Weakness In Me
T he author of My Eyes Are Green and You Had Me at Hello introduces you to his
most unforgettable and dynamic characters to date.
Antonio, Yvette, Michele and Brice are as different as night and day, but they
share one commonality—they work at Donatello’s, the hottest and most upscale
restaurant in New York City. At Donatello’s, million dollar deals and careers are
made or broken over fancy cocktails. On any given day, the restaurant is a virtual
Who’s Who of celebrity sightings. If you don’t have the right connections, you’ll
find yourself on the outside looking in.
Antonio, the domineering and striking restaurant manager, is miserable in his
marriage, and uses Donatello’s as his ultimate playground, but a dark secret could
destroy his life.
Yvette, Atlanta’s hottest on-the-rise female rapper, drops out of college and
moves to New York after finding out her cheating boyfriend just signed a record
deal. Now, she aims to collect on promises he made to her in the heat of passion
and she will let nothing stand in the way of her career.
Michele, who was raised in the projects and sexually abused by a man old
enough to be her father, has an addiction to cold, hard cash. Despite being
blessed with beauty and brains, she cannot manage to leave her married abuser
alone.
Brice a gay, hopeless-romantic has dreams of being a famous poet, but when
he joins a hip hop group that blows up overnight, he is forced into living a lie while
being enticed by powerful men who are hiding in hip hop.
The Weakness In Me shows that all that glitters isn’t gold and that tragedy
can lurk around any corner. When a mysterious fire burns down Donatello’s, it
incinerates the hopes and dreams of many, and takes the life of one of the main
characters. When the flames are extinguished and the ashes are cleared, who will
be left standing?
T he author of My Eyes Are Green and You Had Me at Hello introduces you to his
most unforgettable and dynamic characters to date.
Antonio, Yvette, Michele and Brice are as different as night and day, but they
share one commonality—they work at Donatello’s, the hottest and most upscale
restaurant in New York City. At Donatello’s, million dollar deals and careers are
made or broken over fancy cocktails. On any given day, the restaurant is a virtual
Who’s Who of celebrity sightings. If you don’t have the right connections, you’ll
find yourself on the outside looking in.
Antonio, the domineering and striking restaurant manager, is miserable in his
marriage, and uses Donatello’s as his ultimate playground, but a dark secret could
destroy his life.
Yvette, Atlanta’s hottest on-the-rise female rapper, drops out of college and
moves to New York after finding out her cheating boyfriend just signed a record
deal. Now, she aims to collect on promises he made to her in the heat of passion
and she will let nothing stand in the way of her career.
Michele, who was raised in the projects and sexually abused by a man old
enough to be her father, has an addiction to cold, hard cash. Despite being
blessed with beauty and brains, she cannot manage to leave her married abuser
alone.
Brice a gay, hopeless-romantic has dreams of being a famous poet, but when
he joins a hip hop group that blows up overnight, he is forced into living a lie while
being enticed by powerful men who are hiding in hip hop.
The Weakness In Me shows that all that glitters isn’t gold and that tragedy
can lurk around any corner. When a mysterious fire burns down Donatello’s, it
incinerates the hopes and dreams of many, and takes the life of one of the main
characters. When the flames are extinguished and the ashes are cleared, who will
be left standing?
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CHAPTER 3
After their romantic dinner at Donatello’s, Yvette and Carlo went back to their five-star hotel. They were staying in the heart of
Manhattan, courtesy of Eclectic Records one of the largest record companies in the music industry. Eclectic records had grown
tremendously since the popularity of hip hop. Yvette and Carlo had enjoyed several bottles of champagne as well as an exquisite meal
courtesy of the record label. They both were feeling nice and fully intoxicated from all the drinking, but still decided to order another
bottle of champagne from room service.
Yvette was tired of wearing the clothes that she had on and wanted to get more comfortable. Since she hadn’t put on a bra when she
headed to the restaurant, she was standing in the hotel room wearing nothing but a fire truck red g-string. Carlo, who couldn’t help
himself, got aroused, as he glanced over to where Yvette was standing half naked. Carlo admired Yvette’s naked body, even though he
thought, her round, full ebony colored breasts, could be a little bigger. They still turned him on, especially her nickel sized nipples that
were beginning to poke out and become erect due to the slight draft in the hotel. Yvette was only twenty years old, and with all the
years of cheerleading and track, she had a very athletic shape.
Carlo thought to himself that Yvette’s body reminded him of Serena Williams. Every time he was with her he was amazed at how tight
her thighs wrapped around his waist. Yvette was very flexible as well. She could do tricks with her body when they had sex that most
girls her age didn’t know how to do. Carlo knew that Yvette wasn’t a virgin when he met her. He thought it was odd that Yvette would
never talk about her past lovers, and he was slightly curious since she was so experienced. Carlo remembered joking with Yvette one
time, asking her where she learned how to bounce up and down on his manhood, while doing the splits. Yvette didn’t answer him. She
just showed him another trick: she stood straight up, bent her upper body forward and took all of him in her mouth until he released.
Her body was so flexible, it amazed him that there were so many positions she could please him in.
