An Atlanta Love Story 2

By Mo Howard

Strength is defined as the quality or state of being strong. When Monica Edwards’ life turns upside down, the only thing she has is her strength. With both of her parent’s being killed by a man she considered family, Monica isn’t sure if she can take life anymore. Eddie, the love of her life, tries to keep her encouraged, but he can only do so much. Will an unexpected twist of events break Monica down, or will she use her strength to keep on going?

The beautiful Olivia Gold is stuck in a dead-end relationship. After leaving her family to be with her prince charming, she finds out that the man of her dreams is really the man who causes her the most pain. When Casper, a wealthy financial advisor, enters her life, she jumps at the chance of being with him, but is she truly ready? Will she have the strength to leave everything she knows and take a chance on a handsome stranger?

The finale of an Atlanta Love Story is not your ordinary love story, so expect the unexpected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Sep 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648402760

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Prologue

Monica

Hey, baby. I didn’t think that you would be home, I said, walking over to Eddie who was chilling on the sofa.

Yeah, I been chilling all day. I’m not feeling too good. How was school? he asked, sitting up, kissing me on the lips.

It was cool. You know school is easy for me. I saw Ri. She was mad at me for not taking her calls when everything happened, but she understands.

That’s good. What you cooking tonight?

I wasn’t planning on cooking. Your grandmother called and said she was cooking tonight.

Word. Well let’s go. I’m hungry as fuck, Eddie stated, standing up and stretching.

The food is not ready, baby.

I giggled and hugged his waist since he was standing in front of me.

Aye, you better watch out. Your mouth too close to my Johnson. You ‘bout to wake him up.

Is that so? I asked, placing my mouth on the on his dick. He was wearing basketball shorts, so I could feel his dick through the shorts.

Don’t play with me, Monica. I ain’t had no pussy in a minute, ‘cause you been on your period. Don’t get me ready if you ain’t off. I’m not trying to walk around with blue balls.

I’m off, so we good.

I pulled his shorts and boxers down, and he stepped out of them.

You must have missed me today.

He smirked.

Yep, all day I was thinking about how I couldn’t wait to come home and put your dick in my mouth.

I grabbed his dick and started licking the tip. It started to harden, so I placed it in my mouth.

Try to put the whole thing in your mouth, he coached.

I opened my mouth wide and tried to put all of his dick in my mouth, but I started gagging.

Relax, baby.

I relaxed and tried to put it in again. This time, I was able to fit the whole thing in my mouth, but tears started to swell in my eyes.

Baby, this shit feels so damn good.

Eddie grabbed my head and slowly started moving his dick in and out of my mouth. I had so much spit in my mouth that it started falling all over the floor.

Shit. Let me feel my pussy, he said, backing away from me. I stood up and pulled my pants down. He took my shoes off so that I could step out of my pants. Then he bent me over the sofa.

You’re so wet, he stated, sticking his finger inside of me. He moved his finger around in a circle, and I could hear my pussy making noise. He replaced his finger with the tip of his dick and slowly pushed himself inside of me.

Hmmmm, I moaned.

Let me get into this tight pussy, baby. I swear you got the tightest pussy in the world, he growled. Eddie grabbed my ass as he increased his speed. I reached for the nearest pillow and held it against my chest. Since Eddie took my virginity, we hadn’t had sex, so him being inside of me made me feel like I was being ripped apart.

Daddy. Oh my God!

What, baby? This your dick. You got to take it, he said, smacking my ass. I buried my head in the pillow and screamed while Eddie pounded my pussy.

Man, I got to taste this shit. You got my dick coated in your juices.

Eddie pulled his dick out of me and flipped me over. I was now sitting on the edge of the sofa with my legs on Eddie’s shoulders. He kissed on the inside of my thighs and made his way to my pussy. He gently sucked on my clit which sent a chill down my spine. Then, he stuck his tongue into my center and moved it in and out like it was his dick.

Fuck, baby. Eat your pussy, I coached, grinding my pussy on his face. He continued to eat my pussy like his life depended on it, and when I was on the verge of cumming, he picked me up and held me in his arms while his dick found its way into my pussy. I kissed him while he held me by my ass and fucked the shit out of me.

Don’t your pussy taste good? he asked between kisses. I couldn’t even answer, because I was so caught up in how good he was making my body feel. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked on it.

