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Bishop Clark was a man who struggled to forget his past and the trauma he'd went through as an child, the trauma that made him shut the world out and become this mean man. He didn't have family, or friends. Bishop was all about his business, never had time for fun or women— especially after his younger brother by the name of Jordan murdered his first love. Bishop was once a loving man, but that particular incident along with other traumatizing things caused him to become heartless and hard to love.
Diamond Greene was a fragile woman who'd been searching for love for years in anyone she could find it in— men and women. She'd never had it growing up, she barely had anything. Diamond was a troubled kid who desperately needed love, most things she did was just to be noticed or even to feel loved for a split second. In living reckless she'd fell for a man after what was supposed to be an one night stand, ending up pregnant by Bishop she thought that'd make him love her. It didn't. During her pregnancy she had got fed up with trying to love an impossible man and decided that she'd leave, it was clear he didn't want her or their child.
Bishop didn't seem to care at first until his brother had escaped prison and decided he wanted to take everything that bishop may have loved once again, and learning about his baby mother he wanted to go after the baby. He might not have loved her at all but he wouldn't let his brother harm his child. The two soon went against one another to find what Jordan had called her— Bishop's Diamond.
June 10, 2017 | 12:40am
Location: Club Indigo
Diamond Greene
Sitting in the bathroom of the club Diamond sat on the counter trying to keep herself together. She'd came here tonight with a man she'd been "dating" for a few months now, only for his wife to show up and he act as if he didn't know her. Her feelings were hurt because she thought that this one could be the one. She didn't understand what was wrong with her? She was a sweet woman. She was a good woman and all she wanted was to be loved. Was it that hard to come across?
"I don't understand," she sniffled as knocks were heard on the other side of the door.
"Open the door bitch! I know you've been fucking my husband!" She heard as the pounding continued. "Come out you scary ass bitch." Diamond just sat there and listened to the woman bang and shout.
She wasn't a fighter and she wouldn't fight a woman when she didn't know that her husband was married. "How you cheat with scary bitches John? Huh?" She heard and through the loud music you could hear the smack she had delivered to him. "I will kill you and you know it— matter of fact I'm calling my brother." She yelled and it sounded as if John had started to apologize and beg.
Diamond sat there for what seemed an hour lost in her thoughts, she was in the middle of the club crying in a bathroom at another failed attempt at love. How could men and women say they love her but it never showed? She tried so hard, her parents never loved her and she was looking for it in anyone. Even from her parents who used and abused her.
Taking a deep breath she stood to her feet and washed her hands before touching up her makeup. "You're fine." She whispered to her self and headed towards the door. She was happy that John and his wife was no longer by the door.
Walking through the club she headed towards the bar to get a few drinks before she called herself an Uber, she was lucky that she had her own money because she was a hour away from home just to be with what she thought was her man. That had clearly left her since she hadn't seen him. "Keep them coming," she told the bartender— she nodded at her.
Diamond always drank her problems away. That was another reason why most men didn't want to deal with her, they felt it was unattractive but they never tried to get her story or why she was the way she was. They'd use her for sex because her sex was that good. They'd use her for money knowing that she was a part-time model and she owned her own business in designing clothes, shoes, etc. Her name was pretty big and that's why most men used her. For their own personal gain. Each time she'd tell herself not to fall for it but she always did. Always.
"Excuse me," she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around.
"Yes?" She asked the woman who stood next to another woman. They both smiled at her.
"We just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful," the woman by the name of Penelope stated.
Diamond chuckled and downed the rest of her last drink, "Thank you. Same to you too. Lets have a drink, on me." She offered and the women both sat on each side of her.
They had told her how they both were a couple and had just moved into town. She could tell that they were friendly but hell, she was too. They were from a place where they freely complimented other women which is why they came up to her, but Diamond explained to them that most women would have made what they had done an issue because it was as if these days a woman couldn't compliment or be friendly with another woman. Most women hated other pretty women for no reason.
Later that night, Diamond found herself riding Penelope's face while the woman by the name of Desirae ate Penelope out. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Diamond tossed her head back and played with her own nipples. All three women were drunk and when Diamond suggested they have a threesome both women agreed being they never had one and always wanted to try it.
Penelope smacked her ass and sucked on her clit at the same pace, while she too was close to her orgasm. "Mhm! Y'all so damn sexy," Desirae lifted to say before smacking Penelope's pussy. "Look at me diamond," she told her
Opening her eyes she looked down into Desiraes eyes, and watched her please Penelope who had started to squirt and shake. "Fuck!" Diamond yelled out as she came.
