Trying to Make it by JP (motivational books for women TXT) 📕

Chapter 1


"Bitch you betta watch you’re fuckin back!" I screamed as my best friend Lia held me back. We had just caught my man all up on some other trick at a party. Hykeem went to apologize to the girl as I tried to calm down.
"Girl she not even worth it!" Lia told me.
"Nah, I will beat that bitch if I see her with my man again! That fuckin gold diggin, I-need-a -new -mothafuckan -weave ass bitch!" I yelled. I took off my Giuseppe shoes and held them. Hykeem walked back over to me and my lips corked up into a smile, but he wasn’t smiling.
"Get yo' ass in the fuckin car!" HE yelled. He hoped into his black, drop top, BMW. I said goodbye to Lia and hoped into his car. He sped off leaving car tracks. They hit the parkway and he wouldn’t slow down, instead he kept speeding up. When we passed the exit they usually take, Katia was nervous.
"Where are we goin?"
"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled. We finally turned down another exit and he drove to a secluded area. He stop the car making the car make a "Skeet" Sound. "Get the fuck out" He yelled as he got out of his car.

"No" I said crossing my arms.
"Bitch" He took me by the hair and dragged me out of his car. "How dare you embarrass me in front of all my friends!" He yelled taking his belt off.
"Who was that bitch you were with?" I yelled.
"None of your fuckin business! for someone i fuckin helped be somebody, you got a lot of nerve to be askin me questions" He hit me with the belt. He kept beating me until blood was gushing out of my body. Tears were running down my face and I tried to stand but was too weak. "Now what you gotta say?" He said pulling my hair to see my tear stained face.

"Fuck you" She said dryly.

"Fuck me right?" He said letting me go. He kicked me in the stomach and then beat me again. After that, I fell unconscious.


Chapter 2

I woke up, looking around the hospital.
"Where am I" I asked the lady who was fixing my IV.

"Oh goodie, you’re up, let me go get your doctor!" The lady left the room leaving me alone.

"Oh good evening Katia, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked. I tried siting up
"Like I’m in hell" I replied.

"Well i would get that, you have bruised ribs and I fixed your shoulder, you needed 6 stitches. Can you please tell me what happened" He asked.

"Well my boyfriend-"

"Hey babe" Hykeem said walking in with flowers.

"Stay away from me Hykeem!" I yelled. The doctor held him back.

"Sorry sir, you cannot be here"

"Who said?" Hykeem asked.

"Katia does not want you around her right now"

"You know what, fuck you bitch, were through, imma bring your shit to this fuckin hospital and you gonna have to find a new home!" He yelled. He threw the flowers at me and I jumped.

"You okay Katia?" The doctor asked.

"Yes and thank you"

"No problem"

Later on, after Hykeem dropped off my belongings, and i went through my contact list at whom I can hit up. I called my best friend Lia but she was being salty about sharing so I decided to rent an apartment.


Chapter 3

I was having the time of my life in club passion. I kept throwing it back on every guy that came up to me. My long legs made me look sexy in my white, off the shoulder club dress. My Jimmy Choo heels complemented the accessories. I decided to go get a drink and as I did so, I was looking for the balla's. I took a drink of my apple martini and at the rim of the cup, I spotted Nasir. A wide smile formed on my face. I pushed her boobs up a little and fixed her lips. She walked over to him with a smirk.

"Hey Nassir" I said touching his chest.

"Hey Katia, what's up?" He asked.

"Nothing, you know just lookin to have a good time" He chuckled.

"Oh word" He whispered something to his friend who walked away.