Carlo was twenty-three now, when they met a year ago he was twenty-two and she was only nineteen. When they first hooked up he
wanted to know why she was so damned experienced. He found her to be a good girl underneath the swagger. On the outside looking
in, Yvette was the typical good girl. She had graduated from high school with honors, and had gotten accepted to an all girls’ liberal
arts school in the South. Just like every other freshman at Spellman, she had her whole life ahead of her. Yeah Yvette looked really
good on paper, but her alter ego D Charm was nothing to mess with. When D Charm was let out, she was a fire cracker and Carlo didn’
t know which one he loved more, Yvette or D Charm.
The head that Carlo used to think with enjoyed Yvette the good, vulnerable shy girl. Carlo’s head below his waistline couldn’t get
enough of D Charm. Not too many people in Atlanta knew Yvette’s real name. D Charm, her emcee name, was what she used when
she was spitting rhymes with Carlo and his boys back in Atlanta. He had learned to respect Yvette a great deal while they dated. Not
only was she a very talented writer and lyricist, she was smart and pretty grounded for her age.
Carlo had put Yvette on his mixtape that had been doing well in Atlanta. A lot people wanted to hear more from D Charm. However,
when the mixtape landed in the hands of a record executive at Eclectic Records, Yvette’s music was put on temporary hold. The
record label asked Carlo to come to New York, right way, to sign a deal and start working on his first album.
Carlo had two kids by his high school sweet heart, Theresa, back in Atlanta. He never married Theresa because after the children
were born he wasn’t ready to settle down and play daddy. Carlo did what he could to provide for his children. He would always have
love for Theresa, but Yvette was the type of chick he fantasized about. Not even Yvette, though, could keep him faithful. Women were
like money to Carlo—the more you had the better. Yvette had been his girl for a year now, helping him sell his CD’s on her campus, and
supporting him in whatever he did. When they were in Atlanta, Yvette played the part of his publicist. She booked several shows on
campus and hooked Carlo up with several college organizations, fraternities and sororities that booked him to perform at their parties.
Yvette was also instrumental in writing press releases for local media outlets; keeping his name out in the open. Carlo felt like he
owed a lot of his recent success to Yvette, and he wanted to do right by her. He just wasn’t too sure if he would be able to keep up with
the relationship, and still do him at the same time. Yvette wasn’t the type of girl that would allow him to have his cake, and eat it too. He
had almost messed things up between the two of them by fooling around with an up-and-coming R&B singer, out of Atlanta, Juliet.
Juliet was sweating him hard and it was hard for Carlo to resist.
Back in July, Carlo and Juliet had both been booked to open up for T.I. at Six Flags, for the Summer Jam concert. Yvette was home
visiting her family for the summer. After Carlo and Juliet performed they were both backstage drinking and smoking a blunt together.
Carlo just couldn’t help himself. Juliet was fly, looking very sexy and smelling so damn good. One thing had led to another and Juliet
gave Carlo head backstage as he was feeling her up. They ended up leaving the concert together, and got busy in the backseat of
Carlo’s Escalade.
Unfortunately, Juliet had gotten sprung and wanted Carlo to herself. She started blowing up his phone and sexting incessantly after
their first encounter. A month later when school started back in session, all hell broke loose between Carlo and Yvette. Yvette had
gotten back to Atlanta, and the word on the street was: that Atlanta’s two new rising stars, Carlo and Juliet were now a couple. Yvette
was pissed when she read this on Andre’s Flava, the blog site that she checked everyday religiously. Yvette shut down and wouldn’t
talk to Carlo for several weeks. She was hurt by the news. Yvette had been faithful to Carlo all summer long, while she was in northern
New Jersey visiting her Godmother. There had been several dudes that she could’ve hooked up with while she was away. She chose
to keep everything on the up and up. She didn’t even go out on a date with another dude, because she thought she was in love with
Carlo.
Fortunately, for Carlo’s sake, he was able to convince Yvette that there wasn’t anything serious going on between him and Juliet.
Yvette had eventually missed Carlo, and the special friendship that they shared so she forgave him. She also really wanted to get
back in the studio to work on her own mixtape. She brushed it aside for the remainder of the summer to spend her days, lolly-gagging
with friends, going on shopping sprees and relaxing with no cares in the world. She had also gone up to DC to visit old friends, went to
a few parties and GoGo’s. GoGo music is DC’s underground sound and GoGo’s are clubs that play nothing but GoGo music. Over the
years, going to the GoGo’s had always inspired Yvette and her music. She had a lot of material that she’d written down while she was
away for the summer and she was ready to intertwine it with some good beats.
Carlo knew he had to tread lightly when it came to his womanizing habits, if he wanted to keep everything under wraps with Yvette. He
was not used to having to sneak around. Theresa, his baby mother, and pretty much every girl that he’d been with in the past, had let
him be the player that he’d been since junior high. It was nothing for him to be with two women in one day. Then go back home to
Theresa, and get some loving from her too.
Yvette, in the back of her mind, knew that Carlo wasn’t necessarily the one. She knew about the other women. Carlo thought he was
slick. However, he wasn’t that smart when it came to covering his tracks. After the fiasco with Juliet, Yvette knew not to put one
hundred percent of her heart into her relationship with Carlo. If he was in it half-heartedly then so would she. She just prayed that
Carlo took her to the next level in her recoding career. Yvette knew that is was hard for female rappers in a male dominated industry.
She had to bring something fresh to the table, and align herself with the right people, those who were making hit records.