Penelope held her cum in her mouth, Desirae did the same and when both women got up they kissed each-other. Just watching them kiss sloppily and mix juices like that had Diamond throbbing again. Grabbing the strap next to her she put it on, "which one of you can I fuck?" She asked.
Both women looked at her and licked their lips, they didn't know what to expect in a threesome but they were both sure that it wouldn't be the last that either of them wanted of Diamond.
"I'll go first," Desirae spoke up, "I only like it from the back."
Diamond smirked and crawled to her before kissing her and Penelope used toys on herself, watching her wife get fuçked had turned her on more than it should have. Hell, even for Desirae. She liked to see her woman getting pleased by another woman, and that night it made them fuck each other harder as if they were in competition because they wouldn't let Diamond out do them on one another.
"You could stay over, we have a guest room or you could sleep here." Penelope breathed out after Desirae had just made her run and tap out on her. The couple had started to fuck each other leaving Diamond to watch and please herself for the last few minutes. Which she didn't mind.
Diamond stood, "I'll sleep in the guest room. I'm going to shower." She smiled and grabbed the clothes they loaned to her.
"Don't leave too early, we could eat breakfast and exchange numbers," Desirae told her. Making Penelope smile because she didn't want to be the one to make that move.
"Okay," was all she said before they showed her to the guest room.
June 10, 2017 | 8:40am
Location: Restaurant
Bishop Clark
Later that night, he found himself sitting in the dark drinking and smoking to keep his mind off of the things that haunted him at night but it was as if tonight his mother and father were on his mind, and he couldn't rid of them or the memories:
An irritated twelve year old Bishop held his annoyed ten year old brother Jordan back from seeing what they were seeing. They sat in the corner of the living room watching their parents and their friends sniff cocaine off the coffe table, and drink. They were kicked out of their room by one of the couples who had wanted to have sex, so they were forced to watch the things their parents did.
"You got some cute little boys," a woman had told Crystal— their mother. She looked behind her and smiled at them. "How old is the oldest?" The lady sniffed a line and bishop looked away from her not liking how she looked at him.
"Bishop is what? 12 now babe?" Crystal asked her husband Joel.
"Mhm," he leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
The other couple had soon came out and they were sent back to their room. Deciding to sleep on the floor since the covers had smelled so bad now, "I'm leaving. I'll be back," Jordan had slipped on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. "You want anything from the store? I'm fuçking hungry man."
"You shouldn't be robbing stores or stealing," Bishop told him.
"Shut up. Don't eat then," he shrugged and climbed out the window.
Bishop sighed and laid back on the floor, his door opened and there stood the woman who had been looking at him weird. He sat up and stared at her strangely when she locked the door—-
Opening his eyes Bishop's heart raced as he grabbed his gun and looked around, seeing he was just home he took a deep breath and felt the tears fall down his cheek. Taking another swig out of the bottle he sniffled and decided to try to get some rest for the night.
Location: Club Indigo
Diamond Greene
Sitting in the bathroom of the club Diamond sat on the counter trying to keep herself together. She'd came here tonight with a man she'd been "dating" for a few months now, only for his wife to show up and he act as if he didn't know her. Her feelings were hurt because she thought that this one could be the one. She didn't understand what was wrong with her? She was a sweet woman. She was a good woman and all she wanted was to be loved. Was it that hard to come across?
"I don't understand," she sniffled as knocks were heard on the other side of the door.
"Open the door bitch! I know you've been fucking my husband!" She heard as the pounding continued. "Come out you scary ass bitch." Diamond just sat there and listened to the woman bang and shout.
She wasn't a fighter and she wouldn't fight a woman when she didn't know that her husband was married. "How you cheat with scary bitches John? Huh?" She heard and through the loud music you could hear the smack she had delivered to him. "I will kill you and you know it— matter of fact I'm calling my brother." She yelled and it sounded as if John had started to apologize and beg.
Diamond sat there for what seemed an hour lost in her thoughts, she was in the middle of the club crying in a bathroom at another failed attempt at love. How could men and women say they love her but it never showed? She tried so hard, her parents never loved her and she was looking for it in anyone. Even from her parents who used and abused her.
Taking a deep breath she stood to her feet and washed her hands before touching up her makeup. "You're fine." She whispered to her self and headed towards the door. She was happy that John and his wife was no longer by the door.
Walking through the club she headed towards the bar to get a few drinks before she called herself an Uber, she was lucky that she had her own money because she was a hour away from home just to be with what she thought was her man. That had clearly left her since she hadn't seen him. "Keep them coming," she told the bartender— she nodded at her.
