On the voluminous majestic designed terrace, stood a wealthy man wearing a denim blue suit made with Ormezzano linen and silk. He watched his view with admiration from above his magnificent mansion.

He had everything he could ever dream of wealth, power, respect, and freedom. He wasn't like that selfish evil rich white man that used to live by him. He helped his people along with others of a different kind, he didn't discriminate against anyone.

His employees were treated equally and they respected him because of his good reputation. He was one of the richest men on the planet but unlike some, he didn't have it handed to him on a silver spoon.

He worked hard for his wealth.

He graduated early at the age of 17.

By the time he reached the age of 21, he was graduating with his Master degree. He took a break over the summer and wrote a book called " America's African American Revolutionary Terrorist" And made millions.

He wrote a couple more books and made more millions. He created an organization and together they help make a difference. They helped billions of people from America to Africa and other foreign countries.

He became their leader, speaker, and role model,

He owned estates which were one of his greatest accomplishments.By the time he hit 22, he was a huge billionaire. No one could figure out how he did it, but he did the impossible. He could even run for president of course he can, he was Huey Freeman.

"Baby, the reporter is here to see you" his wife stated as she fixed his loose tie."Hey, u better quit tampering with this damn tie" she complained, slapping his right arm. She turned to leave but was stopped by a pair of strong hands gripping her waist.

"Babe, what are you doing"? She frowned as she placed her hands on her thick hips.

He didn't respond as he gazed at her. Damn she was beautiful he thought.

Her flawless dark chocolate skin and chestnut brown eyes shone with her sandy brown hair still shining in the sun.She stood 5'10 with her hourglass body, wearing a white button up blouse, and a gray pencil skirt with some pumped heels.

Amelia was indeed the definition of the perfect woman. She was intelligent, stunning, ambitious, and strong. She was bold just like him and she was never afraid to speak her mind. They both shared the same views when it came to things like politics, religion, human rights, and American society. She was his soulmate so he knew he made the right choice to marry her.

He adored his loyal wife because she was always there to support and defend him. She remained by his side through every step of a decision he made. She was the vice president of his organization that she helped him build.

She was his partner in life and loved her.

"Hello, earth to Huey," she said, waving her hand in his face.

" Damn, can a man just enjoy the appearance of his sexy ass wife without her acting like Donald trump was relected as president," he said, folding his arms.

"Oh no! Baby guess we're doom, back to slavery" she gasped. dramatically. She placed his hands on her growing stomach

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She questioned, still using her false panic voice.

"I don't know, I guess I'll just have to protect him from harm's way" he shrugged and leaned over to kiss her stomach. she smirked as she playfully pushed him away.

" Who knows he could be her," she teased.

He only shook his head "This definitely a Malcolm Freeman"

"Hmm, whatever you say, dreamer, hurry before that noisy bitch starts peeking through our shit," she said in a stern voice.

He sat in his black leather husk armchair inside his home office with a cup of dark-roasted decaf coffee placed on his desk under a coaster.

"Sir Freeman, Ms. Clark is ready to see you now," his maid said nervously.

He hated reporters."Send her to my office," he ordered.

She nodded as she exited the room.

A middle-aged petite Irish woman with pale reddish pixie cut hair entered his office. She wore dress pants with a long sleeve torso. She placed her glasses on her freckled face and smiled widely.

"Good Morning, Huey Freeman." She said cheerily

"I'm Samantha Clark, a journalist of the Public's Attention Magazine, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, reaching out her hand to shake his.

"May I have a seat?" She asked politely.

"Sure it's a pleasure to meet you as well" he accepted her handshake." Please, make yourself comfortable" he said in a bored tone.

" THANK YOU!" She yelled immediately.

He raised his brow out of confusion. Did she really think it was necessary to yell? He questioned. He shook the thought and stood up to refill his cup of coffee.

" Would you like a cup of coffee?" He offered

"Sure!" She yelled once again, smiling widely

"Oh and regular, no decaf, and extra extra cream and sugar, Thanks" she added. He winced as he added more sugar in her sugary coffee. He handed her the cup of high blood sugar and high cholesterol.

