Fiending for His Love (5 page)

Trent decided he would give Charisma a 30-day trial. If she continued to behave and obey him the way she was doing then he would keep her longer before he sent her off to his cousin. Little did he know, Charisma was no one hit acquitter. One taste of her and he was hooked like an addict and there was no turning back. Spoiling her, catering to her, and always making her smile was what made Charisma happy and Trent did those things, going beyond to keep his number one girl the happiest and the fliest chick that Philly had ever laid eyes on.

“Harder! Harder!” Charisma yelled, trying to catch hers before Trent caught his, which would leave her to masturbate; something that she sure as hell wasn’t up for today.

Hot rushes of water drops fell onto the two bodies. They turned the shower into their personal sex box. Trent was so turned on as he thrust in and out of Charisma as hard as possible like she’d asked.

Charisma held the top bar that was connected to the shower to keep her balance. “Oooh, baby! Harder! Give me all you got!” she moaned out.

Her wish was his command. He grabbed her by her tiny waist and began thrusting inside of her even harder. Her insides were going to pay for the dick that was being jammed up in her later. “Ahhh!” Trent moaned.

Charisma knew that any second now it was about to be a done deal. She threw her fat ass back against him. She could feel his scrotum slamming against her ass, which turned her on even more. “Ooh.” Charisma let go of the pole and right before she was about to release everything in her…
Bam!

The glass of the shower door shattered. Charisma went head first through the wreckage. Trent wasn’t quick enough to catch her. She went sliding across the bathroom floor.
SMACK!
She hit her head on the toilet and fell straight out on her back.

“Oh shit!” Trent yelled.

The freak accident scared the day lights out of him. Charisma lay straight out on the slippery bathroom floor. Trent didn’t know whether she was dead or not. He stood over her with his dick dripping in her face. He didn’t even notice that he was accidentally dripping his babies all over her face. He squatted down and slightly shook Charisma. “Baby,” he whined.

He was damn near in tears.

Not knowing what to do, Trent rushed to his phone and placed a call to 911.

Before they arrived he quickly placed a towel over the top of her to cover up her body. The last thing he wanted was some pervert staring at his girl’s naked body.

“Trent?” Charisma spoke faintly.

Trent rushed back over stared down at her. She was totally out of it. He was so damn happy that she was alive. For a second he’d really started to panic and thought that he’d lost the only girl he’d ever loved.

“I love you,” Charisma softly spoke again.

“I love you more,” Trent told her as he held her hand, tracing the inside of her palm. He couldn't help it. Business had turned into personal and he was already deeply in love with her.

Charisma could feel Trent’s tear drops as they rolled off his of cheeks and onto her face.

A day later Charisma was out of the hospital. The only thing she suffered from was embarrassment when she had to explain to the police officers what had happen. Some nut case nurse at the hospital called the police telling them that Charisma was a part of a domestic violence act.

On the day she was discharged Charisma paged the nurse who she knew had lied on her. Charisma let that nosey ass bitch have it. She cursed the bitch out so bad that it started a riot between the two of them. “Lady you don’t know me so stay the hell out of my business!” Charisma yelled at the nurse. She was trying not to lose her cool but the nurse was pushing her buttons.

“You know I was trying to save you, you know help you. You are the one that came up in here all beaten up.” The nurse sucked her teeth.

“Beaten up? I said it was a damn accident. Go try to save someone else. I don’t need to be fucking saved!”
“The next time he beat your ass and you come up in here I’ll just ignore it since ya ass don’t need to be saved.” The nurse said under her breath.

Before leaving out she began to giggle, which pissed Charisma off. She hated the fact that a stranger who didn’t know her tried to make fun of her and judge her at the same time.

“Bitch laugh at me one more damn time and I will wipe that damn smile off your face and you’ll be the one that needs to be saved.” Charisma yelled as she got all up in the nurse face, invading her privacy. The nurse didn’t back down. She was ready for Charisma to put her hands on her so she could lay her out. Or so she thought. To piss Charisma off the nurse laughed right in her face and turned around saying all sorts of rude things to Charisma. Charisma down near lost it and before she was able to put her hands on the nurse someone came saving the nurse and ending the commotion between the two of them before it escaladed into a cat fight. Truthfully, Charisma didn't want to fight the nurse; she was way too classy for that. But the nurse didn't care how classy Charisma was. She wasn't going to tolerate the disrespect. As soon as Charisma walked past her she grabbed her by her locks and started to go hard.

Charisma quickly turned around and kicked her in her chin. Having the upper hand, Charisma beat the brakes off of the girl. After she was done, she neatly placed her hair in a tight bun at the top of her head.

“I'm sorry everyone,” she told the bystanders.

Her apology didn't mean a thing, Charisma ended up getting kicked out of the hospital. She didn’t mind because her man was right there to pick her up. The nurse on the other hand got the shitty end of the stick. She was only concerned about her patient and in return she got her ass beat and loss her job of five years. Plenty of times she’d seen females come in who were battered and bruised by their lover but stated otherwise. It was her job to report anything that she thought was suspicious. Over the next few days Charisma and Trent joked about their freak accident….              

Months later…

Trent was sitting in the living room bagging up his drugs while Charisma sat Indian-style across from him counting his money. Every day she saw more progress in Trent’s hustling. She remembered when he used to nickel and dime it. Now her man was that nigga pushing nothing but weight; selling pure cocaine throughout all of the towns in Philadelphia. When she first met Trent he had a nice wardrobe, a nice car, and a nice house. Now they had so much more. He was a much better and successful hustler with a little encouragement from his girl, who was his number one fan.