Yvette knew Carlo was about to blow up, and she wanted to be right there by his side. Since he promised to produce her album once
he got himself established, there was a lot of stuff she had to let go. She hadn’t reached her breaking point yet, and she was hoping
that it wouldn’t come before she got her moment in the spotlight.
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Yvette had slipped on one of Carlo’s t-shirts and climbed in the bed with her laptop. She decided to update her Facebook status, and
inform the world of her great night on the town with Carlo. When she was just about to close her laptop there was a knock at the door.
Carlo ran to open the door, expecting the champagne that he’d just ordered from room service. When he opened up the door, he was
shocked to see Juliet standing there. Juliet had on a tight form fitting black dress that ended just past her crotch. The top half of the
dress stopped right above her gigantic fake breasts. Carlo new on sight, that they were implants. He would have surely remembered
them being that big when he had them in his mouth last summer.
“Daddy, well are you going to just stand here all day looking at my breasts? Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Juliet asked with a
devilish smile on her face. She didn’t wait for Carlo to answer. She walked passed him and barged her way into the room. When she
got halfway into the suite, Juliet’s eyes met Yvette’s, and immediately both girls rolled their eyes at each other. “I see you aren’t alone.
I thought you came to New York City all by yourself. I had no clue you brought the stray cat along. Someone from the record label told
me that you just got signed, and were staying here at the hotel too.”
“Too?” Yvette screamed. She jumped up off the bed, and walked over to where Carlo and Juliet were standing. “You’re signed to
Eclectic as well? You have got to be kidding me! Carlo you didn’t tell me she would be in New York,” Yvette continued. She stared at
Carlo, directly in his eyes, to gauge whether or not he would tell her the truth.
Carlo was standing there stunned. He couldn’t open up his mouth at first. He didn’t know Juliet had signed with Eclectic. He hadn’t
spoken to her since he told her that they couldn’t kick it anymore. That was back in the summertime, after Yvette returned back to
Atlanta. Carlo finally got his thoughts together, and directed his attention to Yvette, “I didn’t know she had signed with Eclectic,” he
managed to reply. He’d just had a great evening, and he was hoping Juliet wouldn’t spoil the rest of the night for him.
Juliet could sense the tension in the room, and she really didn’t want any trouble. Juliet was a little jealous that Carlo had brought
Yvette along for the ride. She had thought that she could make him forget about Yvette, once she and Carlo got together in New York
City. They were no longer in Atlanta, and she was ready to claim what she wanted—even if it was somebody else’s man. “Look, I have
been in New York over a month, bored out of my mind and working on my new CD. I don’t know anyone in New York. It’s Valentine’s Day
and I am extremely lonely. Do you mind if I just hang out with y’all tonight?” Juliet asked looking sad and pitiful.
Yvette thought; I should kick that bitch out of the room, just as quickly as her prancing ass had hit the joint. Although, Yvette knew that
she shouldn’t have let her guard down, but she was like fuck it. Carlo made his choice and he chose me. She basked in the moment of
being the chosen one for a second. She then saw how pathetic Juliet looked, and told herself to relax. Yvette also thought: she might
as well try to be cordial with Juliet since she was now signed to a major label. She might need some connections or information in the
future. Yvette gave in and said, “Girl that’s cool. Take a load off, champagne is on its way and we can all celebrate. Congratulations on
your deal too. I know you must be on cloud nine right now?”
“Yes girl, I sure am! They got me working with the best of the best producers for this album. They’re making sure that when I drop my
album it’s going to be perfect,” Juliet said feeling a little at ease. In the back of Juliet’s mind she was like: what a dumb broad. There
was no way I would be welcoming ME in my hotel suite with my man.
Carlo could finally breathe normal after he saw that the two ladies were getting along. Finally, they heard a knock on the door. This
time, it was room service bringing the champagne. Carlo thought it would be nice to have both of these ladies in his bed tonight, but he
knew that that was asking for way too much.
CHAPTER 4
Everyone in the Lucci house was sleep when Antonio walked into his Brooklyn brownstone. He was dog tired when he arrived home
from work after a long Valentine’s Day at the restaurant. Before heading to his room to take off his clothes, Antonio looked in on his
sleeping daughter. Adriana was resting peacefully with her Hello Kitty night light on. He kissed his daughter gently on her cheek and
turned off her night light. Antonio did this practically every night when he came home from work. Ever since Adriana watched the
movie Pet Cemetery a few years back, she couldn’t go to sleep without her Hello Kitty night light.
Antonio thought to himself, the only good thing to come out of his marriage was his lovely daughter. She was definitely daddy’s little
angel, and the apple of his eyes. In his own bedroom, Antonio heard his wife snoring obnoxiously loud. He could barely sleep in the
same room with her because of her violent snoring. He shook is head, took off his work clothes and slid on his robe. Antonio had
bought his wife some flowers and a box of chocolates on his way home, at the twenty-four hour 7-11 down the street from their
house. Antonio almost forgot to get something for Bianca, but as he passed the 7-11 he was reminded when he saw the flowers in the
window. She would see them in the morning because Antonio wasn’t about to wake her up. He didn’t want to have to listen to her talk
about the nothing she had done all day.
