Savage'd: Love + Trust = Betrayal

By Courtney Harvey

Cream, a young, independent, top fashion designer entrepreneur has blocked her heart from "LOVE" after a cold hearted, heart stopping break up. From that day forward self love, glow, and growth became the only intimacy Cream has known. All men were judged to be play toys, distractions, and simply a "pure waste of time."

When a handsome gentleman by the name Surpreme walks into Cream's boutique her beauty and unique personality steals his attention immediately. Over the course of time his attractive charm raises a rock bottom battle of tuggle war between Cream and her internal struggle with the emotions that pained her in the worst way.

"Love & Trust" unapologetically!!!!!!!!!!!

Can Surpreme turn Cream's dark world for love back to light? Or once a good girl gone SAVAGE there's no turning back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781665564656

Courtney Harvey

I have a passion for urban romanced & hood books! #blacklove I try my best everyday to become a better writer. I will be good at getting work done at a reasonable time. My readers are very important to me. This book is Fiction

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Savage’D

LOVE

+

TRUST

=

BETRAYAL

COURTNEY HARVEY

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© 2022 Courtney Harvey. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/15/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-5016-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-6465-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022912775

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CONTENTS

Dedication

Chapter 1Cream

Chapter 2He Better Be Good To You

Chapter 3First Everything

Chapter 4Let Go

Chapter 5First Impression

Chapter 6Second Impression

Chapter 7Earned

Chapter 8Phone Flow

Chapter 9A Dozen Of Roses

Chapter 10Keep Kissing Me & Don’t Stop

Chapter 11Late Nights, Early Evening

Chapter 12Constantly

Chapter 13Damange’D To Savage’D

Chapter 14This Feeling Won’t Stop

Chapter 15From Dream To Reality

Chapter 16I Need Love

Chapter 17No Love

Chapter 18I Can’t Be Your Friend

Chapter 19Choices & Decisions

Chapter 20Emotions & Roulette

Chapter 21Just When

About the Author

About the Model

DEDICATION

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To my 2 #1 ladies. My Og (Vicy Cashaw) & Mom (Shirley Cashaw). I’ve admired & looked up to the respect & values yall always carried for yourself as women, since a little girl. Thanks for showing me how to be a strong black woman & to never fold. Because of yall I will forever be a lady of class A plus. My love for yall is always.

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To my husband Rico Harvey. Baby forever just ain’t enough to love you my gentle gentleman. Thanks for always motivating me even when we both know my laptop come before you sometime, but you know what’s up after a long day of work daddy!

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To Shaniqua Harper I appreciate your patience, loyalty, & excitement through this whole process with me. I ask you to bring pressure & you stepped on loads of necks as a model. A city girl ain’t got a thang on you. I love you dearly & pray we blow up TOGETHER!

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CHAPTER 1

Cream

Thank you God for another day. Cream said with joy like every morning. Her eyes were still closed shut with crust, while laying on her back. The clock alarm Cream had set for six fifty eight am was beeping. Cream mind was woke, but her body language told a different story.

Time to get yourself together. Cream soft whispered her body, and soul, into waking up with a pep talk. She stretched, and yarned, like the early morning queen she was. Silk sheets, and warm covers, made leaving the bed difficult to do. However, plus the air condition to, was Cream hardest goodbye. Everything about her mood was priceless. The next alarm on her phone, was about to sound off from a speaker loudly.

After a couple seconds of patiently waiting, the beat finally came on. Cream body got live with her mind. It was seven o clock am on the dot. This alarm was titled get yo lazy peaches up.

Cream did a happy couchie pop dance under the covers to Don’t Stop by Megan Thee Stallion. Rolling and rocking, Cream was definitetly working it without a chance of stopping. This song lit Cream just now waking up spirit" on Saturday mornings, in a special way differently, every time unlike the clock does.

"It’s my ME time day bitccccheeeessssss." Cream hollered loudly still popping her shit to the beat. Thinking about how much love she was about to give and show herself, is all could be thought about. Some time ago, Cream treated and named Saturday....self care day. Half this day was spent pampering herself to the top notch shine imaginable.