You like that nasty shit, he said, grabbing my ass harder.

Only when I’m with you, daddy.

I’m ‘bout to cum.

Me too.

I dug my nails into his back and squirted all over him. When we were done, we went to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I didn’t tell Eddie that we were having a family dinner, because I wanted him to come. Sandy and Janice called me earlier and asked me to bring Eddie over Sandy’s for family dinner. They made me promise not to tell Eddie that it was a family dinner, and I went along with it because I really wanted Eddie to reconnect with his dad. I figured that one family dinner wasn’t going to kill him. It would be good for him to sit down and talk to his father. From what Janice told me, he sounded like a good guy.

After we got dressed we headed out. When we arrived at the dinner, it was 7 p.m., and Sandy, Janice, and Kimberly were the only people there.

Hey, y’all, I greeted everyone.

Hey, pretty girl. I’m glad you got my big-headed son out the house, Janice said, giving me a hug.

The only reason I’m here is ‘cause grandma is cooking, Eddie stated, giving Sandy a kiss on the cheek. She was standing over a pot of greens that had the house smelling lovely.

Here’s my favorite grandson.

Sandy hugged Eddie, and the sight of them made me smile. After he hugged her, he made his way over to his mother.

You’re not still mad at me, are you? she asked.

Nah, ma. You know I could never stay mad at you. I just don’t want you trying to force me to have a relationship with a man who’s never really been there for me. Where’s Kimberly?

In the back, Sandy answered. Eddie made his way to the back to see Kimberly. I went in the kitchen and washed my hands so that I could help out.

Y’all think tonight is going to go well?

I pray it does. It doesn’t make no sense for two grown ass men to be acting like they can’t talk to each other. They’re family.

Sandy opened the oven to check on the cornbread that she was making.

I know Eddie is hurt, but he has to get over it. He needs to give Roscoe a chance, Janice added.

I hope this doesn’t make him hate me, I admitted.

Girl, bye. He’s so in love with you. If he gets mad, I’ll take the blame, Janice stated. We dropped the subject and started putting the finishing touches on the food. I decided to use the bathroom before we ate, so I excused myself. I prayed that tonight would go well and that Eddie wouldn’t think that I set him up. I really wanted him to give his dad a second chance. I get that he wasn’t the best father growing up, but if Eddie could see that he’d changed, maybe they could work on their relationship.

I flushed the toilet and started to wash my hands when I heard Eddie start yelling. I quickly finished in the bathroom and ran down the hall. A man that looked just like Eddie was standing by Janice with his arm wrapped around her waist. Sandy was in the kitchen and Kimberly was already sitting at the table, oblivious to what was going on.

So this why you want me to be cool with this nigga? Y’all trying to be a happy family now? Eddie asked his parents as I moved closer to him.

Monica, what are you doing here? a familiar voice asked. I looked toward the door and saw that Uncle T was coming in.

Uncle T, what are you doing here? I asked in a shaky voice. My heart started beating fast, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

1

Monica

When I woke up, I was surrounded by darkness. The sound of a machine was beeping in the distance. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that I was the hospital.

Eddie?

I’m here. How you feeling? he answered, flicking on the lamp that was near my bedside.

I’m sleepy, and my head hurts. What happened?

You passed out when we were at my grandmother’s house.

Slowly, memories of earlier in the day started to cloud my mind.

Why was my uncle T there? I can’t really remember many details, but I remember seeing his face. How does your family know him?

You’re talking about Patrick, right?

Yes.

He runs with my pops. They’ve been friends for years.

He was my pop’s right hand man. I’ve known him all my life.

I rubbed my head because I was so confused. My head was pounding.

Don’t stress it, baby. I’ll figure it out. Just relax.

The door to my room opened, and a black woman walked into the room holding a clipboard.

Mrs. Edwards, how are you feeling?

A little confused and sleepy.

That’s to be expected. You suffered a drop in blood flow to your brain which caused you to faint. You hit your head on a table when you fell. The good thing is that you don’t have a concussion. Here are your discharge papers. Just try to take it easy for the next couple of days, and give me a call if you start to feel worse, she said, handing me her business card along with my discharge papers.

Thank you, Dr. Mitchell.

I read the card and thought that her name sounded very familiar.

No problem, and I’m serious about you calling me if you don’t feel well. Your parents were great people.

