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  When The Side N*gga Catch Feelings

  Jessica N. Watkins

  Jessica Watkins Presents

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Copyright

  Newsletter

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  Prologue

  1. Heaven

  PRESENT DAY…

  2. Heaven

  Ross

  Heaven

  3. Treasure

  Heaven

  Ross

  4. Heaven

  5. Mello

  Heaven

  Mello

  6. Mello

  Heaven

  Treasure

  Heaven

  7. Mello

  8. Heaven

  Vegas

  Heaven

  Mello

  9. Ross

  Heaven

  10. Ross

  Mello

  Heaven

  Treasure

  11. Ross

  Heaven

  Ross

  Mello

  12. Treasure

  Heaven

  13. Heaven

  14. Ross

  Treasure

  15. Ross

  Heaven

  Mello

  16. Treasure

  Heaven

  17. Mello

  Heaven

  Ross

  18. Heaven

  Ross

  Heaven

  19. Heaven

  Ross

  Mello

  20. Ross

  Vegas

  21. Heaven

  Mello

  Two Months Later…

  22. Mello

  Heaven

  Treasure

  23. Mello

  Heaven

  Treasure

  24. Mello

  Ross

  Vegas

  Heaven

  Treasure

  25. Heaven

  Mello

  Heaven

  Treasure

  Princess

  26. Mello

  Vegas

  Heaven

  Treasure

  Foreword

  About the Author

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  Synopsis

  When The Side Nigga Catch Feelings is the story of two women who are unfaithful for two totally different reasons, yet wind up with the same catastrophic outcome.

  Meet Heaven: a young girl who is loving, submissive, and beyond appreciative of her husband, Ross. As a teenager, Heaven lived solely for her sister, Divine, and her daughter, Sunshine. Because her mother is mentally ill and her father ran off, Heaven had to do some unimaginable things just to feed the family. Then came Ross, and everything changed. He wasn't some filthy rich, dope boy that some young girls dream of, but Heaven felt like Ross was her blessing. Yet, Ross turned out to be a wolf wrapped decadently in sheep's clothing. Still, Heaven was willing to take the bad just to keep the good. The drama was all worth it for the luxuries of food, clothes, and shelter, not just for herself, but, more so, for Divine and Sunshine.

  And then there's Treasure. How is it that a woman can have a good man and still not be satisfied? Treasure is far from as submissive as her best friend, Heaven. As a teenager, Treasure had always been the type of girl to juggle two or three boys. Once she was older and met a real man, Vegas, she tried to commit. All of that went out of the window, though, when she met the one that allowed her to be the ride or die chick that she had always fantasied about being.

  Treasure isn't the only promiscuous woman in this story, however, because Heaven eventually succumbs to the wooing of a man that wants to treat her far better than her ain't-sh*t-husband. She knows that Ross deserves her infidelity. He had never been loyal or faithful to her. However, one thing he had never done was cheat on Heaven with someone in their circle.

  In this tale of lust, lies, and mayhem, Heaven fights with the feelings that she has for her side dude, while Treasure basks in hers. That is, until all hell breaks loose. These two-side dude's that Heaven and Treasure have fallen for pretended as if they could play second to another man... until their feelings got in the way. Then, egos clash, bonds are broken, and, with two beasts like Vegas and Ross, a life is lost in this group's tight-knit circle... all because these ladies chose wrong.

  Copyright © 2018 by Jessica N. Watkins

  Published by Jessica Watkins Presents

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  TREASURE

  I couldn’t sit in that house. I needed Vegas, but he wasn’t answering the phone. I had driven by every spot where I thought he would be, but I didn’t find him. So, I gave up. I called Heaven over and over again, but she wasn’t answering. I couldn’t go home, so I was on my way to her house since I knew she was home the last time I had talked to her.

  I gasped when I pulled onto Heaven’s block and saw police cars and ambulances surrounding her house.

  “Oh my God!” I pressed the gas and sped towards the house. But I could only get so close because the police had a portion of the street barricaded. I threw my car into park and bolted towards the house. The commotion had drawn neighbors out of their houses. I had to push my way through the crowd to get as close to the house as I could.