Shopping, hair slays, getting medi’s and pedi’s customarily, writing inside her personal journals, yoga, and setting healthy boundaries, were just a handful treasured.

Most important one, was awarding herself expensively, Cream style!

Thinking about how long, and exhausting the week had been, Cream wished she left a bottled wine near by on rocks. She’d pop the top, roll outta bed, than pop, lock, and drop it scrubbing the floor.

There was no limit to how low she could go.

See.

Monday-Friday Cream was her own certified boss. Opening nine am sharp every morning, and closing ten pm not a half second late ever. Than after closing, Cream updated the website if needed one last time. Cream worked over twelve hours faithfully daily, slaying her fingers down to the bone handmaking perfect lingerie sets, and other clothings. Creating lingerie sets was Cream personal favorite.

Anytime fashion needed to be done, ladies all over the world counted on Cream for the job. So many, that by the weekend Cream would be so burnt outta fuel, she went from working everyday, to demanding herself two days off weekly. She enjoyed them by powering herself back up mentally, physically, and emotionally, with the side of no exceptions for work periodt.

Though Cream was money making dumb crazy about her favorite nigga Mulah, she refused to mate with him on weekends.

No matter how naked the hustle in her felt on weekends!

She had to!!!!!!!!

In all, business had been in session since the age of sixteen. Cream still shivered to this day at how far constant loyal blood, sweat, and tears, has led her ten years later.

Now only at twenty-six, Cream managed to keep her small growing bussiness boutique CreamDream, a earning profit of a little over twelve thousand dollars monthly thus far.

Before these days, Cream was lucky if she made a hundred dollars for the month.

At first, Cream started off selling eye lashes, and make-up only, with many cries for customers. Only because of dedicated time, business started multiplying by the dozen weekly. The unbelievable accomplishing rank caused Cream to go viral suddenly.

Cream wisdom on beauty tips kept the customers of all ages coming, and growing, back to back outta experienced trust. From Cream first customer down to the last, she been told her beauty and personality is one of a kind. Her spirit motivated any age. Cream made sure to add a extra tender dash of love, dealing with the older ladies.

They always left feeling young, and sexy.

Cream grinned widely thinking about how CreamDream originally started. It was’nt til the age of eighteen. Cream exposed her passion for fashion design.

One day, Cream finally built the guts to convince a favorite big cousin name Sage, into trusting her, to create a lingerie set for a special night of her choice.

Since it was what Cream explained a dream vision, Sage was ready to put the style into reality test. That night Cream measured Sage excitedly, putting a creation into motion.

Cream could see Sage modeling in the set before hand now.

Two days later Cream was done.!

It was time to hear picky Sage opinion.

Try on day, Sage was in magic awe, pouncing all around Cream bedroom shaking ass in a lace black leopard print lingerie set. So what night you gone wear this on? Cream remember asking Sage like yesterday.

Giiirl, I’m gone wear this tonight just because, for my baby Sevan Sage replied with big dreamy eyes. She was so sprung and in love with his fine ass. Cream could never forget the three crispy twenty dollar bills Sage quickly gave after her answer, though the deal was free of charge.

Follow yo dreams, and watch you make a whole lotta moe money baby cousin. Sage told Cream with genuine motivation proudly.

Cream knew choosing Sage for the test would bring more money, since she was known as a honest promoting queen. People would trust her referral with no questions asked.

The family multiplied as well that year. Exactly six weeks later, Cream received a phone call from Sage, announcing her and Sevan went half on a baby that night.

That moment forward, CreamDream was developed and business expanded blessingly. Sure enough, now Cream was making hunnids to thousands on items. Her attitude cashed generous tips on the side as well.

Thinking back.

Cream held onto her secret talent til eighteen for three major reasons.

One.....Particularly because it would introduce the inner freaky side of her world.

Two....She was fourteen when the class about lingerie became a passion to design Cream way.

Three......! Mama bear Kimora!!!!!!!!

Cream could picture her mother Kimora now fussing to the top of her lungs screaming lingerie is to damn explicit for your dreams Cream, in disbelief had she said something before of age.