Antonio headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out the refrigerator, his normal routine after work. The daily routine had caught up
with him after all the years. He now had a large beer belly that he despised. He then sat down at the kitchen table looking over the
stack of mail that was mostly bills that he needed to pay. While he was going through the mail he noticed a letter addressed to him
from the Upstate Correctional Facility. The address was all too familiar since he’d served time there years ago. He knew exactly who
had sent him the letter. Antonio had received several letters like this one over the years. He had never opened any of the letters
because he wanted nothing to do with his past and the time he spent in jail.
Antonio thought what happened in jail stayed in jail. He was a free man now, and was not trying to relive those wretched years of his
life. This time, though, he didn’t know if it was because it was Valentine’s Day, or the fact that after all the years that had passed, he
was now curious about how a certain someone was doing, so instead of destroying the letter, he opened it up and read its contents.
February 10, 2010
Dear Antonio,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have sent a number of letters and none of them have come back returned to sender nor have I heard
back from you. I am hoping that this one finally reaches you, and I am able to find out if you are still alive and well. I check the
obituaries in the paper every day to see if you have died, which would explain why there has been no communication between us,
since you’ve been out.
I want you to know that I still think about you everyday. Since Valentine’s Day is approaching, I thought I would try to reach out to you
again. You were my heart. You were the person that kept me from wanting to commit suicide when I first arrived in prison on a life
sentence.
I have good news! Over the years, I’ve gotten my GED, and my bachelor’s degree. I’m studying law now, and I have appealed my case. It
looks like I am going to be released in a month or so. My lawyer says that he really thinks that the judge and the jury believe that I had
nothing to do with my son’s death. They believe now that it was Mellissa’s fault. I am not one hundred percent sure yet, but I should
know in a few days.
I hope that if I do get out, we can be together like we were when you were here. I miss you so much, and I hope that there is a place in
your life for me. Please write me back.
Love,
Raul
Antonio didn’t know what to make of the letter that he received from his prison lover Raul. He remembered while he was locked up
that Raul had been his protector and provider. There were fond memories of the time they spent together as cellmates and
companions for the two years he’d been locked up. Raul saved him from being raped by a group of thugs that wanted to break him in—
to claim Antonio as their property. Raul, who was 6’2, 230lbs and an amateur boxer, came to his rescue. Raul was in the showers one
evening, after a long workout. He saw Antonio pinned down to the floor, screaming, with a broken nose and busted lip. He was just
about to be taken advantage of, when Raul interceded. He beat every one of the guys up that were attacking Antonio.
After the attack Antonio stayed in close proximity to Raul when they were out and about in the prison yard. Prior to coming to prison,
neither men had participated in homosexual behavior. Raul had been with Tia, the girl who lived across the street from him growing
up, for as long as he could remember. Tia had been the person whom Raul had his first sexual experience with. He had only been with
one other girl since Tia. Melissa was a fast girl in high school. She wanted to have sex with almost all the popular guys in high school
in hopes that they would make her their girl. Melissa found out she was pregnant. After giving birth to the baby she threw it in the
trash, and the baby died of starvation. When the police found out the dead baby belonged to Melissa, she lied to the authorities and
said Raul forced her to get rid of it the way she did. The two of them were convicted of first degree murder and sent to prison for life.
Antonio had had sex with several women before going to jail. He had no thoughts of being with men. After about a month of being
cellmates and spending almost all their time together Antonio and Raul became really fond of each other. As time went by Antonio and
Raul started to develop feelings for one another. Neither one of them could comprehend or understand the feelings they were having
for each other. Raul knew he wasn’t gay and so did Antonio.
They both missed the comfort of the opposite sex, and that void lingered real deep at the very core of their sexual desires. They would
see how the men in prison would take on fake wives. Men would partner with men that dressed like women. The men that dressed
like women tried their best to emulate the femininity of a woman, given the lack of resources they had in jail. Antonio and Raul thought
it was weird and couldn’t see themselves in that sort of relationship.
However, their longing for one another didn’t cease. Antonio would have nightly dreams about being intimate with Raul. It got to the
point that Antonio was having wet dreams about Raul taking him like he had seen so many men do in the gym showers. Antonio would
find himself lingering in the showers just to watch these men in action. It got so bad that Antonio would wake up from his dreams and
stare at Raul in the darkness, hoping that something sexual would happen between them.
One day Antonio and Raul were in the gym, just the two of them, lifting weights. Raul was training Antonio to be more muscular and fit.
Raul wanted to make sure Antonio could protect himself, just in case they ever had to split up. They started horsing around on the
mats—wrestling and tussling—Raul knew he was stronger so he wasn’t fighting back as hard as Antonio. They were rolling back and
forth on top of each other, both trying to get the upper hand. As they kept playing around, one thing led to another and their members
pressed up against each other a few times. The third time, both their members came in contact with each other, and they were both
rock hard and horny.
When Antonio and Raul felt the hardness of each other’s member pressed up against their respective bodies they could no longer
resist. They looked each other in the eyes, and the sexual tension that they were both experiencing was too urgent to ignore. Antonio
and Raul didn’t want to get caught by a correctional officer or another inmate, getting it on in public. So they both got up from the mats,
and headed to the showers. Once in the locker room they stripped down to nothing. They looked around and saw that they were alone.
