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An Ugly Girl’s Diary
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AN UGLY GIRL’S DIARY
By
T. STYLES
Copyright © 2022 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved.
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to be printed in a newspaper or magazine.
PUBLISHER’S NOTE:
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
Organizations, places, events and incidents are the product of the
Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of
Actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022914651
ISBN 10: 194837384X
ISBN 13: 978-1948373845
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What Up Famo,
I hope and pray your summer has been going exceptionally well for you so far. Our summer has been non-stop with movie making, but that’s a great thing! However, when it was time to jump back into novels, T. Styles is ALWAYS ready.
Which brings me to the book in hand, An Ugly Girl’s Diary! This new tale gives classic T. Styles energy and had me pulled in from page one! I literally read it in one sitting because I had to find out what was going on. Trust me, make sure you have a few hours available when you sit down with this one ‘cuz you’re gonna need it!
With that being said, keeping in line with tradition, we want to give respect to a vet, new trailblazer paving the way or pay homage to a favorite. In this novel, we would like to recognize:
MAX JULIEN
Maxwell Julien Banks, better known to us all as Goldie from one of my favorite movies, The Mack, was an actor, clothing designer and screenwriter. I absolutely LOVED that movie, and no matter what else Max was in after The Mack he was always best known for that role. My sister CeCe and I used to watch it and Uptown Saturday Night, almost daily when we were younger! We were so saddened by his passing. May he rest in eternal peace! We’re grateful that his contribution to cinema will forever live on!
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This Is Dedicated To The Unseen
Out of the darkness…
Into the darkness…
To find the light…
CHAPTER ONE
THE SUMMER OF TYE
The weatherman called for a heatwave…
But it didn’t impact the people inside of the newly renovated black owned Asian cuisine restaurant in Baltimore named “The Lit”.
The invitees were drunk, high, and ready to risk it all.
Inside the dwelling, one of its owners, Tye Gates, sat on the sink within the woman’s bathroom. His beautiful fiancé stood a few feet away and was studying and reapplying her makeup in the mirror. Clumps of tissue tinged with red lipstick, blush and blue eyeshadow sat on the sink as she actively removed more.
While he directed the wipe down, music boomed outside of the restroom because a celebration was going on and he couldn’t wait to participate. After all, the festivities were going on in his honor.
But first he had to check her ass.
“Is this enough?” Joanne Davenport questioned, wiping her long brown hair out of her face so he could see her glowing cocoa colored skin.
“More…” he said.
“You can be mean…overbearing.”
“I said more.”
He didn’t care that she was trying to reach him through sympathy. You only needed to look at the tattoos on his light brown skin to know what sat in the man’s heart. Afterall, there was an italicized tattoo that ripped across his forehead which read DOMINION. The second running along his left cheek read POWER and the third on the right side read RULE.
The artwork, so blatant, connected to one another with brown vines. To be clear it was beautiful to observe and at the same time off-putting in professional settings.
But he didn’t give a fuck.
The man was his own boss.
In more ways than one.
Standing over six feet easy, he took care of his body on a daily basis. To say he was chiseled would be lazy. It was better to say that the man was fine and call it a day. Only the best labels touched his skin and only the most expensive oils scented his flesh. He was alluring, which often pulled many women into his self-professed dick trap.
Some old, had fallen to his game.
Others young.
At present he'd been with ninety-nine women.
His current love victim was Joanne, a complex beauty who came with her own share of secrets. After removing what was left of her makeup, she looked over at him. “This…looks…”
“Good.”
“No, Tye. It doesn’t.” She threw her hands up in the air. “You get a kick out of this don’t you? Controlling me.”
“I told you what I liked in a woman from the gate. You just thought it was a game.” His phone vibrated and he removed it from his pocket to read the text.
“Sometimes I feel like you’re bored with me.”
He looked up from his phone. “Then entertain me more.”
“How?”
“If I gotta tell you how to keep my interest, why stay?”
“Because I know something better is in your heart.” She grabbed the soiled tissue from the counter as if it were a mound of snow and dumped it in the trash can. Smoothing her hands alongside her gold glitter dress, which hugged at her curves, she observed her reflection in the mirror. “And I’m waiting on you to show me that side.”
After sending his text message he hopped off the sink and walked over to her. They observed one another in the mirror. Slowly he took his hand, dipped under her dress, and eased past her pussy lips before finding the soft warm center.
She was wet.
Gliding his finger out, he tasted her juices and whispered into her ear. “Naturally beautiful.” He panned her chin to the left and then right. “Naturally fresh. The way I like it.”
Her clit jumped. “No such thing. We all have flaws. Even you.”
“Nah, I’m perfect.” He winked. “Haven’t you heard?” He took a deep breath and turned her from the mirror to face him. “When we get out there, I want you to relax a little. And have a good time.”
“I always have a–.”
“It’s a big night for me.” He squeezed her shoulders lightly. “Remember that. You’re not my wife yet.”
“No, but I am your fiancé. It’s a big night for me too.” Her voice went high and he could tell she was on the verge of ruining his evening by being too emotional already. Something he hated like shit. “Can you be honest and tell me why you’re with me? For real.”
