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Love Like No Other
Commitment was never an option. Why should it be? I had money and all the pussy I could ever want. Life was sweet. No woman could ever claim me as their man and never will. I had rules. Hard ones. You could spend the night, but you’d never get the real me.
But then she happened. She walked by me, and I fell in love with her on sight. I grabbed her hand just to get her attention, but the second she smiled at me? I was done. She broke through every wall I ever built. I didn’t know her name or who she was; the only thing I knew for sure was that she was going to be mine.
After that night, the memory of her burned in my mind. She was all I could think about. She’s the only woman I ever wanted to kiss. See, for me, a kiss meant more than sex. I couldn’t even kiss another woman after that night. Sex wasn’t the same. It was just a release—something to keep my mind off the shit I didn’t want to feel until she was mine. I wanted to give her every piece of me, even the parts I kept hidden from everybody else. She’s the only woman who will ever have my last name.
So when I say, ‘Only my woman gets all of me’—I mean that. Nobody had me before her, and nobody ever will after. I wasn’t about to give her leftovers. I wasn’t giving her what the seat fillers got.
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I thought having her would be easy. I was wrong. She was nothing like your average woman. Learning who she really was? That shit was intimidating. But I always gets what I want. And she did, too.
And now I hear she’s engaged to marry some nigga. When she knows she belongs to me. I made sure of it. I put this dick on her so good I had her speaking in tongues. No man will ever have her like I do. So if she wants me to beg, then that’s what I will do. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do. I’m about to go get my woman. And when I do, I’m never letting her go.