  The house was illuminated with red and blue lights. I watched in fear as police officers walked back and forth. My fear was magnified to horror when I saw the yellow tape enclosing the backyard.

  A scream suddenly left my throat and pierced the air. I now had everybody’s attention. I ran past the blue barricade towards the driveway but was quickly stopped by a police officer.

  “Let me go! Let me go! What happened?! Tell me what—”

  I suddenly stopped when I saw Vegas watching me. He was talking to an officer a few feet away from me. I ran towards him. “What happened?!”

  He
barely looked at me.

  “Vegas, please?” I begged. “What happened?”

  He grimaced and told me reluctantly. “I’m trying to see myself. I came over here to holla at Ross and all this was happening.”

  “Fuck is you doin’ here, motherfucker?!” Ross’ voice suddenly shouted behind us.

  I spun around, hoping that Heaven was with him, but she wasn’t. Ross was being escorted out of the house alone by an officer. He charged through the lawn towards Vegas, spewing, “Get the fuck away from my house, bitch!”

  “Ross, what happened? Where is Heaven?” I asked.

  He didn’t hear me. He just kept spazzing out. “Yo’ bitch ass tried to kill me and you got the nerve to be at my house? Fuck all you snake motherfuckers!!” He was barking like a fucking maniac.

  “Ross!” I tried to go to him, but the police officer near me stopped me. I looked at her, pleading, “Please? My best friend is in there. She’s like my sister. Please?” I cried as I zeroed in on the yellow tape behind her. “What happened?” I asked the officer. “Did somebody get killed?”

  I didn’t need her answer. I knew that somebody was dead. I knew what yellow tape meant. The officer actually looked so sympathetic for my tears. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly. My eyes begged her for an answer just as I could see paramedics coming out of the backyard. My knees buckled as I saw the black body bag. The officers caught me. I gripped her arms trying to gain my composure. I looked for Ross, hoping to get an answer from him, but both he and Vegas were frozen. Ross’ anger subsided as they both stared unbelievably at the body being carried towards the morgue van.

  Through my tears, I looked desperately at the officer holding me. “Please, tell me,” I begged. “Who is it? Who got killed?’

  1

  Heaven

  THREE YEARS AGO

  ♫ Smoke one, one time (smoke one)

  Drink one, one time (drink, drink)

  Lemme fuck something one time (smash)

  Turn the club up one time (turn the club up)

  Smoke someone time (smoke)

  Drink someone time (drank)

  Lemme fuck something one time

  Turn the club up one time (ugh) ♫

  "This party is so lit!" my best friend, Treasure, squealed into my ear. She was leaning over into my bar stool, twerking with her hand in the air and her tongue out. She was all the way turned up.

  "I know, right?" Looking around, I saw that this party was more than lit. This motherfucka was crackin'! Treasure and I had snuck our young selves into 7even, this club in downtown Chicago that cracked on Friday nights. It was especially crackin' this particular Friday night because this well-known baller from the city, Gotti, was having his birthday party there. Treasure and I had seen the flyer all over social media for the last two months. All of the senior chicks were talking about sneaking in because they wanted to meet some dudes with money. Treasure and I had managed to get in by dressing in little-bitty dresses that our overly matured bodies spilled out of. Once we got to the front of the line, those bouncers didn't even ask us for ID.

  "And these dudes in here are fiiiiine," Treasure sang. She swayed back and forth, swinging her long, twenty-inch, soft swept ponytail.

  "Ain't they?" I agreed as I smiled looking around.

  Treasure was right. 7even was full of Chicago-bred hustlers who looked like Common and Kanye to King Louie, G Herbo, and Lil' Durk. They were draped in locs, diamond-encrusted chains, and Rollies. They smelled of good kush. At the moment, I was eyeballing a few sexy guys who were too busy looking at bad bitches to even see me.

  I leaned over and spoke into Treasure's ear. "You think these dudes can tell how young I am?"

  Still dancing, Treasure shook her head. "Nah."

  "So, I look twenty-one?"

  She frowned and laughed. "Hell no. I didn't say that."