"So, do you want to have a good time?" I asked licking her lips. He grabbed my hand and led me into a private VIP room. He sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him. He took his long dick out.
"Suck" He ordered. I did exactly that. I sucked until he came all over my face. He took a deep breath, put his dick away and threw $100 on the couch. "Clean yourself up" He said leaving the room. I found a towel and did exactly that and then left the room. She saw mad guys and girls looking at her but she didn’t care, she had her rent money for the month.
As I made her way out of the club, somebody grabbed my arm. I turned to see some cute guy that was wearing a shirt that said “Security”
“Excuse me ma, my nigga wanna talk to you” I gave him a questioning look.
“Who is that?”
“This nigga Killah”
“The rapper?”
“Yeah” He chuckled. I followed him to the VIP section and saw him sitting there with his homies and some chicks drinking all sort of shit. I saw ciroc bottles, mascato, Hennessey, and grey goose. Killah stood and shook my hand and shooed his security guard away.
“Hi” I said smiling but I still didn’t know why he wanted to see me.
“Hey ma, come have a seat” He said Holding my hand. He sat next to me on the comfy red couch. “You thirsty?” He asked and I shrugged my shoulders. He poured some Ciroc in a red cup and I grabbed the cranberry juice to mix it with. “So, what’s ya name ma?”
“Katia” I said taking a sip of out my cup.
“So Katia, tell me why you here by yaself?”
“Well, I was supposed to be here with my girls but they had something else to do so I decided to come anyway”
“Oh so you solo right now”
“Mmhmm”
“So you wouldn’t mind leaving this place and chillin with me?”
“Oh course not” I smiled. He flagged down his security guard and whispered something in his ear. The guard led us through the club and we made it outside in the fresh air where his car was waiting for him. Killah opened the door for me and helped me to get into the truck and then slid in after me.
“Tell them niggas ill see them later” He said shutting the door and soon, we were off.
“Where are we going?” I asked as soon as we hit the parkway.
“You’ll see” He said looking out of the window. I had to say, it was beautiful in the city at night. All of the lights shining and what not. Before I realized it, I was knocked out and being carried into an elevator. I just went back to sleep and decided to do something tomorrow.


Chapter 4

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was at. First, I was half naked not considering the fact that I had on a thong. I sat up in the nice comfy bed and looked around. The room was so nice; there were red and black sheets on the bed. The whole room seemed pretty chill. I stood up and decided to snoop around. Unfourtanetly, there wasn’t anything in the drawers or closets. I opened a door and saw the bathroom. I couldn’t find my dress but I knew I needed a shower and I jumped right into the shower. The hot water on my skin felt so good. I washed my whole body with the soap that was in one of the cabinets, although it was men’s body wash, I needed a shower ASAP.
A half our later, I shut the water off and dried off with a towel. I grabbed the robe that was folded in the cabinet and tied it around my waist. I opened the door that led to the hallway and looked from room to room. I didn’t see another soul, and then I realized where the person was when I smelled the food coming from downstairs. I ran down the steps cautiously. When I made it to the kitchen, I saw him standing there with no shirt on and he was tatted up with all sorts of things. He had tiger scratches across his back and it was dripping blood. He turned around and saw me standing there. I felt so self-conscious so I made sure my robe was tightened.
“Good morning beautiful” Killah finally spoke.
“Good morning” I said blushing.
“Come have breakfast” I sat at the island in one of the chairs that was there. He had made pancakes, bacon and eggs and 3even hash browns. I ate slowly as he was chowing down. I wanted to know why I was there, how I got there and where my clothes were.
“What’s the matter?” He asked looking at me.
“Did you undress me and put me in the bed?”
“Yeah, my bad if you feel violated at all but your dress was wet from the champagne you spilled”
“Oh” I looked down “Thanks” I said eating my pancakes. This breakfast was bangin but I aint wanna tell that.
“Is it good?”
“Its aiight”
“Just aiight?” He chuckled. I looked up at him grinning.
“Nah, it’s bangin, where you learn to cook like this?”
“Well, my mom’s taught me how to cook when I was younger so I could help feed my little sister”
“Oh, well she taught you well”
“I know right” He looked like he was in a deep thought but then he went back to eating. I still wanted to know why he wanted me. I helped him clean the dishes although he kept declining my offer, then I just took charge and helped clean. We went back into the living room and sat on opposite sides of the couch. We kept looking at each other than the couch.
“Uhm, do you know where my clothes are?” I asked.
“Well your dress is at the dry cleaners and you know where your underwear is but I can let you borrow my basketball shorts and shirt and come back for your dress” He said. I nodded and he let me to his room and gave me a pair of all black basketball shorts and a white V-neck shirt. I ran into the room he left me in and put my bra on. I wasn’t outing my underwear back on cause that’s just trifling. I put the basketball shorts on and tightened then around my small waist and then put his shirt over my head. I grabbed my pumps and my purse and went downstairs to see him all fresh to death. He had on a pair of true religion jeans, all white forces, a white Hollister shirt with a blue bird on it, a dolphins snapback and his Rolex. He smiled and grabbed his keys.
“Ya