• Author K.L. Hall

Lovin' the Alpha of the Streets: A Valentine's Day Novella Sneak Peek


(NOTE: Contains explicit language and adult themes suitable for ages 16+)

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CHAPTER ONE

Savannah

An entire year had flown by, and I couldn’t have been happier to have Pharaoh back in my life for good. I woke up the next morning to a half empty glass of champagne sitting on my nightstand. Instead of turning around, I reached my arm back to feel around for Pharaoh’s presence and the bed was empty. Moments later, I heard the sound of his footsteps walking up behind me and getting back in the bed.

“Good morning,” he whispered in my ear then kissed my neck.

His breath smelled like fresh mouthwash, which was more than I could say for my own. Instead of opening my mouth, I turned over and smiled at him, followed by a quick wave.

“Good morning to you, too,” he joked.

I hopped out of the bed to go brush my teeth, and then came out with the toothbrush in my mouth.

“Oh, so that’s why you ain’t wanna speak. You had the yuck mouth.”

I rolled my eyes and started talking to him while brushing my teeth. He shook his head. “I don’t know why you always do that shit, Savannah, knowing damn well I can’t understand anything you’re saying.”

I walked back into the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth, cheeks and tongue, then came back out. “I said, good morning, baby!”

He rolled his eyes. “It didn’t sound like that at all. Did you have a good time last night?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m surprised I don’t have a headache after drinking half the bottle of champagne last night.”

“You’re a lightweight.”

My eyes rolled towards the back of my head. “Whatever.”

I ran and jumped back on the bed and he rolled on top of me. Pharaoh looked into my eyes with so much love and adoration for me. It was something I hadn’t seen before. “What?”

“I love you, Savannah.”

I traced my fingertip against his jawline and smiled. “I love you, too.”

“No, I mean, I really love you. There was a time where I didn’t think I would ever forgive you, but look at us now.”

“I thought we agreed to leave the past in the past,” I told him.

“And we are, I just need you to know how much I love you.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or afraid…”

“Probably a little bit of both,” he said as he shot me a panty-melting smirk.

“Okay…”

“I was going to save this for a few more weeks but fuck it.”

“What?”

He rolled over and reached into his nightstand drawer and then presented me with a small red velvet box. “Marry me, Savannah.”

“Pharaoh, I—”

“I love you, Savannah. Marry me.”

I nodded silently as tears flew out of my eyes. “Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! Of course I’ll marry you, baby!” I screamed in excitement.

My hand shook nervously as I watched him glide the diamond ring onto my finger. My eyes sparkled as I marveled at the princess cut diamond shimmering against my skin. It was perfect. He was perfect. Everything in that moment was perfect.

I pulled his lips onto mine, crashing his body against me. He pushed my legs apart and inserted himself in between them. With one swift lift of my oversized T-shirt, I felt the hardness of Pharaoh’s dick inside me.

“Mmm,” I moaned, while sucking in air through my clenched teeth.

I caressed the back of Pharaoh’s head as his lips planted kisses against my collarbone. The prickly hairs from his freshly groomed face tickled my velvety smooth skin. With every stroke, my body tensed and then melted into submission. My body was all for him, and so was my heart. He crumpled the loose-fitting T-shirt hanging over my body in his hand as he lifted it up to my neck. My back arched forward as his tongue lay flat across my nipple.

Pharaoh tossed my legs onto his shoulders and I immediately moaned as he grabbed my foot and sucked on my toes. I was trapped inside my own head as my body swirled around in a pool of ecstasy. He locked one arm across my thighs to hold me in place while gripping my neck with his other hand. My fingertips clawed at his skin, urging, wanting, feigning for more. Pharaoh’s hands continued to speak verbs against my flesh; twisting, kneading, cradling me. With my legs laying parallel against the bed once more, his strokes became harder, deeper, as if each one was trying to outdo the last. There was just something about our bodies being fused together as one that made every nerve ending inside me tingle.

“I love you,” I blurted out as I watched his muscles glisten with sweat in the sunlight breaking through the curtains.

“I love you, too,” he said, thrusting harder without abandon causing a series of euphoric spasms in my body, one right after the other.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed out.