She thanked him as she took a huge sip of her disgusting "I want to die young" coffee. He leaned back and put his arms behind his head and placed his right leg above his left knee in a relaxing manner.

" What do you want to know?" he asked. She smiled as she pulled out a tape recorder and pressed the record button.

"Hi, this is Samantha Clark inside the gigantic home of the Great one and only, Huey Freeman," She said briskly, on the tape recorder.

"Of course, I'm here to get all the answers that we've been desperately waiting to hear".

She placed the recorder on her lap and cleared her throat. "Are you enjoying your day, Huey Freeman?"

Was he enjoying his day? It's 9:00 am in the morning and she's already asking him about his day? He wanted to tell her off about her pointless question but decided against it.

He sat up from his previous position with his hands on the desk.

"Fine actually I haven't done much but wake up this morning"He replied, keeping it short and simple. He knew enough to know that noisy ass reporters like her could care less about his morning, She was here for dirt.

"I must say, Freeman," she said flirtatiously."You are most certainly extremely handsome" she perked her chest in a sexual way.

"How do you keep up with your magnificent appearance?" She said using hand gestures.

He gave her his famous brow raise, was she serious? He hated this pointless interview. He dealt with enough flirtatious women on a daily basis. Did they understand the definition of marriage?

" Genetics and keeping a healthy lifestyle" he replied.

She nodded her head as she continued "So I hear your grand opening for your Freeman college is tomorrow" She said seriously. "What motivated you to construct a college in Chicago?"

Finally a real question he thought. " After the success of our sponsorship to the public schools in Chicago, I wanted to give them more opportunities.

He cleared his throat as he continued." Growing up in Chicago was tough for my parents and it was even harder for my father to attend college because he had to work hard to support us, so I decided that I wanted to build a college that would help folks such as my father, to have a second chance in life.

She smiled as he resumed" Freedom University is a chance to pursue a higher education with no financial cost'' He stated. " Those who attend will be placed in campus apartments and given funds to support their families and also to purchase school supplies" He responded proudly.

The reporter was amazed."Wow, I bet there are millions of people who will be planning to attend a college with free benefits. Will your college accept anyone?" She questioned.

" Freedom University will not discriminate so, all are welcome, however if you do not have an educated mindset, we will not waste our time on you. He said firmly. "There will be a drug screening every month and state inspections every year for each apartment. If we see any evidence of drug use or any toxic behavior you will be expelled," He stated firmly.

She nodded her head in agreement and continued to ask him more questions about education, politics, and other subjects.

The interview was going better than he thought, but he thought it was too good to be true. He looked at her suspiciously because he knew she was going to ask some dirty questions, He felt it coming in .

"So what are your thoughts regarding Jazmine DuBois?"

His eyes widened at the sound of her name. He knew she was famous but he never had time to watch TV and he doesn't pay attention to celebrity drama. He knew the reporter was going to bother him with something he cares less about, but the real question was did he still care for her?

Did he think about Jazmine DuBois?

You were my sun, You were my earth

But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no

So you took a chance, And made other plans

But I bet you didn't think that they would come crashing down, no

You don't have to say, what you did,

I already know, I found out from, him

Now there's just no chance, for you and me,

there'll never be,

And don't it make you sad about it

He couldn't believe what just come from his best friend's mouth.

" That day she found out her pops died," Caesar gulped. "Jazmine and I were intimate "Tears welled in his eyes and he waited for Huey's reaction, but he remained dangerously silent.

" It was an accident. I didn't know what came over me, it happened so fast" he sobbed "I'm really sorry man" his friend pleaded.

Huey glared at him hazardously.

He balled his fist and his legs were shaking excessively.

"Accident!? Nigga, you think I'm stupid" he laughed dangerously, getting out of character. YOU KNEW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WERE DOING!" Huey roared, letting his Chicago accent out.

