Cha'Bella Don - Dirtiest Revenge

First, I would like to thank my Heavenly Father, who art in heaven. Without Him, I wouldnt exist and none of this would be possible. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing me with a talent to share with the world.

I would like to thank my very good friend & literary partner, my WriteOrDieChick Author MiMi Rene. You kept me level-headed and always believed in my dream. Sometimes, when I doubted myself, you were there to push me to thrive on. I love you, boo.

Author TLW: Man, what can I say? I watched you from the moment we met, and I knew you were going to be trouble. LOL. I thank you, Terry, for also believing in me.

Id also like to thank my WCAM team.

Kwan, all those jewels you drop means a lot, and, even if no one else took notice, I was with a paper & pen. I also want to say thank you for taking your time to read my manuscript. J

Erick Gray, my literary best friend, thank you for countless phone conversations & IM chats. I just wanted to say thanks for allowing me to bug you.

Author Queen: Whats up, home girl?

I also wanted to thank my publisher, 21st Urban Editing & Publishing. Thank you.

Special thanks to the Temptress Precise for helping my first piece get put on. Noir for allowing my short, short erotic letter to be published in your online magazine, as well as King Dhakir.

There are too many to name, but I would like to say thank you to everyone from the bottom of my heart.

Special shout out to my Big Bro TheBookPusha aka Bigg Whoadi.

I want to thank my mom LaWanda Moloy & father Charles Valson. I thank you for birthing a beautiful woman and creating a masterpiece. I love yall dearly. My step-fathers, thank you for being here. The rest of my family, James, Moloys,Whites, Tillmans, Turners, Alexanders and Carpenters: I love you all.

To my friends that believed in my dream: I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Last but not least, I would like to thank those non-believers. Haters is what they call them, but I would like to think of them as admirers from afar. Its because of you Im able to shine. Love yall, too. LOL.

Thank you to all the readers who have supported me: I see yall.

My book is dedicated to my family who are no longer with us. I did this for you Kareem KB Breedlove, Tanequa Nookie Williams-Glaspie, Karen Baptise. May your souls Rest In Heavenly Peace.

To my beautiful godchildren: I love you all.

Writing brings me the serenity; my pen brings me the energy.

ChaBella Don

Wrap your legs around my waist, Trent whispered into Kendras ear as he plunged his nine and a half inches deep into her warm, creamy canal.

Mmm, daddy. Give it to me, Kendra cried out as Trent went deeper. Her warmth and tightness made him want to bust his early.

Damn, Kendra! Your pussy is bomb. Im about to cum, he said right before he exploded.

A few seconds later, while breathing heavily, Trent rolled off of Kendra and onto his back. Kendra was pissed off, and she let him know it when she said, Oh, hell to the nah, Trent! Not this shit again! Its like that? You made sure you got yours, but you dont care if I get mine?

Fall back, lil mama. I got you next go round, Trent said, still huffing and puffing.

Fuck that, Trent, and fuck you!

Kendra got out the bed, walked over to her dresser, and pulled out her Pearl Butterfly, aka Magic Monarch Vibrator. She walked out the master suite and went to the restroom downstairs. Once there, she closed the door behind her. Then, she sat on the toilet and went to work. A few moments later, Kendra was screaming out oohs and ahhs for a job well done. After experiencing a few aftershocks, she hopped into the shower to remove all the sweat from her body. Kendra let the water embrace her body as she washed herself three times. Once she was clean, she got out, dried off, and grabbed her terry cloth robe. Then, she retrieved some extra blankets and a pillow from the hall closet. Fuck going back upstairs to lay with his trifling ass, she angrily thought as she made a pallet on the floor. She, then, turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she fell asleep.

Upstairs, Trent was laid out across the bed, but he wasnt asleep. All he could do was think about Nicole. His dick got hard every time he thought about her, but he couldnt help himself because, just a few hours ago, he had pounded her from the back.

Trent had known Nicole a long time. She was a round the way chick. She was also his younger sisters best friend. Truth be told, Nicole had always wanted to get with Trent, and she had realized that there was no better way to get what she wanted than to play by his rules. She knew he had a woman at home, but that still didnt stop Nicole from bending over and letting Trent have his way with her in his truck.

After a restless half hour, Trent put on his boxers and headed downstairs. A smile spread across his face when he saw the love of his life sleeping on the floor. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Then, he laid down beside her.

Kendra was Trents wifey. She stood five foot, six inches and had smooth, caramel skin. She had the perfect, hourglass shape. She wasnt too thick or too small. Her eyes were hazel and lit up any room she was in, and she had a nice ass.

The two had met six years ago while Kendra was a stripper at Club Starlight. The way she gyrated her hips and licked her lips had caught Trents full attention. She was one of Starlights top dancers. At the time, she went by the name Spice because she brought that extra flavor to the club. She made the most in tips because everyone came to see her dance. She was the best in the west. In fact, she was so good that she had been crowned the Queen of Starlite. As usual, the women hated on her, and, like always, she brushed them off.

After watching her dance for a few songs, Trent approached one of the security guards and arranged for Kendra to give him a private dance in the clubs boom boom room. As she entered the room, Trent knew, right off the bat, that he had to have her. While Kendra swayed her hips to the music, Trent cleared his throat and said, Nah, shawty. I dont want you to dance because I can see you dance anytime. I want to get to know you. Relax and have a seat.

After hearing what he said, a bunch of ideas ran through Kendras head. His words had caught her a little off guard, and he had peaked her curiosity, but, at that point in her life and given her profession, she had heard every line in the book. She figured he was just trying to be different, so she said, You know I should be dancing. Were wasting time, and I know its not cheap to have me here.

Again, shawty. I want to get to know you on a personal level. Dont worry about the time or the money. Its all taken care of. Come here, lil mama. Come sit next to me.

While she was sat beside him, Kendra seductively twirled strands of her red hair between her index and middle fingers. Her sexiness intimidated Trent. He didnt want to say the wrong thing. Cautiously, he tried to make small talk.

So, shawty, whats your name?

Spice, Kendra replied.

After hearing this, Trent laughed. This relaxed him a little. Then, he said, Nah, shawty. I know your stage name. Whats your real name?

This surprised her. Normally, the men who asked for private dances only wanted to know about Spice and could care less about Kendra, and that was as far as she would let those men get. She never shared her personal information, but something about this man made her want to tell him her whole life story.

The name is Kendra, she said with a little smile and a lot of spunk. And you are? And, before you answer, I want a real name, not no thug-ass name.