  I pouted but still laughed. "Fuck you, friend."

  "You don't look seventeen, though. That ass and those titties look twenty-one, but that baby face gives you away. Those bouncers just wanted to hit that; that's why they let you in."

  I giggled. She was probably right. While Treasure had a mature, exotic face, mine still gave off that young, innocent look, no matter how much of Treasure's makeup I'd put on.

  I kept twerking on my bar stool to the Migos, enjoying being out for the first time in, I didn't know how long. I was also watching the clock because I had to be back home no later than midnight, even though it was a Friday night.

  I watched with a smirk on my face as Treasure made eye contact with a few dudes as she smiled, licked her lips, and twerked. When she caught me staring, her smile got bigger. "I'm 'bout to bag one of these ballers in here, girl."

  I just shook my head with a smile of admiration. Treasure had always been the one between us who got the guys. While I was struggling to keep a good dude, Treasure was taking guys down left and right. A lot of girls in school called her a hoe. But since I was her best friend, I knew that her mind just worked like one of the guys. While a lot of girls in school were thirsty for a boyfriend, Treasure was happy with juggling one dude after the next after the next, with no commitment to or from any of them. She was allergic to commitment.

  "Aye, Miss Lady, can I buy you a drink?" I could feel the baritone voice tickling my neck as a guy spoke to me.

  I smiled with relief as his voice eased into my ear. When I had first walked into the club, I didn't feel like any guys would holla at me. Even though Treasure had loaned me one of her dresses and some makeup, my weave was cheap, store-bought, and self-installed. All of these other chicks were rocking foreign lace fronts or royal, natural looks. Every girl in there had professionally beat brows and faces painted with MAC. I never had make-up to play in, so I had done what I could with Treasure's Walgreens brand collection. Looking at their faces, clearly, my attempt to beat my face had failed. From the neck down, I was cold. My body was voluptuous and so naturally curvy that guys got dizzy looking at it. But from the neck up, I was struggling like a motherfucka. If it wasn't for my cute, baby face and grown-woman curves, I would have been popped.

  However, I put on the best sultry smile I could muster and turned around. I found the most mature, brown eyes staring back at me with a bit of twinkle in them. He was handsome, but I was kind of let down because he looked older. I mean, I was looking to meet an older guy who had more going on for himself than the boys at my school. But this dude looked way older than twenty-one.

  "How old are you?" I asked. There was a squint in my eye that told him that I knew he was questionable.

  His smile was so adorable as he pretended to clutch his chest. "Damn, is it an age requirement to buy a lady a drink in this motherfucker?"

  I blushed. "No. Sorry. I just wanted to know. You look too old for me."

  "Ain't it rude to ask a man his age?" he joked.

  I blushed at his attempt to tease me. "I think it's actually rude to ask a woman her age."

  He stepped closer, closing the space between us. He was so close that I could smell his earthy, fresh cologne. With a quick glance up and down my body, he licked his full lips and then asked, "Well, since you're being rude, I'll be rude too. How old are you?"

  "You first," I teased.

  "Twenty-five."

  Damn, twenty-one was my limit, since I was turning eighteen soon. I cringed inwardly while our eyes locked. Despite him being obviously much older than me, it was something about him that made me look past all of that and see how sexy he was. He was just as chocolate as me. Despite being about 5'10" in the four-inch heels I was wearing, I still had to look up to him. He had a thick, athletic build. He was wrapped in a fitted tee and jeans. He looked like money. So, I let the age thing go. Besides, I never expected to see him again after that night anyway. So, I figured what would be the harm?

  "Sure, you can buy me a drink."

  Stroking his neatly lined beard, he shook his head. "Nah, lil' mama. Your turn. Then I'll buy you a drink."

  I roll
ed my eyes, appearing annoyed. But he knew I was pretending by the playful smile on my face. "I'm twenty-one."

  He nodded and then licked his lips very slowly this time as he looked me up and down yet again. His stare was so intense that I felt insecure under his eyesight.

  "Tell the bartender what you want." He then glanced over and saw Treasure leaning against the bar while smiling at our conversation. He looked back at me and asked with a chuckle, "This your girl?"