He knew Caesar wanted Jazmine, he noticed how he would be extra friendly with her and he caught him checking her out a couple times. Huey was heated, punched a large hole in the wall and turned his body around, facing Ceaser. "YOU!" He walked over and grabbed Caesar by his collar.

"YOU FORCE YOURSELF ON HER, DIDN'T YOU?" Huey hollered viciously.

"Naw, you got it wrong. She came onto me!" Caesar shouted, he tried to plead with Huey but he wasn't having it.

Huey lifted him up and slammed him on the ground and repeatedly beat Caesar's face in. His dreaded head hitting the hardwood floor viciously. Caesar tried to lift his body up, but Huey was too strong.

Riley and grandad burst into the room, pulling Huey off of Caesar.

"Aye, wha da fucks going on up in hur, y'all niggas is fight-woah!" Riley eyes widen when he noticed blood dripping off Ceaser's face "Da fuck!".

Caesar spits the blood from his mouth and cocked his neck

"Yo Huey, you should have heard her screaming my name when I was rocking her world" Caesar said out of anger, "Did I mention, she was tight" he added.

" YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD !"Huey screamed, grabbing his Katana from his closet.

He sped towards Caesar to finish him off when suddenly

WHACK!

Cindy came from behind him and hit him on his head with a lamp, knocking him out cold and Grandad quickly called the ambulance.

It had been four weeks since the break up with Jazmine and she's been calling him nonstop, he didn't want to speak to her because he was afraid of what he would say to her. He couldn't look at her without wanting to kill Caesar.

He was depressed without her, he missed her, and he needed her because she was his everything, but he had to push her away.

She deceived him and it would never be the same.

Months later, he noticed she stopped showing up to school. He thought maybe she was away with her mom, but he recently saw her mom, hanging around A PIMP NAMED SLICKBACK. He knew what that was about. He was still hurt but a part of him still cared, and he began to worry about her.

He knew that Jazmine didn't have legal guardians anymore, her father was dead and her mother was a prostitute.

Grandad was the only one who would go to the Dubois resident to check on Jazmine, but he claims he hasn't seen her in weeks. A year later Grandad received a call from her telling him she was living with her aunt in Florida. After that, he never heard from her again.

A couple more years went on and Huey was dating Amelia. He still didn't hear from Jazmine, Instead he saw a poster of her laying on a bed covered with strawberries, wearing nothing but a hot pink thong with rainbow candy shaped tape on her breasts.

Her hair was in a long high straight ponytail and she had a huge lollipop in her mouth with a banner that read "Eat Me".

He scoffed, He couldn't believe his eyes. Is this what she's been doing these past few years? Taking revealing explicit photos of herself.

He came across some more photos of her, this time it was in the room he shared with his Asian roommate.

" Damn. " Hiro licks his lips hungrily. " she's one smoking hot babe, I ain't never seen a white woman with an ass like that" he chuckled as he pointed to a photo of her in a "too small for her" bunny suit.

"She's mixed," Huey stated as he cringed, " Put that disgusting thing away," He said with a sense of jealousy and anger in his voice.

"Hey, you must be gay if you don't like this because she sure is sexy as fuck!" Hiro laughed excitedly.

He began to flip more pages of her wearing different Costumes matching each month of the year. In September "Huey birth month," she had the nerve to be completely naked soaked wet with her curly hair dripping everywhere.

Huey was enraged.

He grabs the calendar from his pervert Asian friend shredding the calendar to little pieces. when he was destroying every last bit of it, he stormed off slamming the door shut.

"So what are your thoughts regarding Jazmine DuBois?" The reporter repeated, staring at Huey anxiously.

As memories flashed in his head, he could feel his blood boil and veins popping out.

"I think that Jazmine DuBois is a disrespectful, disgraceful, spoiled, non-intelligent, careless, artificial, disgusting, Trashy, attention seeking WHORE!" Huey spatted.

"It's a shame that little girls idolize her and she thinks that it's cute that every man wants to screw her, but I most certainly would never in my life lay down with a woman that makes me want to vomit!" Huey protested.