“You’re my fiancé.” He tucked a hefty weft of her flowing hair behind her ear and said, “And I want you to be a nigga’s wife. But I can’t deal with your up and down moods. And your need to put your family in the mix when we go through shit.”
She shook her head. “I said I wouldn’t do that anymore.”
“You said many things. I just want you to remember that niggas don’t like that shit. As fine as you are, it’s probably the main reason it took you so long to find a real one. Your father be applying too much pressure.”
She looked down and back up at him. “Like I said, our relationship is our own. I promise.”
He was about to walk away.
“Tye…”
He turned around and faced her.
“Sometimes understanding another’s darkness is the best method for knowing yourself.”
“Shit sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t make it untrue.” She paused. “I’ll fall to the back. But stay out of trouble, Tye. I don’t want to get a call that the police pulled you over and locked you up again.”
He chuckled once. “Let’s go.”
The moment they opened the door, a flood of people greeted them with cheers and well wishes.
The restaurant was so crowded it resembled an upscale night club. There was bubbled paneling on the top part of the walls and silver finishing everywhere. The lights flooded the space with neon pink and blues which could change upon request. Haze pumped everywhere giving the room a romantic fog. Venetian couches ran along the perimeter of the walls and red velvet ropes turned the areas into mini V.I.P. sections. In the center of the floor sat designer tables with Victorian style chairs for dining.
It was spectacular.
As the music boomed, Tye appeared to float in the very center of the dance floor. The flashing strobe lights bounced off his tatted face and his gold chains played in the shine like whores.
There were so many people present that for the moment he felt like a star. Like the hero of his own story and he loved every minute.
While he basked under the lights, his closest comrade and business partner, Logan, bopped up to him with a grin on his face. Without saying a word, he handed him a bottle of ice-cold champagne, with tiny ice shards sliding down the sides. Logan already popped the cork a few seconds before, and so Tye tossed it upward, allowing the suds to run down his throat and the sides of his face.
Winking at Joanne from across the room, she grinned and strutted toward him. “You inviting me into the spotlight already? I thought trophies were better seen and not heard.”
His friends gave him room.
Tye wrapped an arm across her lower back and whispered in her ear. “Open.”
On cue, she widened her pink pouty lips as he poured the cool liquid down her throat. She’d swallowed his cum on many occasions so she didn’t miss a drop. Allowing it to bubble down her throat.
Every man in the room felt envy.
She was beautiful and nasty.
She was a Davenport.
“That was yummy,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I can’t wait to eat ice cream later.” She ran her hand sneakily across his thickening dick.
“Now I’m entertained…” he said looking into her eyes. Turning her around he placed his warm lips against her ear. His words vibrated, causing her drums to tingle. “You see the way every nigga in the building looking at you?”
“Yesssssss.” She breathed deeply.
“That’s why I chose you. Never forget that shit.”
Every eye was on them at the moment.
Turning her back around he kissed her passionately.
Having gotten her orders she said, “I’ma let you enjoy your night,” she grinned.
When she switched away, his boys, with Logan in the lead, slapped him on the back in celebration. Rough and rowdy, they were excited to see one of their own finally make it off the streets.
“You did it!” Logan announced to be heard over the music.
“We did it!” Tye corrected him.
“I’m just happy to be on the team!”
Tye poured more champagne down his throat.
“Oh, before I forget, I got something for you!” Logan removed a gift wrapped in black paper with gold specks and handed it to him. Yelling in his ear he said, “This is an original copy of Lilou Dubois’ last work before she died.”
Tye’s eyes widened. “Wait…you…you…”
“Yep!” Logan laughed.
An avid reader, if the book was genuine, which he knew it was since Logan was solid, it would be worth a grand. “How did you…I mean…”
“I know she’s your favorite author!” He yelled a bit louder when the beat dropped. “And even though I’m not into the dark shit you read; I know how important it is to you.”
Tye handed him the bottle and tore the paper off and allowed it to fall to the floor. The book was beautiful. Bound in leather, the words ‘The Lure Of Misery by Lilou Dubois’ were etched on the cover in black. He had been a fan of reading since he was a child so this was a hell of a gift.
Tye wrapped one arm around him, pulled him near and smiled. “Thanks, man! This…this…”
“What’s understood doesn't need to be said! I just appreciate you letting me in on this deal at the last minute!”
When Tye looked across the room, he didn’t spot his fiancé anymore. But he did spot his mother and sister. His mother wore her usual gold pixie wig and his sister had gold and black box braids running down her back.
Both looked miserable as fuck.
Walking over to them he said, “Y’all good?”
Ava, his sister, looked away.
“Ava…you aight?”
“We here for you.” She shrugged. “So…so we good.”
He looked at his mother again. “You?”
“We fine, Tye.” She raised the cup filled with brown poison toward her lips. “Now go have fun and stop fishing. We gonna be on our best behavior tonight.” She looked at her daughter and Ava walked away.
He shook his head. “Listen…I need you to give this to Joanne later.” He handed the book to his mother. But only after demanding that she secure it with her life. “Don’t lose it.”
“I got you, baby,” she said proudly. “I know how you are about these books. Now go.”
He returned to his friends. As they celebrated his win, his cell phone vibrated. Removing it from his pocket, he looked down at the screen and read the message.