The finer things in life that her father had once given her and worked so damn hard for, she was now getting way much more of from Trent. Trent hustled hard for himself and Charisma and was hoping that one day he could build a future with her. He was craving for a little Trent. Some nights he spent dreaming about a Trent Jr. and marrying the love of his life.

“Babe, soon we going to have to get a money counter. This is way too much money for me to be counting by hand,” Charisma expressed.

Trent nodded his head up. She was right. There was a lot of stuff that he needed to start investing his money in. A money counter was definitely one of those many things.

Charisma was naive to the life of a hustler. She thought the only thing that Trent did was sell drugs and bring home hella money for her to spend. There was so much more to Trent that Charisma had no clue about. Really, he was living another life.

Trent also had the blood of many men on his hands. He also had many niggas who wanted his ass. Before he got where he was he done a lot of dirty work. He had to start from somewhere right? Years ago Trent was just a young boy who wanted a piece of the pie. He dreamed of money every night; it was everything to him. Him and his partner Trig use to go out and rob small time hustlers. One day they finally hit a big lick. A well-paid hustler was in town from New Jersey and was stunting like hell. It was obvious to Trent and trigger happy Trig that the nigga was asking to be robbed. So they put in that work and took what they lawfully claimed was theirs and from there they were able to live carefree. Or so they thought.

After that big come up they left robbery alone. They had no need for it. For the love of money, Trent and Trig dipped and dabbed in selling females. They would find young dumb girls, turn them out, and ship them off to Florida to Trent's cousin Blaze, who would pay a good amount for each worthy female. If Blaze didn't want them he would always sale them off to some thirsty pimp. If Trent hadn’t fell so hard for Charisma she would have been long gone and probably would have lost her mind due to the crucial punishment that Blaze would have surely given her.

Charisma began to huff and puff as if she was the only one putting in hard work. As a matter-of-fact, Trent felt like she was behaving as if she did a damn thing besides sit on her pretty ass while shouting demands, spend money like it was water, and a little bit of cooking and cleaning here and there. All Trent asked her to do was one simple thing and that was to count the money and put it up.

Charisma gawked down at all the money scattered around the floor and began to huff and puff yet again. She gazed at the diamond watch resting nicely on her wrist. It was damn near 6:00PM. Her palms began to itch and her eyes began to water as she thought about missing the trip to the mall that she had been anticipating and was ready to take the moment Trent had walked in with two oversized duffel bags filled with money, guns, and drugs.

Trent sucked his teeth.
Now I see what my cousin meant. These women are very ungrateful. A nigga go out and bust his ass damn near risking his life every day and she wants to sit around huffing and puffing and complaining about counting money that I make and she spends like it grows on trees.
Counting the money and busting down the drugs was always frustrating to him, but if he wasn't complaining he sure as hell didn't want to see no one else complaining. By him not trusting no mother fucker besides himself and Charisma the two of them were left to do all the after work.

Although Trig was his right hand man, he’d seen firsthand how Trig put niggas that he called “his boys” to rest over that almighty dollar and he’d be damned if he was going to let a trigger happy, money hungry nigga take what was his. No way in hell was he going to let that shit happen.

“What’s your fucking problem?” Trent annoyingly questioned Charisma.

“Nothing!” Charisma huffed. She began to sweat profusely and her palms were itching like hell. She had forced herself to keep from crying. A week ago Trent had promised her a shopping spree yet failed to mention one thing about it as they worked.

Trent smiled on the inside as he watched Charisma’s actions. He had to admit that it was sad that she was about to burst out in a hissy fit any second. It was obvious that Charisma was a spoiled brat. He continued to fuck with her as he ignored her huffing and puffing. He got on the phone with Trig and began making plans. “Nah, I’m cool. I’m about to be on my way there now while Charisma handle some shit for me,” he bragged.

Charisma’s eyes got big as basketballs. Her eyes had fire in them like lightning bolts. She was beyond vexed. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something. But, knowing that she could have a slick mouth and say some hurtful things, she decided against it. One would never know how such awful things could come out of Charisma’s mouth.

Trent got up and grabbed the keys to his car. “How much is there?” he questioned Charisma.

She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth before answering. “I only counted $94,000 so far.” Charisma got very quiet.

The tension in the room was so damn thick that you could cut it would a knife.

“So you’re going to act like that?” Trent asked with a smile. She rarely saw him frowning. Even when he was pissed or ready to kill he would still be smiling with his finger on the trigger.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Don’t fucking play with me, girl.” Trent kneeled down by Charisma and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Like you got a fucking attitude.”

Charisma sucked her teeth and pouted her lips.

“Your ass was ready to cry because you can’t get what you want,” he told her. “You over here having a fiend break out. Scratching your damn palms, sweating and shit. Are you alright?”

“I was not about to cry. And yes babe, it’s that fucking serious. You know I have a fucking problem. I like to fucking shop,” she admitted.

Trent shook his head at his girl. Charisma was one shopping motherfucker. She would shop until she literally passed out. Trent picked up a few stacks of the money from the floor that was bundled and wrapped in $10,000 labels. “Go fucking have a ball,” he said, passing Charisma five stacks of the money.

Charisma nearly had a heart attack. She was always use to get $10,000 or less, but never as much as he had just given her. The money that Trent had just given Charisma didn’t nearly put a dent into his pocket. He had a sale with a white boy for three bricks of cocaine. He taxed the white boy $58,500 for each brick. When the rich white kid showed up with two of his boys. Trent and Trig robbed the boys for everything they had, including their jewelry.

Once the white boys were freed, they took off running like a bat out of hell and had no plans on ever coming back to Philadelphia again. Retaliation wasn’t even thought upon. They all were just glad that they made it to see another day. The money…it meant nothing to them. Their parents were filthy rich and they’d seen a lot more money than they’d lost on that day.