"Oh, my!" The reporter was shocked at Huey's choice of words. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably as Huey stood up angrily.

"You can let yourself out," he said sternly as he loosened his tie and yanked it off his neck.

"This interview is over!" He said loudly and made his exit.

Amelia was getting ready to have lunch with Cindy and Denise, Riley's girlfriend. She wore a dark purple one shoulder cocktail dress. Her freshly cut Bob was twisted in one braid, she always wore her hair natural because she knew Huey loved it. She wasn't ashamed of her African heritage, she was proud to be black and beautiful.

"Wherr da Fuck You Think You Heading at? Huey slurred.

'Oh shit he's drunk' She thought. Huey always had a deep Chicago accent when was extremely mad or extremely drunk.

"I was heading to my dinner reservations with my girls, I mentioned this morning?" She said, reminding him.

"You leaving me, dats real fucked up," Huey said walking up to her

Amelia rolled her eyes "what happened?, I know you're angry about something?" She said approaching him.

"Nah, babe I just missed me some Amelia" Huey replied, Giving her sloppy kisses.

"Huey, Fuck off!" She said playfully.

"Lemme fuck ya. Off'' he smirked, giving her neck hickeys.

"What?" Amelia said, raising her brow Huey Like. Hue-Mmmmm" she moaned as she felt her panties soak.

Huey bit her lower lip and lifted her and placed her on the bed gently.

"Hu. We.. . . ," Amelia said through Huey's kisses.

"Fuck the reservation!I'll buy the whole damn restaurant" he snapped.

She would have pushed him away and told his drunk ass to head to bed, but his kisses were so addictive. Huey was like her drug, without him her pussy would go insane.

He started kissing her from her neck and made his way down to her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, taking his time, and switching from sucking sweet kisses.

"Aaaaah," she screamed when she felt his cold tongue on her clit, She hissed.

He positioned her legs on his shoulders, spreading her wider for better access. She arched her back as he began twirling his tongue in circles, and licking up and down.

"Oh shit! ooo... oh... OHH OHH oooH OHHHH YES" she moaned while he fasten his pace, fucking her pussy with his tongue as she gripped on his growing fro roughly. "Mmmm! Don't stop baby! Mmmmm!"

Huey obeyed her request as he continued to please his woman, gripping her hips.

Her mouth was wide open as she continued to scream his name repeatedly, uttering curse words, and gripping the sheets. She felt this intense sensation as shock waves ran through her whole felt goosebumps appearing as she reached her climax.

"OOhhh!-HUEY!" She wailed.

Huey smirked with satisfaction "Turn around!" He instructed.

She obeyed as he positioned her "doggy style"

Her lips trembled when she felt him entering her, She moaned loudly.

He groaned as he began stroking slowly, with his hand tightly holding her hips. She was loving the deep slow pace that drove her miles away.

"Ahhhhhhhh yes Huey!"she screamed in pleasure.

"Fuck!" He mumbled as he thrust harder and faster making the whole bedrock, causing the lamp "that was on the dresser, near the bed" to hit the ground.

Her ass jiggled with each stroke, his hand squeezing her breast.She struggled to breathe as he speed up some more , he went so fast she felt like the Flash was fucking her.

"Huey! Ah!" She screamed one last time until she finally reached her then end.

He rolled off of her and laid with his arms behind his head and she laid breathless on his chest. He chuckled, kissing her head.

"Promise me, Huey you'll never leave me" She said as she drifted off to sleep.

Huey felt deja vu when he heard those words. He remembered his first time with "her" when she said something similar

"Promise me you'll always love me"

Did he ever stop loving her?

"No, I can't think about her, I love Amelia. He said in his mind as he closed his eyes to sleep.

Cry me a river (Baby go on and just)

Cry me a river-er (Go on and just)

Cry me a river (Cause I've already cried)

Cry me a river-er, yea (Ain't gonna cry no more, yea-yea)

Huey watched as his wife opened her eyes awake.

"Hey," she yawned.