Diamond always drank her problems away. That was another reason why most men didn't want to deal with her, they felt it was unattractive but they never tried to get her story or why she was the way she was. They'd use her for sex because her sex was that good. They'd use her for money knowing that she was a part-time model and she owned her own business in designing clothes, shoes, etc. Her name was pretty big and that's why most men used her. For their own personal gain. Each time she'd tell herself not to fall for it but she always did. Always.
"Excuse me," she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around.
"Yes?" She asked the woman who stood next to another woman. They both smiled at her.
"We just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful," the woman by the name of Penelope stated.
Diamond chuckled and downed the rest of her last drink, "Thank you. Same to you too. Lets have a drink, on me." She offered and the women both sat on each side of her.
They had told her how they both were a couple and had just moved into town. She could tell that they were friendly but hell, she was too. They were from a place where they freely complimented other women which is why they came up to her, but Diamond explained to them that most women would have made what they had done an issue because it was as if these days a woman couldn't compliment or be friendly with another woman. Most women hated other pretty women for no reason.
Later that night, Diamond found herself riding Penelope's face while the woman by the name of Desirae ate Penelope out. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Diamond tossed her head back and played with her own nipples. All three women were drunk and when Diamond suggested they have a threesome both women agreed being they never had one and always wanted to try it.
Penelope smacked her ass and sucked on her clit at the same pace, while she too was close to her orgasm. "Mhm! Y'all so damn sexy," Desirae lifted to say before smacking Penelope's pussy. "Look at me diamond," she told her
Opening her eyes she looked down into Desiraes eyes, and watched her please Penelope who had started to squirt and shake. "Fuck!" Diamond yelled out as she came.
Penelope held her cum in her mouth, Desirae did the same and when both women got up they kissed each-other. Just watching them kiss sloppily and mix juices like that had Diamond throbbing again. Grabbing the strap next to her she put it on, "which one of you can I fuck?" She asked.
Both women looked at her and licked their lips, they didn't know what to expect in a threesome but they were both sure that it wouldn't be the last that either of them wanted of Diamond.
"I'll go first," Desirae spoke up, "I only like it from the back."
Diamond smirked and crawled to her before kissing her and Penelope used toys on herself, watching her wife get fuçked had turned her on more than it should have. Hell, even for Desirae. She liked to see her woman getting pleased by another woman, and that night it made them fuck each other harder as if they were in competition because they wouldn't let Diamond out do them on one another.
"You could stay over, we have a guest room or you could sleep here." Penelope breathed out after Desirae had just made her run and tap out on her. The couple had started to fuck each other leaving Diamond to watch and please herself for the last few minutes. Which she didn't mind.
Diamond stood, "I'll sleep in the guest room. I'm going to shower." She smiled and grabbed the clothes they loaned to her.
"Don't leave too early, we could eat breakfast and exchange numbers," Desirae told her. Making Penelope smile because she didn't want to be the one to make that move.
"Okay," was all she said before they showed her to the guest room.
June 10, 2017 | 8:40am
Location: Restaurant
Bishop Clark
Scrolling through his phone as he waited on his food, Bishop's mind had wandered off as he scrolled by his ex girlfriends sister post about her, saying how much she missed her and wished she could be with her. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath.
"Your brother is fucking crazy! He tried kissing me and you're looking at me as if I'm the one in the wrong?" Angela shouted at Bishop, who had went by his brothers word.
"Y-you know I wouldn't do that to you bro! We all we got; you gone let her come between us?" Jordan' stumbled and sniffled wiping the blood from his lip where Bishop had punched him. The liquor was strong on his breath.
"Just shut the fuçk up, I know what I saw. One of y'all lying!" He yelled, looking back and forth between the two.
Angela scoffed, "know what, I don't have to be here fuck you and him. How about that." She began to pack her things. She couldn't believe after being with him for three years he'd think she'd lie about Jordan trying to force himself on her.
"Nah. I'm sorry baby," Bishop grabbed her seeing her break down. "You stay," he told her. Looking to Jordan he clenched his jaw, "Jordan, you go." He told him and Jordan jerked his head back.
"Me? Go?" He pointed to his chest. "So this bitch come first? She come before me?" He walked up to Bishop and stood in his face. "Bet," he chuckled.
Jordan had walked away, Bishop thought he'd went to leave and in him turning around to comfort Angela that's when it happened. Jordan had—-
"Hi, excuse me sir?" Bishop opened his eyes feeling his heart race thinking about that night just three years ago.
"What?" He looked up to the random woman standing in front of him. "Are you my waitress? I don't see no uniform so why bother me? I ain't interested in nothing you offering. You blocking my view of the game." He told her coldly.
