Promise Me Forever: Falling For A Young Boss

By CoCo Amoure

At twenty-five years old, Promise Marshall believes that she’s met the man of her dreams, the day she is introduced to thirty-six-year-old Ameechi White, better known as Meechi. Sparks fly, and in less than three months, the couple moves in together. In the beginning of their relationship, Meechi was kind, loving, and caring. The fairytale quickly ends when she realizes that he is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After three long years, Promise has finally reached the end of the road and wants out. However, Meechi is not willing to let her walk away so easily. But after carefully devising a plan of escape, Promise leaves like a thief in the night.

Soon after arriving in Atlanta, Promise meets the very sexy, Tariq Jordan, a reformed young hustler with a go get it mentality, who is used to getting whatever he set his eyes on. Against her better judgment, she finds herself falling for Tariq. Just as Promise’s life takes a turn for the better, her past comes back with a vengeance, threatening to destroy her newfound happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Feb 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648404603

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Prologue

Bitch, I know you was out fucking tonight! Meechi growled, slamming his fist into Promise’s face. It was five o’clock in the morning, and Meechi was just getting home from his baby mama, Yvette’s, house. Meechi knew the shit he was doing was wrong. He loved Promise, and he refused to let anyone else have her, no matter how many bitches he fucked in the streets. She belonged to him.

Promise raised her hands, trying to block his ferocious blows. He’d awakened her from a deep sleep with yet another beating. It took her a minute to get her bearings to even realize what was going on.

Meechi, what are you talking about, baby? I haven’t left the house all day, she said as she cried. Tears were streaming down her face. The pungent smell of liquor assaulted her nose. The beatings were becoming more and more frequent, and Promise didn’t know how much more she could take. She loved Meechi with everything in her, but his abusive ways were quickly diminishing the love she felt for him.

Nah, bitch, you gon’ learn to do what the fuck I say. My man said he saw your car on the east side. Who the fuck you go over there to see? And don’t lie, or I’mma really beat yo’ ass! he yelled.

The demonic look in his blood shot eyes revealed that he meant every word. Promise’s entire body shook in sheer terror. Truthfully, she had been home all day, too scared to even leave the house.

Meechi, I swear to God that I wasn’t on the east side seeing anybody. I’ve been home all day, baby. I promise, she pleaded. Instead of him coming home in a rage, she should have been the one upset. Meechi left the house around noon the day before, and had the nerve to come home, beating on her.

Yeah, okay… let me find out yo’ ass lying, he slurred.. After shoving her in the head, he got up from their bed and headed to the bathroom without an ounce of remorse.

Promise was lying there crying and wondering how Meechi could treat her so badly when she loved him so much. Promise never gave him a reason not to trust her, not once.

When she met Meechi, she just knew God had finally answered her prayers. He was kind, generous, and loving. Raider, which was her older sister’s boyfriend, introduced Promise to Meechi three years ago. Ameechi Jamir White immediately swept Promise off her feet. Before long, the two of them were inseparable.

It was love at first sight when she laid eyes on his fine ass. Meechi stood a solid six feet tall, smooth chocolate skin, with low cut wavy hair that led into a full beard. He towered over her small five foot two frame. Not to mention, he was tatted up just the way she liked her men. The white wife beater he was wearing showed off his many tattoos. The best thing about him was his killer smile. That smile won her over time and time again.

Within three months of dating, he’d asked Promise to move in with him, and she eagerly agreed. At the age of twenty-five, dating a man eleven years her senior, Promise just knew she’d hit the jackpot. There was no more playing childish games with these youngstas. She had a real man on some grown man shit.

Before long, she came to know that everything that glittered wasn’t always gold. Meechi turned out to be worse than any of her past boyfriends. He failed to tell her about his three baby mamas, bad credit, and heavy drinking problem when they first met. The apartment that he lived in was in his sister’s name, and the rent was one month behind, all of which she found out later on down the road. Meechi worked at his Uncle Rico’s mechanic shop and hustled weed on the side. It seemed as if he smoked more weed than he actually sold. The drinking was another vice that he loved to throw money away on.

Promise silently prayed to God to give her the strength to leave this nightmarish relationship. She feared that if she didn’t leave soon, Meechi was going to kill her one day.

After taking a quick shower, Meechi climbed into bed beside Promise and pulled her into his arms. She immediately cringed when he touched her.

Baby, I’m sorry we fought, but when I heard you were on the east side, I thought you were over there seeing your ex. You know how much I love you, Promise, he said softly, kissing her on the side of her neck. It was crazy how quickly he went from being enraged to being loving and apologetic.

Tears continued to cascade down her face. Emotionally, she was drained. The last three years had been hell, and Promise refused to continue living in constant fear. Something had to change, and fast.

1

Meechi walked up to his baby mama, Yvette’s house and used the key she’d given him to let himself in. Yvette was the mother of his first and oldest daughter, Asia. Yvette didn’t work, but instead, she lived off government assistance. From time to time, she did hair on the side to keep extra cash in her pockets.

Vette? Meechi yelled out before closing the door behind him. He told Promise that he was going to pick Asia up for a daddy-daughter play date. He figured that would buy him enough time to fuck and lay up with Yvette without Promise blowing his phone up.

Hey, baby. I’m upstairs, Yvette called out. Meechi walked into the bedroom to find Yvette butt ass naked, lying across her bed. Instantly, he felt his dick rock up inside of his boxers. Meechi licked his lips before pulling his hoodie over his head and tossing it onto the dirty floor. That was another thing he disliked about Yvette, she didn’t know how to keep a clean house.

Damn, you weren’t lying when you said you wanted this dick, huh? he chuckled , grabbing a handful of his manhood. Yvette was an average looking red bone. One thing she had going for her was her banging ass body. She stood about five feet tall with a small waist, big ass titties, and a huge round ass.