She left the room, and then I realized where I knew her from. I’d seen her in passing when she used to come to the trap and work on anyone who was injured. My father didn’t shield me from shit. He exposed me to a lot of things that my mother didn’t agree with. I would be in the corner watching the doctor work on people who’d been shot or stabbed.

Are you ready to go, baby? Eddie asked, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in the button-down shirt that he had on. Eddie knew he was every woman’s dream. He always looked like he owned the world, even when he was just chilling in sweats and a T-shirt. As he moved closer to me, the smell of his cologne tickled my nose.

You smell so good.

He was standing over me and staring into my eyes.

I always smell good. Yo, you scared the shit out of me. Don’t be doing that shit again.

Chuckling, I rubbed the side of his face. His skin felt as smooth as silk, and his lips looked so inviting that I had to grab the sides of his face and pull him closer to me. His tongue danced in and out of my mouth as we engaged in a passionate kiss.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Sorry to interrupt. I just need to disconnect your IV. After that, you’ll be good to go, the petite white nurse said, standing at the door. Eddie moved to the side so the nurse could come around to my right side and do what she had to do. After she was done, he helped me get up and headed home.

Hey, baby. How are you feeling? Janice asked as soon as we walked into the front door. She was standing over the stove in a house dress, and her hair was tied up. We decided not to go back to the condo tonight, because Janice’s apartment was closer. I knew she was happy that we were here because she didn’t want us to move out. When we moved some of our clothing and things out last week, she was in tears. I loved that she cared about me like I was her daughter because I needed that ever since the death of my parents.

Hey, ma. I’m a little sleepy, but other than that, I’m okay.

Janice and I had gotten closer ever since I moved in, and I did look at her like a motherly figure, even though she wasn’t that old.

Okay, well sit at the table and eat something. Then you can go lay down. I don’t want you to go to sleep on an empty stomach.

Eddie helped me to the kitchen table, and Janice brought me a bowl of soup. The aroma of the chicken soup made my stomach growl which reminded me that I hadn’t really eaten since earlier this morning.

Here you go.

She handed me a spoon and a cornbread muffin before going to her bedroom.

I’m going to jump in the shower. You good? Eddie asked.

Yeah.

Alright, call me if you need me.

Eddie placed a kiss on my lips before walking out of the kitchen. As I sat alone in the kitchen blowing on the soup to cool it down, I thought about the events that happened earlier in the day. How did Uncle T know Eddie’s family? I knew that Eddie’s father, Roscoe, was involved in the streets, but I’d never seen him around my father or Uncle T. How could he be best friends with Roscoe and my father and I not know anything about it? Something was off, and I prayed that I wasn’t sleeping with enemy.

2

Eddie

This bitch, Marilynda, was going to make me kill her ass. I definitely told her ass that I had some family shit going on and that I would check her once shit was straight at home, but she didn’t get it. She’d been blowing my ass up for the past three days. It got so bad that I just had to turn my phone off. I couldn’t have my shit going crazy while I was chilling with wifey. Monica wasn’t dumb, so she would know that something was up if I ignored my ringing phone. I just decided to turn that bitch completely off.

Ever since Monica passed out, I was at the crib making sure she was okay. I hadn’t even been in the streets because I was worried about my shorty. My stash was stacked after hitting my pop’s traps, so I really didn’t have to be in the streets every day like that anyway.

Baby, I want something sweet.

Monica and I were chilling in our room, and she was cuddled on my chest. We’d just finished fucking, and I couldn’t even flex. She had the best pussy that I’d ever had. Her shit stayed wet and juicy for a nigga, and just knowing that I was the only nigga to ever slide into the good shit she had between her legs made a nigga feel something for her pretty ass. She was talking about she wanted something sweet, and I was damn sure ‘bout to get my ass up and get whatever the fuck she wanted, even if she wanted my ass to walk two hours to get some fucking cheesecake.

What you got a taste for?

Umm, apple pie and ice cream.

From McDonald’s?

She chuckled, hitting me on my abs.

No, you know I don’t eat that shit.

That’s ‘cause your ass is bougie. Those apple pies at McDonald’s are the truth.

I don’t want that. Can you go to Publix and get us an apple pie and the vanilla bean ice cream by Breyer’s?

Monica looked at me with her bottom lip poked out, damn near begging.

How long your ass been sitting over here plotting on that shit?

Ever since you pulled out.

She laughed.

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