My fingers clenched the rumpled sheets as I climaxed, then laid star fished on our bed. I loved Pharaoh Blackwell more than any man walking the earth. I couldn’t wait to become his wife.

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Pharaoh

Imani had been begging me for days to take her to McDonald’s to get a Happy Meal. For the life of me, I didn’t understand why kids loved that place so much. Sticking true to my word, I took Imani to McDonald’s to get her a Happy Meal when a woman bumped into me.

“Excuse me,” she muttered underneath her breath without even looking up at me.

“You good,” I told her.

I stepped up in the line and watched the woman out of my peripheral. She was fidgeting like she’d just come off her last high not too long ago and needed something to eat. We both stepped up to the cashier in opposite lines. “Can I take your order?” my cashier asked me.

“Tell her what you want, Imani,” I said, while picking her up and sitting her on the counter.

“I want a chicken nugget Happy Meal.”

“Say please.”

“Pleaseeeeee.”

“What to drink?”

“Um, I want orange soda.”

“Okay. That’ll be four dollars and thirty-two cents.”

I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to her when I overheard the conversation between the woman beside me and her cashier. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I still need three dollars from you.”

“I don’t have three extra dollars. I gave you all that I had.”

“Well then you’re going to have to take something off this bill.”

Before the woman had a chance to respond, I stepped in. “Don’t worry about it, I got it,” I said, pulling out another fresh twenty and handing it to the cashier.

“Thank you,” the woman told me.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Imani grabbed her Happy Meal while I held her drink. “Aight, Imani. Let’s go.”

“But I wanna play in the play area,” she whined.

“That wasn’t a part of the deal, remember? I told you I would bring you to get a Happy Meal. I ain’t say nothin’ about stayin’ here so you could play.”

“Pleaseeeeee, Uncle P,” she begged.

I drew in a deep breath that tensed my shoulders, then slowly let it out. “Fine. Once you finish eating, you’ve got fifteen minutes to play and then we’re leaving, okay?”

“Yay!” she yelled as she skipped down to a booth near the play area.

“Cute kid,” the woman said from behind me.

“Thanks. She’s my niece.”

The woman nodded and I turned to walk away when she stopped me. “I think I know you…”

I shook my head. “I’m sure you don’t.”

“No, I think I do…is y—your name Pharaoh?”

I looked into the woman’s eyes for the very first time and then studied her features from her long hair in one matted braid down to the back of her head, to her light brown skin, unkept eyebrows and deep set cocoa brown eyes. She was right, she did know me, and I knew her too.

“M—mom?”

She nodded as she reached out to touch my arm. “It’s me.”

I quickly swiped her hand away as if she was a leper and took a few steps back. She took one step towards me and I held out my hand to stop her. “Stop.”

“Is that anyway to treat your mother?”

“You’re not my mother. Now stay the fuck away from me.”

I brushed past her and went back to the booth where Imani was biting into a chicken nugget. She must’ve felt the negative vibes radiating off me, because she screwed up her tiny face to look at me funny.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked with her head cocked to the side.

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothin’.”

“How about you just eat your nuggets, little girl, and stay out of grown folk’s business?”

She shrugged and for a second, I could’ve sworn she rolled her eyes at me. I watched her nibble at her food some more until the urge to go play got to be too much. She zoomed out of the booth and ran into the play area. I quickly glanced around the restaurant in search of my long-lost mother, who had since cleared out. I couldn’t believe she had just fell out of the sky after over twenty years of being what felt like a figment of my imagination. My phone buzzed in my coat pocket as soon as I turned to look back at Imani.

“Hello?” I answered for Riot.

“Where are you?”

“At McDonald’s with Imani.”

“I need you to drop her off and get over to me as soon as you can.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

“Everything like what?” I asked, sliding out of the booth and waving Imani over to me.

“This is some shit you gotta hear in person, my nigga, trust me.”

“Give me thirty minutes,” I told him and ended the call.

Imani ran over to me with her hands on her hips. “It’s been fifteen minutes already?” she asked in a huff.

“Yeah, now put your coat on. We gotta go, now.”

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