As soon as they jumped in the showers they went for it. Raul grabbed Antonio by the waist, and pulled Antonio towards him with
tremendous passion. Raul’s massive muscular arms engulfed Antonio’s slender frame like a sandwich. He then leaned over and
kissed Antonio so tenderly. Right at that instance, the electrifying chemistry that they had been feeling for a while started to erupt
simultaneously in their groins.
Antonio returned the passionate kiss, until they found themselves gently rubbing their members together in a rhythmic motion under
the waterfall. The heat that their bodies generated turned the shower into a steam room. Raul gently turned Antonio around so that his
backside was pressed up against his rock hard member. Raul then began to massage his member between the crevices of Antonio’s
buttocks. The moisture of the shower, coupled with the slickness of Antonio’s insides enabled Raul’s member to glide all the way
inside. Raul’s bodied shivered as he inserted his manhood through the canal of Antonio’s virgin booty. They found themselves
engrossed in the pleasure and lost in time. The pleasure was just too intense. This was Antonio’s first time being penetrated, and he
cried out in silent ecstasy. Raul was so delicate and gentle as he gyrated, and positioned himself so that their bodies intertwined and
became one.
Antonio and Raul made love like this on numerous occasions during Antonio’s incarceration. The way that Raul made Antonio feel,
scared Antonio to death. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life. Antonio felt he’d lost a part of his manhood being with Raul.
Although, he had to admit, that it felt so damn good and so natural at the same time.
When it was time for Antonio to be released, he promised Raul that he would write, and come visit him as soon as he got himself
together. Antonio, who was ashamed on the outside, that he never did. Antonio wished that the time with Raul had never occurred, but
he couldn’t take it back.
After their romantic dinner at Donatello’s, Yvette and Carlo went back to their five-star hotel. They were staying in the heart of
Manhattan, courtesy of Eclectic Records one of the largest record companies in the music industry. Eclectic records had grown
tremendously since the popularity of hip hop. Yvette and Carlo had enjoyed several bottles of champagne as well as an exquisite meal
courtesy of the record label. They both were feeling nice and fully intoxicated from all the drinking, but still decided to order another
bottle of champagne from room service.
Yvette was tired of wearing the clothes that she had on and wanted to get more comfortable. Since she hadn’t put on a bra when she
headed to the restaurant, she was standing in the hotel room wearing nothing but a fire truck red g-string. Carlo, who couldn’t help
himself, got aroused, as he glanced over to where Yvette was standing half naked. Carlo admired Yvette’s naked body, even though he
thought, her round, full ebony colored breasts, could be a little bigger. They still turned him on, especially her nickel sized nipples that
were beginning to poke out and become erect due to the slight draft in the hotel. Yvette was only twenty years old, and with all the
years of cheerleading and track, she had a very athletic shape.
Carlo thought to himself that Yvette’s body reminded him of Serena Williams. Every time he was with her he was amazed at how tight
her thighs wrapped around his waist. Yvette was very flexible as well. She could do tricks with her body when they had sex that most
girls her age didn’t know how to do. Carlo knew that Yvette wasn’t a virgin when he met her. He thought it was odd that Yvette would
never talk about her past lovers, and he was slightly curious since she was so experienced. Carlo remembered joking with Yvette one
time, asking her where she learned how to bounce up and down on his manhood, while doing the splits. Yvette didn’t answer him. She
just showed him another trick: she stood straight up, bent her upper body forward and took all of him in her mouth until he released.
Her body was so flexible, it amazed him that there were so many positions she could please him in.
Carlo was twenty-three now, when they met a year ago he was twenty-two and she was only nineteen. When they first hooked up he
wanted to know why she was so damned experienced. He found her to be a good girl underneath the swagger. On the outside looking
in, Yvette was the typical good girl. She had graduated from high school with honors, and had gotten accepted to an all girls’ liberal
arts school in the South. Just like every other freshman at Spellman, she had her whole life ahead of her. Yeah Yvette looked really
good on paper, but her alter ego D Charm was nothing to mess with. When D Charm was let out, she was a fire cracker and Carlo didn’
t know which one he loved more, Yvette or D Charm.
The head that Carlo used to think with enjoyed Yvette the good, vulnerable shy girl. Carlo’s head below his waistline couldn’t get
enough of D Charm. Not too many people in Atlanta knew Yvette’s real name. D Charm, her emcee name, was what she used when
she was spitting rhymes with Carlo and his boys back in Atlanta. He had learned to respect Yvette a great deal while they dated. Not
only was she a very talented writer and lyricist, she was smart and pretty grounded for her age.
Carlo had put Yvette on his mixtape that had been doing well in Atlanta. A lot people wanted to hear more from D Charm. However,
when the mixtape landed in the hands of a record executive at Eclectic Records, Yvette’s music was put on temporary hold. The
record label asked Carlo to come to New York, right way, to sign a deal and start working on his first album.
Carlo had two kids by his high school sweet heart, Theresa, back in Atlanta. He never married Theresa because after the children
were born he wasn’t ready to settle down and play daddy. Carlo did what he could to provide for his children. He would always have
love for Theresa, but Yvette was the type of chick he fantasized about. Not even Yvette, though, could keep him faithful. Women were
like money to Carlo—the more you had the better. Yvette had been his girl for a year now, helping him sell his CD’s on her campus, and
supporting him in whatever he did. When they were in Atlanta, Yvette played the part of his publicist. She booked several shows on
campus and hooked Carlo up with several college organizations, fraternities and sororities that booked him to perform at their parties.