"Oh—" the woman Krissy was took back by his demeanor. "You ain't got to be such a bitch, I would of understood that you weren't interested just fine." She frowned.
He laughed. "You done?"
The woman scoffed and walked away. He shrugged his shoulders as his waitress had came back with his food, he thanked her and she walked away. He hated when women approached him, if he wanted you he'd clearly approach you. It turned him off to see a woman come up to him trying to be seen and before she walked up to him he seen how she'd tried to make her breast pop out more than they were as if that'd make him talk to her. He hated those type.
Seeing his phone go off, he checked the message and seen that he had a photoshoot coming up soon. He was a model for certain agency’s on top of owning a few car shops, and a dealership. Modeling was something he did on the side to make play money as he called it. Confirming he could do shoot, he placed his phone in his pocket and enjoyed his breakfast in peace.
"Your brother is fucking crazy! He tried kissing me and you're looking at me as if I'm the one in the wrong?" Angela shouted at Bishop, who had went by his brothers word.
"Y-you know I wouldn't do that to you bro! We all we got; you gone let her come between us?" Jordan' stumbled and sniffled wiping the blood from his lip where Bishop had punched him. The liquor was strong on his breath.
"Just shut the fuçk up, I know what I saw. One of y'all lying!" He yelled, looking back and forth between the two.
Angela scoffed, "know what, I don't have to be here fuck you and him. How about that." She began to pack her things. She couldn't believe after being with him for three years he'd think she'd lie about Jordan trying to force himself on her.
"Nah. I'm sorry baby," Bishop grabbed her seeing her break down. "You stay," he told her. Looking to Jordan he clenched his jaw, "Jordan, you go." He told him and Jordan jerked his head back.
"Me? Go?" He pointed to his chest. "So this bitch come first? She come before me?" He walked up to Bishop and stood in his face. "Bet," he chuckled.
Jordan had walked away, Bishop thought he'd went to leave and in him turning around to comfort Angela that's when it happened. Jordan had—-
"Hi, excuse me sir?" Bishop opened his eyes feeling his heart race thinking about that night just three years ago.
"What?" He looked up to the random woman standing in front of him. "Are you my waitress? I don't see no uniform so why bother me? I ain't interested in nothing you offering. You blocking my view of the game." He told her coldly.
"Oh—" the woman Krissy was took back by his demeanor. "You ain't got to be such a bitch, I would of understood that you weren't interested just fine." She frowned.
He laughed. "You done?"
The woman scoffed and walked away. He shrugged his shoulders as his waitress had came back with his food, he thanked her and she walked away. He hated when women approached him, if he wanted you he'd clearly approach you. It turned him off to see a woman come up to him trying to be seen and before she walked up to him he seen how she'd tried to make her breast pop out more than they were as if that'd make him talk to her. He hated those type.
Seeing his phone go off, he checked the message and seen that he had a photoshoot coming up soon. He was a model for certain agency’s on top of owning a few car shops, and a dealership. Modeling was something he did on the side to make play money as he called it. Confirming he could do shoot, he placed his phone in his pocket and enjoyed his breakfast in peace.
Later that night, he found himself sitting in the dark drinking and smoking to keep his mind off of the things that haunted him at night but it was as if tonight his mother and father were on his mind, and he couldn't rid of them or the memories:
An irritated twelve year old Bishop held his annoyed ten year old brother Jordan back from seeing what they were seeing. They sat in the corner of the living room watching their parents and their friends sniff cocaine off the coffe table, and drink. They were kicked out of their room by one of the couples who had wanted to have sex, so they were forced to watch the things their parents did.
"You got some cute little boys," a woman had told Crystal— their mother. She looked behind her and smiled at them. "How old is the oldest?" The lady sniffed a line and bishop looked away from her not liking how she looked at him.
"Bishop is what? 12 now babe?" Crystal asked her husband Joel.
"Mhm," he leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
The other couple had soon came out and they were sent back to their room. Deciding to sleep on the floor since the covers had smelled so bad now, "I'm leaving. I'll be back," Jordan had slipped on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. "You want anything from the store? I'm fuçking hungry man."
"You shouldn't be robbing stores or stealing," Bishop told him.
"Shut up. Don't eat then," he shrugged and climbed out the window.
Bishop sighed and laid back on the floor, his door opened and there stood the woman who had been looking at him weird. He sat up and stared at her strangely when she locked the door—-
Opening his eyes Bishop's heart raced as he grabbed his gun and looked around, seeing he was just home he took a deep breath and felt the tears fall down his cheek. Taking another swig out of the bottle he sniffled and decided to try to get some rest for the night.
This is what he dealt with most nights.
