shiny red nails.

Girl, what you doing? La’Nisha asked.

Nothin’, sitting here waitin’ on Jamar to bring his ass home. What up?

I need you to call LJ’s studio and see if he answers.

Kat sat up straight, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her dresser, and asked for the phone number.

Call on three-way. I want to see if this nigga answers the phone ’cause he ain’t answering for me.

Alright, hold on.

While sitting on the edge of the bed, La’Nisha closed her eyes and took another deep breath. If LJ picked up the phone, she was going to explode on his ass because she had been waiting up for him all night.

How the fuck do you just leave your fiancée at home without even checking in? she wondered.

This was the time in their lives when they were supposed to be planning a wedding and spending most of their time together, but LJ would rather go on one of his disappearing acts like he was a single man.

When Kat clicked back over, she shook her head and said, Bitch, he didn’t answer. The line is busy.

Are you serious? La’Nisha asked with her arched eyebrows raised.

You know how these niggas be, girl, and I already told you the streets be talking.

Kat knew how much her best friend loved LJ, but he was a player. Everyone knew that, but La’Nisha chose to turn a blind eye to the bullshit. Kat wasn’t the kind of friend to babysit her friend’s feelings and always gave it to her straight, especially since she didn’t like LJ to begin with.

"I’m telling you, I’ve dealt with some sorry ass men, and I know a player when I see one. You think that LJ ass is in that studio, but I know his ass ain’t.

Kat wasn’t trying to hurt her girl, but she already knew what was taking place behind the scenes. She’d heard the stories, and before LJ even got with La’Nisha, he was a hoe. One minute he thought he was smooth like LL Cool J but then tried to act hard like he was Method Man, so she knew the nigga was a clown. He was trying to be something he wasn’t by maintaining a playboy image.

Look, you worry about Jamar, and I’ll worry about LJ.

Kat rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth, and dug her long, shiny nails into her box braids.

Whateva. Are you still going to the cypher house party with me tomorrow night? Jamar and his homeboy, Quincy, gon’ be rappin’ in it.

Yeah, I’ll go, La’Nisha dryly replied.

She really wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere but promised Kat that she would go and spend some time with her.

Good, ’cause the party is goin’ to be jumpin’ girl! They say Tupac supposed to make an appearance cause he looking for some new talent to collab with on his next album. Can you imagine a celebrity nigga like that showing up at a fuckin’ house party? Let that sexy ass nose ring wearing nigga even blink in my direction! I might end up cheating on Jamar’s ass.

I doubt it, and if Tupac is going to be there, we need tight security. I don’t want the fuckin’ party getting shot up.

Girl, if Tupac shows up, it’s going to be a fuckin’ gangsta party! Chill and live a little, Nee Nee. You always so uptight, girl. Kat scratched her scalp again, sighed, and said, Bitch, I think I’m going to cut all of my hair off ’cause these braids got my fuckin’ hair stankin’ and itchin’! I think I’m gon’ go super low like Keisha from Total and dye it blonde.

You have fun with that, Kat. I gotta clear my head. I’ll see you tomorrow.

La’Nisha was in no mood to talk about a damn party or hair. The only thing on her mind was LJ bringing his black ass home.

After she slammed the phone down on the base again, she sighed heavily and stared down at the huge diamond ring on her left finger. She wasn’t so sure about getting married to the man of her dreams anymore. It wasn’t because she didn’t love him, but more of how LJ was acting so distant toward her. He wasn’t necessarily acting like a man who was ready to settle down.

La’Nisha thought that at the age of thirty-eight, a man would know just where he wanted to be in life, but she was starting to think that she was wrong.

There’s something in your eyes, baby.

It’s telling me you want me, baby.

Tonight is your night.

See, you don’t have to ask for nothin’.

I’ll give you everything you need.

So, girl Don’t be shy.

Baby come inside, turn down the lights, ’cause there is something that I want from you right now.

Give me that Honey Love…

While R. Kelly played in the background, LJ licked whip cream off the nipples of one of his seventeen-year-old R&B artists by the name of Bee Bee and slowly caressed her A-cup breasts.

The girl was young, and her body was still developing, but that didn’t stop LJ’s damn near forty-year-old dick from getting hard. Seventeen wasn’t even the youngest age he was willing to go.

After news broke that R. Kelly married R&B singer Aaliyah, who was only fifteen, LJ felt like his actions were acceptable.

I’m a virgin, Bee Bee whispered into LJ’s ear, turning him on even more.

He loved virgins because their pussies were tight, and he took pride in being the first one to pop a young girl’s cherry. He also thought that breaking a young girl in would gain him more control over her.

LJ licked his lips and promised this young girl that he would go slow and be gentle with her.

As the music continued to play, LJ kissed and sucked on Bee Bee’s neck while she lay on her back on the burgundy couch. Whipped cream seeped from the corner of his mouth as he finessed her tiny body into submission.

Wearing nothing but the cheap red pumps that LJ bought her from Payless, Bee Bee opened her legs wide and watched in excitement as he worked his way past her navel.

Bee Bee’s pussy was so tight that LJ couldn’t even see its entry hole.

Damn, lil’ girl, he whispered and licked his lips.

He then stuck his tongue out and slid it from the top of Bee Bee’s tiny clit to the bottom of her thin ass crack.

Mmmm… Bee Bee moaned and smiled while licking her lips.

Before LJ could spread her ass cheeks further and go for her ass hole with his tongue, there was a loud bang on the door, causing him to jump up and quickly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

LJ! La’Nisha called out, scaring the hell out of him and Bee Bee.

La’Nisha didn’t normally pop up at the studio, but her anger soon turned into fear, and she needed to make sure that he