Yvette was also instrumental in writing press releases for local media outlets; keeping his name out in the open. Carlo felt like he
owed a lot of his recent success to Yvette, and he wanted to do right by her. He just wasn’t too sure if he would be able to keep up with
the relationship, and still do him at the same time. Yvette wasn’t the type of girl that would allow him to have his cake, and eat it too. He
had almost messed things up between the two of them by fooling around with an up-and-coming R&B singer, out of Atlanta, Juliet.
Juliet was sweating him hard and it was hard for Carlo to resist.
Back in July, Carlo and Juliet had both been booked to open up for T.I. at Six Flags, for the Summer Jam concert. Yvette was home
visiting her family for the summer. After Carlo and Juliet performed they were both backstage drinking and smoking a blunt together.
Carlo just couldn’t help himself. Juliet was fly, looking very sexy and smelling so damn good. One thing had led to another and Juliet
gave Carlo head backstage as he was feeling her up. They ended up leaving the concert together, and got busy in the backseat of
Carlo’s Escalade.
Unfortunately, Juliet had gotten sprung and wanted Carlo to herself. She started blowing up his phone and sexting incessantly after
their first encounter. A month later when school started back in session, all hell broke loose between Carlo and Yvette. Yvette had
gotten back to Atlanta, and the word on the street was: that Atlanta’s two new rising stars, Carlo and Juliet were now a couple. Yvette
was pissed when she read this on Andre’s Flava, the blog site that she checked everyday religiously. Yvette shut down and wouldn’t
talk to Carlo for several weeks. She was hurt by the news. Yvette had been faithful to Carlo all summer long, while she was in northern
New Jersey visiting her Godmother. There had been several dudes that she could’ve hooked up with while she was away. She chose
to keep everything on the up and up. She didn’t even go out on a date with another dude, because she thought she was in love with
Carlo.
Fortunately, for Carlo’s sake, he was able to convince Yvette that there wasn’t anything serious going on between him and Juliet.
Yvette had eventually missed Carlo, and the special friendship that they shared so she forgave him. She also really wanted to get
back in the studio to work on her own mixtape. She brushed it aside for the remainder of the summer to spend her days, lolly-gagging
with friends, going on shopping sprees and relaxing with no cares in the world. She had also gone up to DC to visit old friends, went to
a few parties and GoGo’s. GoGo music is DC’s underground sound and GoGo’s are clubs that play nothing but GoGo music. Over the
years, going to the GoGo’s had always inspired Yvette and her music. She had a lot of material that she’d written down while she was
away for the summer and she was ready to intertwine it with some good beats.
Carlo knew he had to tread lightly when it came to his womanizing habits, if he wanted to keep everything under wraps with Yvette. He
was not used to having to sneak around. Theresa, his baby mother, and pretty much every girl that he’d been with in the past, had let
him be the player that he’d been since junior high. It was nothing for him to be with two women in one day. Then go back home to
Theresa, and get some loving from her too.
Yvette, in the back of her mind, knew that Carlo wasn’t necessarily the one. She knew about the other women. Carlo thought he was
slick. However, he wasn’t that smart when it came to covering his tracks. After the fiasco with Juliet, Yvette knew not to put one
hundred percent of her heart into her relationship with Carlo. If he was in it half-heartedly then so would she. She just prayed that
Carlo took her to the next level in her recoding career. Yvette knew that is was hard for female rappers in a male dominated industry.
She had to bring something fresh to the table, and align herself with the right people, those who were making hit records.
Yvette knew Carlo was about to blow up, and she wanted to be right there by his side. Since he promised to produce her album once
he got himself established, there was a lot of stuff she had to let go. She hadn’t reached her breaking point yet, and she was hoping
that it wouldn’t come before she got her moment in the spotlight.
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Yvette had slipped on one of Carlo’s t-shirts and climbed in the bed with her laptop. She decided to update her Facebook status, and
inform the world of her great night on the town with Carlo. When she was just about to close her laptop there was a knock at the door.
Carlo ran to open the door, expecting the champagne that he’d just ordered from room service. When he opened up the door, he was
shocked to see Juliet standing there. Juliet had on a tight form fitting black dress that ended just past her crotch. The top half of the
dress stopped right above her gigantic fake breasts. Carlo new on sight, that they were implants. He would have surely remembered
them being that big when he had them in his mouth last summer.
“Daddy, well are you going to just stand here all day looking at my breasts? Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Juliet asked with a
devilish smile on her face. She didn’t wait for Carlo to answer. She walked passed him and barged her way into the room. When she
got halfway into the suite, Juliet’s eyes met Yvette’s, and immediately both girls rolled their eyes at each other. “I see you aren’t alone.
I thought you came to New York City all by yourself. I had no clue you brought the stray cat along. Someone from the record label told
me that you just got signed, and were staying here at the hotel too.”
“Too?” Yvette screamed. She jumped up off the bed, and walked over to where Carlo and Juliet were standing. “You’re signed to
Eclectic as well? You have got to be kidding me! Carlo you didn’t tell me she would be in New York,” Yvette continued. She stared at
Carlo, directly in his eyes, to gauge whether or not he would tell her the truth.