By time Cream reached age nineteen, she saved up enough thous and purchased a brick rhinestone shop, located in her hometown Los Angeles.

Along with the shop and logo CreamDream, Cream created a website she updated hourly and reguraly. The media app instagram brought an extra growing customer line outside of her hometown, which ment more customers and a different kinda support.

Cream side hustled applying make up & installing wigs inside CreamDream boutique.

Now that Don’t Stop was done playing, Cream made it her business to get up, doll up, and fuck some commas up!

She rolled the silk sheet and cover from off her body, and slipped her feet into the ugg house shoes next to her. A good morning relief took over Cream deep down inside the soul.

It was a feeling so natural!

Cream got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen area. She opened the wine cabinet, than grabbed a champagne glass, and Taylor Port wine. After pouring a glass full, Cream placed the bottle into the fridge to chill.

Sipping and switching, Cream headed back into the bedroom. The bathroom was connected inside, and she was ready to take a hot bubble bath, and relax. Cream sat the glass of wine on the bathroom sink, than ran a tub of hot water only. She poured Victoria Secret bubble bath into the tub, and mixed the mixture using her hand.

Cream inhaled a deep breath, taking in the fresh scent of body wash. She could’nt wait to soak her body in it.

Reaching at the towel rack next beside, Cream retrieved two small towels. One, she tossed in the bath water. With the second towel, she held her hand under the running water soaking it wet.

Once squeezing the towel out, Cream stood in front of the bathroom mirror, and washed her face clean. Around and around, Cream scrubbed in a circular motion. Every circle brought her to life.

After being satisfied, Cream throwed the towel in a dirty laundry basket in the corner. From the front, to the back of Cream home, was organized neatly, and clean.

Glancing at the water, Cream rushed to turn it off. It was getting way to high almost over flowing.

Switching back to the sink, Cream thought about what all she needed, and wanted to do. The news stated today would be sunny as sun. So, Cream promised to fulfill it with her blissful shine.

When Cream grabbed her glass of wine from the sink, she downed it dry. Her Saturday morning was just getting started, and she cranked it how she wanted. Cream placed the glass back down on the sink, and brushed her teeth squeaky clean. After gargling her mouth clean with mouthwash, Cream spit in the sink, than turned the running water off.

Swaying in front the tub, Cream got in her cake day bodysuit. She turned her head to look in the mirror. Standing conceited, Cream knew she was yummier than birthday cake and the icing.

Yessssssss. Make some real good lovin to me. Cream said developing holy chills, when she put one foot into the hot bubbly water.

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You look so good my honey milk love. Cream undoubtedly said, hyping herself with a luxury glamour kissy kiss batting her eyes. Staring into the long glittery mirror hanging from the bedroom door, Cream knew she was the shit even while living single.

Standing five’ten with one helluva waist, everything about Cream could make a nigga scream before he ever creamed. Cream literally talked, and walked, like the conceited top tier hottie she was created to be. Being intelligent, along with beauty swagger, was a extra plus Cream valued with pride.

Girl you a real true blessing. They gone always have to count you countless times. Cream added still admiring the young woman she had grown to be in the mirror.

Weighing a solid thick one hundred sixty pounds, Cream clothes fitted voluptuous around her curvy curves. Without a doubt she was unfuckwitable. Her tight figure remained naturally shaped by working out, eating healthy, and drinking plenty of water on her most irresistible laziest days.

Even on Cream one cheat day of the week she ate in consideration.

Keeping a healthy mental state of mind, played a bigger role on how Cream aged fine as wine with time. Her great granny always taught her, strees caused wrinkles, and saggy baggy eyes growing up.

Today Cream rocked a short mini orange sundress, with a pair of all over white sandals on her feet to match. White Prada jewelry hung around Cream ankle, wrist, and neck. She wore pearl white diamond earrings as well adding royalty into her diva style.

Listening to Like A Stallion by Megan Thee Stallion feeling bad and boujee, Cream shook the twenty inch virgin deep wave weave sewed to her head real sadity like, round and round in a circular motion. After swirling around, she bent over to wobble the juicy peach that poked from behind, God blessed her with. Word around town the sight was so hypnotizing, fellas in the streets nicknamed Cream ass, Sunrise.