No matter who he fucked with, Yvette was always there. Of course, she begged and pleaded with him to leave Promise so that they could be together, but he’d outgrown Yvette. Plus, she didn’t have any drive or ambition in life. All she liked to do was smoke weed, party, and run the streets with her thot ass friends.

Hell nah. I wasn’t lying, she said, rolling over onto her back, spreading her legs wide open. One look at her pretty bald pussy, and Meechi removed the rest of his clothes in record time. Yvette reached down between her legs and began running her fingers down the slit of her juicy pussy.

Meechi joined her on the bed and placed his face right in between her luscious thighs. He used his hands to spread her fat pussy lips apart and slowly licked her engorged clit.

Yes, daddy! She moaned aloud as he swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Some men ate a woman out because that was what women liked, but Meechi ate pussy because he loved it. Although he loved the taste of pussy, he only went down on Promise and Yvette. The other hoes he was fucking with could only get the dick.

After making Yvette cum in his mouth twice, he was ready to fuck. Meechi reached for his jeans that were lying on the floor and pulled a condom out of his pocket.

What are you doing, baby? You don’t need that shit, Yvette whined. She’d been trying desperately to get pregnant again by Meechi, but every time they fucked, he used a condom.

The fuck you mean, Vette? Don’t start that shit. You already know what’s up. Promise is my woman, and I ain’t about to get caught out here with another baby, he frowned, ripping the top of the condom wrapper off with his teeth. He’d damn near lost Promise with the last baby he had on her.

I’m just saying… I thought you said you were trying to leave that bitch anyway. What’s wrong with giving Asia a brother or sister?

Yvette continued to pout. She’d put up with Meechi’s ass long enough. It was time he came to his senses and realized that he belonged with her and Asia.

What the fuck did you just call my woman? You better watch yo’ ma’fuckin’ mouth, Vette, before I put my fist in it, he said with a scowl. He didn’t come over here for all this mouth. Suddenly, Meechi was no longer in the mood. Yvette and her big ass mouth had killed his vibe.

Meechi stood up and started getting dressed. He still had love for Yvette, but nothing like the love he felt for Promise. If she thought for one second that he would ever leave Promise for her, she had another thing coming.

Yvette knew that she’d crossed the line by calling his precious Promise a bitch, but what did he expect her to say?

Please don’t leave, Meechi. I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that I miss you when you’re not here. Let’s start over, she said, crawling to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. She reached for his hand, trying to stop him from putting his jeans back on.

Nah, fuck that. I came over here for some peace and quiet, and you done fucked that up with your mouth. When we started back fucking around heavy, I told you what was up. Now, all you do is bitch and complain. I can get that shit at home, he frowned, snatching his hand away from her grasp.

Tears formed in Yvette’s eyes as she sat on the bed, watching Meechi get fully dressed. She’d sent Asia to spend the night with her mother, so she and Meechi could have some alone time, and now he was leaving all because of her big ass mouth. The plan was to fuck his brains out, smoke some loud, and get him drunk so he’d pass out and spend the night.

Yvette knew Meechi enough to know that once he’d made up his mind about something, there wasn’t anything she could say or do to change it. Yvette didn’t know what it was about Meechi, but no matter how many bitches he fucked with or babies he had, she couldn’t get him out of her system. One way or another, she was going to get him back.

I’m out, and clean up this nasty ass house before my daughter gets back, he grumbled before walking out of the door. Meechi bolted down the stairs in a rush. Yvette was on some extra shit, and he wasn’t in the mood for her dramatics today. If her pussy and head game wasn’t so good, he would have been stopped fucking with her.

Meechi hopped in his black 2013 Dodge Charger and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. After locating Deja’s name in his call list, he hit the call button. Deja was his youngest daughter, Amari’s, mother. She had a man, but she never turned Meechi down whenever he wanted some ass.

Hello, Deja sang into the phone. Her sexy ass voice always did turn Meechi on.

What up? You busy? he replied.

Nah, why? What’s up?

A nigga trying to come through and chill with you, Meechi said, putting his car in reverse and backing out of Yvette’s driveway. He already knew Deja’s answer was going to be yes. She couldn’t resist his good wood.

Okay, that’s cool. You can come by. Dre ain’t gonna be home for about three more hours, and your daughter would love to see you, she stated.

Alright, I’m on my way.

Meechi hit the end call button with a smirk on his face. One monkey don’t stop no show, he thought to himself.

2

The blaring sound of the alarm clock woke Promise up from a peaceful sleep. Forcing her eyes open, she glanced at the digital clock resting on the cherry wood nightstand, and it read seven-thirty in the morning. She silenced the alarm and sat up on the edge of the bed.

Promise glanced over her shoulder to make sure the alarm hadn’t woken Meechi up. Seeing that he was still asleep, she quietly crept into the master bathroom. Promise pulled her flimsy nightie over her head and tossed it onto the floor. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, wondering how she’d allowed herself to be in such a tumultuous relationship. Promise knew she deserved better. She recalled all the times she allowed Meechi to bruise her flawless mocha complexion with black and blue marks. Looks weren’t everything, but Promise knew she was one bad ass female. Her thick curvy frame always drew attention whenever she entered a room.

Finally, Promise pulled her long black tresses into a ponytail and stepped into the shower. She had no idea what time Meechi finally came home last night. Once she’d popped a sleeping pill and drank a full glass of wine, she was out for the count. Lately, he’d been coming and going as he pleased without offering any explanation. Whenever she questioned him, he would get irate, and they’d end up fighting.

After their last fight, Promise knew she had to make plans to escape the abuse. Leaving Meechi was not going to be an easy task. For the last couple of