Carlo was standing there stunned. He couldn’t open up his mouth at first. He didn’t know Juliet had signed with Eclectic. He hadn’t
spoken to her since he told her that they couldn’t kick it anymore. That was back in the summertime, after Yvette returned back to
Atlanta. Carlo finally got his thoughts together, and directed his attention to Yvette, “I didn’t know she had signed with Eclectic,” he
managed to reply. He’d just had a great evening, and he was hoping Juliet wouldn’t spoil the rest of the night for him.
Juliet could sense the tension in the room, and she really didn’t want any trouble. Juliet was a little jealous that Carlo had brought
Yvette along for the ride. She had thought that she could make him forget about Yvette, once she and Carlo got together in New York
City. They were no longer in Atlanta, and she was ready to claim what she wanted—even if it was somebody else’s man. “Look, I have
been in New York over a month, bored out of my mind and working on my new CD. I don’t know anyone in New York. It’s Valentine’s Day
and I am extremely lonely. Do you mind if I just hang out with y’all tonight?” Juliet asked looking sad and pitiful.
Yvette thought; I should kick that bitch out of the room, just as quickly as her prancing ass had hit the joint. Although, Yvette knew that
she shouldn’t have let her guard down, but she was like fuck it. Carlo made his choice and he chose me. She basked in the moment of
being the chosen one for a second. She then saw how pathetic Juliet looked, and told herself to relax. Yvette also thought: she might
as well try to be cordial with Juliet since she was now signed to a major label. She might need some connections or information in the
future. Yvette gave in and said, “Girl that’s cool. Take a load off, champagne is on its way and we can all celebrate. Congratulations on
your deal too. I know you must be on cloud nine right now?”
“Yes girl, I sure am! They got me working with the best of the best producers for this album. They’re making sure that when I drop my
album it’s going to be perfect,” Juliet said feeling a little at ease. In the back of Juliet’s mind she was like: what a dumb broad. There
was no way I would be welcoming ME in my hotel suite with my man.
Carlo could finally breathe normal after he saw that the two ladies were getting along. Finally, they heard a knock on the door. This
time, it was room service bringing the champagne. Carlo thought it would be nice to have both of these ladies in his bed tonight, but he
knew that that was asking for way too much.
CHAPTER 4
Everyone in the Lucci house was sleep when Antonio walked into his Brooklyn brownstone. He was dog tired when he arrived home
from work after a long Valentine’s Day at the restaurant. Before heading to his room to take off his clothes, Antonio looked in on his
sleeping daughter. Adriana was resting peacefully with her Hello Kitty night light on. He kissed his daughter gently on her cheek and
turned off her night light. Antonio did this practically every night when he came home from work. Ever since Adriana watched the
movie Pet Cemetery a few years back, she couldn’t go to sleep without her Hello Kitty night light.
Antonio thought to himself, the only good thing to come out of his marriage was his lovely daughter. She was definitely daddy’s little
angel, and the apple of his eyes. In his own bedroom, Antonio heard his wife snoring obnoxiously loud. He could barely sleep in the
same room with her because of her violent snoring. He shook is head, took off his work clothes and slid on his robe. Antonio had
bought his wife some flowers and a box of chocolates on his way home, at the twenty-four hour 7-11 down the street from their
house. Antonio almost forgot to get something for Bianca, but as he passed the 7-11 he was reminded when he saw the flowers in the
window. She would see them in the morning because Antonio wasn’t about to wake her up. He didn’t want to have to listen to her talk
about the nothing she had done all day.
Antonio headed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer out the refrigerator, his normal routine after work. The daily routine had caught up
with him after all the years. He now had a large beer belly that he despised. He then sat down at the kitchen table looking over the
stack of mail that was mostly bills that he needed to pay. While he was going through the mail he noticed a letter addressed to him
from the Upstate Correctional Facility. The address was all too familiar since he’d served time there years ago. He knew exactly who
had sent him the letter. Antonio had received several letters like this one over the years. He had never opened any of the letters
because he wanted nothing to do with his past and the time he spent in jail.
Antonio thought what happened in jail stayed in jail. He was a free man now, and was not trying to relive those wretched years of his
life. This time, though, he didn’t know if it was because it was Valentine’s Day, or the fact that after all the years that had passed, he
was now curious about how a certain someone was doing, so instead of destroying the letter, he opened it up and read its contents.
February 10, 2010
Dear Antonio,
I hope this letter finds you well. I have sent a number of letters and none of them have come back returned to sender nor have I heard
back from you. I am hoping that this one finally reaches you, and I am able to find out if you are still alive and well. I check the
obituaries in the paper every day to see if you have died, which would explain why there has been no communication between us,
since you’ve been out.
I want you to know that I still think about you everyday. Since Valentine’s Day is approaching, I thought I would try to reach out to you
again. You were my heart. You were the person that kept me from wanting to commit suicide when I first arrived in prison on a life
sentence.
I have good news! Over the years, I’ve gotten my GED, and my bachelor’s degree. I’m studying law now, and I have appealed my case. It
looks like I am going to be released in a month or so. My lawyer says that he really thinks that the judge and the jury believe that I had
nothing to do with my son’s death. They believe now that it was Mellissa’s fault. I am not one hundred percent sure yet, but I should
know in a few days.