Cream was flattered but never interested enough to spread her legs wide. All their attention went in one ear, and quickly out the other. Having a high body count just cause her body was fire like dope was’nt smokin. Left up to Cream, men would die of thirst fantasizing her sugary dripping Cookie Cream. Queen vibes was the energy Cream maintained switching like gold by any group of guys standing around. Classy and elegance was the only pair of heels Cream saw fit to ever wear period stepping. And you could’nt walk in em, if every man done dipped in you. Because of that, Cream kept a pure body, and soul, despite being far from a virgin.

Cream adored being at the top of all men hit list. By a long shot, Cream was no man fool. The same men that thirsted for her, lurked the next woman as well, who turned and broke necks walking by.

It was just something about men doggish disloyalty made Cream vibe feel so annoyed, smelling them from a mile away. They were so untrustworthy, Cream only trusted men far as she could see them.

When family and friends asked about her love life, Cream always gave them one favorite answer. I’m in love with a dead man name Benjamin Franklin. When asked for a explanation why? Cream always pleaded the fifth.

Eventually they all stop asking!

The thought of another embarrassing relationship, made Cream puke silently inside to the fullest max. Far as Cream was concerned she’d die alone, before ever claiming another sneaky low down dirty so call man.

Cream was a bread winner. There was nothing a man could do for her, she could’nt herself. Not even to show love, because she was full of vitamin self love already.

Still wobbling her ass to the music, Cream grabbed the Prada orange framed shades next by on the night stand. She put them on, and turned frontwards admiring the reflection she saw in the mirror.

Today gone be a damn good day. Cream said softly smiling, and rolling her pair of thunder thick hips back, forth, and side to side.

Without a question, Cream was the number one woman walking the streets. Not only in her mind, but to a lot of others as well. If a bitch ever called Cream ugly the hate never phased. Why? It was simple as one...two....three! Twenty times outta ten, Cream could go fuck that same chick man, brother, daddy, or uncle if she desired to.

Good thang she respected her body and was’nt so vulnerable chasing revenge.

Cream phone began to ring interrupting the music she was listening to. Glancing at the name, Cream shook her head knowing how the conversation was about to go.

What’s up cousn. Cream sweetly talked like a baby.

Cream you’re in the mirror dancing aint chu.? The voice on the other end said.

Cream smiled. No one knew her like Sage.

Yup. I’m leaving rite now. Cream answered grabbing her keys and purse, aware she was already running twenty minutes late for a spa appointment with Sage.

Alright. I’ll be waiting. Sage replied and shortly after they ended their phone call.

Cream locked the front door before stepping into the outside world.

It was time to join the traffic. Cream could vision the drools and stairs men would willingly give, when she popped out her ride taking care self business.

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CHAPTER 2

He Better Be Good To You

Whew. Cream said breaking a small sweat leaning her head against the door. As the day blossomed, it was pretty as flowers blowing a whole lotta heat. Cream had just walked into the home holding numerous shopping bags. She made a total of seven trips, walking back and forth grabbing two handfulls of shopping bags each time.

Luckily, the walk from her car and front door was a very short walk.

She pressed the car lock button, and heard her car alarm set off. After twisting the door knob lock, Cream walked back into her bedroom and placed the last couple of bags inside the closet, next to all the other ones she bought today.

Cream closed the closet door. She’d worry about putting everything up tomorrow.

It was six pm in the evening. Cream made special reservations for dinner tonight alone, a little earlier all of a sudden. Spending time solo dolo has became one of Cream most favorite personal hobbies since being single.

That day changed Cream life forever in a phenomenal way. Her personality switched to Cream vs Cream full steadily personally. Also during that time, Cream developed a self inner love with the mirror. It helped to stay up on her newest found love within self. As fine and sexy Cream is, she was full of herself before meeting her now ex Ace.

How could she not be?

Never get it twisted. Cream been had high self esteem all her life. Age, wisdom, and major life changes exposed deeper roots of values she did’nt understand before, like now.

The saying when you know better, you do better was more than true in Cream world.