I hope that if I do get out, we can be together like we were when you were here. I miss you so much, and I hope that there is a place in
your life for me. Please write me back.
Love,
Raul
Antonio didn’t know what to make of the letter that he received from his prison lover Raul. He remembered while he was locked up
that Raul had been his protector and provider. There were fond memories of the time they spent together as cellmates and
companions for the two years he’d been locked up. Raul saved him from being raped by a group of thugs that wanted to break him in—
to claim Antonio as their property. Raul, who was 6’2, 230lbs and an amateur boxer, came to his rescue. Raul was in the showers one
evening, after a long workout. He saw Antonio pinned down to the floor, screaming, with a broken nose and busted lip. He was just
about to be taken advantage of, when Raul interceded. He beat every one of the guys up that were attacking Antonio.
After the attack Antonio stayed in close proximity to Raul when they were out and about in the prison yard. Prior to coming to prison,
neither men had participated in homosexual behavior. Raul had been with Tia, the girl who lived across the street from him growing
up, for as long as he could remember. Tia had been the person whom Raul had his first sexual experience with. He had only been with
one other girl since Tia. Melissa was a fast girl in high school. She wanted to have sex with almost all the popular guys in high school
in hopes that they would make her their girl. Melissa found out she was pregnant. After giving birth to the baby she threw it in the
trash, and the baby died of starvation. When the police found out the dead baby belonged to Melissa, she lied to the authorities and
said Raul forced her to get rid of it the way she did. The two of them were convicted of first degree murder and sent to prison for life.
Antonio had had sex with several women before going to jail. He had no thoughts of being with men. After about a month of being
cellmates and spending almost all their time together Antonio and Raul became really fond of each other. As time went by Antonio and
Raul started to develop feelings for one another. Neither one of them could comprehend or understand the feelings they were having
for each other. Raul knew he wasn’t gay and so did Antonio.
They both missed the comfort of the opposite sex, and that void lingered real deep at the very core of their sexual desires. They would
see how the men in prison would take on fake wives. Men would partner with men that dressed like women. The men that dressed
like women tried their best to emulate the femininity of a woman, given the lack of resources they had in jail. Antonio and Raul thought
it was weird and couldn’t see themselves in that sort of relationship.
However, their longing for one another didn’t cease. Antonio would have nightly dreams about being intimate with Raul. It got to the
point that Antonio was having wet dreams about Raul taking him like he had seen so many men do in the gym showers. Antonio would
find himself lingering in the showers just to watch these men in action. It got so bad that Antonio would wake up from his dreams and
stare at Raul in the darkness, hoping that something sexual would happen between them.
One day Antonio and Raul were in the gym, just the two of them, lifting weights. Raul was training Antonio to be more muscular and fit.
Raul wanted to make sure Antonio could protect himself, just in case they ever had to split up. They started horsing around on the
mats—wrestling and tussling—Raul knew he was stronger so he wasn’t fighting back as hard as Antonio. They were rolling back and
forth on top of each other, both trying to get the upper hand. As they kept playing around, one thing led to another and their members
pressed up against each other a few times. The third time, both their members came in contact with each other, and they were both
rock hard and horny.
When Antonio and Raul felt the hardness of each other’s member pressed up against their respective bodies they could no longer
resist. They looked each other in the eyes, and the sexual tension that they were both experiencing was too urgent to ignore. Antonio
and Raul didn’t want to get caught by a correctional officer or another inmate, getting it on in public. So they both got up from the mats,
and headed to the showers. Once in the locker room they stripped down to nothing. They looked around and saw that they were alone.
As soon as they jumped in the showers they went for it. Raul grabbed Antonio by the waist, and pulled Antonio towards him with
tremendous passion. Raul’s massive muscular arms engulfed Antonio’s slender frame like a sandwich. He then leaned over and
kissed Antonio so tenderly. Right at that instance, the electrifying chemistry that they had been feeling for a while started to erupt
simultaneously in their groins.
Antonio returned the passionate kiss, until they found themselves gently rubbing their members together in a rhythmic motion under
the waterfall. The heat that their bodies generated turned the shower into a steam room. Raul gently turned Antonio around so that his
backside was pressed up against his rock hard member. Raul then began to massage his member between the crevices of Antonio’s
buttocks. The moisture of the shower, coupled with the slickness of Antonio’s insides enabled Raul’s member to glide all the way
inside. Raul’s bodied shivered as he inserted his manhood through the canal of Antonio’s virgin booty. They found themselves
engrossed in the pleasure and lost in time. The pleasure was just too intense. This was Antonio’s first time being penetrated, and he
cried out in silent ecstasy. Raul was so delicate and gentle as he gyrated, and positioned himself so that their bodies intertwined and
became one.
Antonio and Raul made love like this on numerous occasions during Antonio’s incarceration. The way that Raul made Antonio feel,
scared Antonio to death. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life. Antonio felt he’d lost a part of his manhood being with Raul.
Although, he had to admit, that it felt so damn good and so natural at the same time.
When it was time for Antonio to be released, he promised Raul that he would write, and come visit him as soon as he got himself
together. Antonio, who was ashamed on the outside, that he never did. Antonio wished that the time with Raul had never occurred, but
he couldn’t take it back.
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