He kissed her cheek tenderly "Hey"

"Aren't you supposed to say good morning?" She asked sarcastically.

"I would have if you would have greeted me a good morning," Huey replied.

"Oh, I'll give you a good morning" Amelia flirtatiously, kissing his chest as she grabbed the remote. "Gotcha!" She joked.

He arched his brow at her "Ha, ha, very funny" he said in a sarcastic tone.

Amelia was going to say something when the movie currently playing was switched to Breaking News!

"It must be something serious," She said, turning up the volume on the large TV screen that was connected to their bed. Huey sat up from his laying position when he seen the letters in bold that read

Breaking news: Jazmine DuBois' Breakdown

Amelia rolled her eyes "They acted as if the president was assassinated when it came to this white, slut, trash" she snorted and tried to turn the channel, but was stopped by Huey.

She gave him a look "What!?" She snapped loudly.

Huey ignored her, and tuned in on the news .

On the screen, a picture of Jazmine in her wedding gown. She looked gorgeous wearing a vintage lace sleeved floral irony white wedding dress with beading Rhinestone and Chapel Train. She wore her hair in mermaid waves and natural makeup. She looked happy but looks can be deceiving.

"Hi I'm Christan Mayer speaking here with live on channel 3 Action News!, as you can see, I'm standing in front of the strawberry mansion home of Jazmine DuBois Lorenzo, in Beverly Hills. The beautiful strawberry blonde bombshell, playboy model, and actress was discovered at 6:00 am by her husband Manuel Lorenzo, who was devastated when he found his beloved wife lying unconsciously inside their shared bedroom." That blue-eyed reporter said in an urgent tone.

Huey felt his heart ache severely and his throat felt dry as he continued to watch in disbelief.

The reporter turned to Jazmine's husband Manuel Lorenzo, who was standing near the reporter crying with his hands in his face.

"Mr. Lorenzo, we know that this will be hard for you, but could you tell us what you witnessed when you walked in your bedroom this morning?"the reporter asked, pointing the microphone towards the olive skinned, silky dark haired middle aged man.

"Would you also mind telling us where you were at the time?" The reporter added.

Manuel took a heavy breath and wiped his tears

"I was working late in my studio because I had tons of clients, the day was busy and I didn't have time to call my wife to tell her I wouldn't be home." He said in his Italian accent.

He sigh deeply "I felt guilty so I wanted to surprise her with her favorite flowers," he said, showing the dozen of Jasmine flowers.

"How ironic?" Huey frowned angrily. " Jazmine's favorite flowers are light pink Peonies!" He corrected loudly.

Amelia sat with her arms folded "Since when you care about what her favorite flowers were!? She snapped glaring at her husband, who was to focus on the TV screen.

"When I walked in our home, I realized the help was gone," Manuel said with his hand on his chin like he was thinking of an excuse to come up with.

"I went into the kitchen and was shocked to see an unprepared dinner on the counter and our television broken into pieces" he claimed, using hand gestures as he explained.

"I went upstairs to our room and found h-her 'sniff' laying on her stomach 'sniff' with her arm hanging out" he cried.

"I'm sorry, I can't stand this," Manuel said with tears, " She took those pills again, I tried to hide them from her, but she would always get so violent with me"He stated.

"So the bruises that wore all over her body was her own fault?" The reporter questioned in disbelief.

Huey's heart dropped

Bruises?

" I don't know how she could do such a thing to herself or if it's possible" Manuel struggled. " I would come home and she would have a new bruise"

"Why didn't you get her help?" The reported asked

" I was planning too and if she makes it, I will get her all the help she needs" Manuel nervously replied, while looking at his watch " I have to go to my wife, she's still in critical condition.

" Okay thank you for your time and I am deeply sorry for having to go through this, we all are saddened by this" the reporter said sincerely as he looked back into the camera.

"Again this is Christian Mayor and we will update you on Mrs. Jazmine DuBois Lorenzo's condition, until next time channel 3 news.

Huey switched off the TV and stared at the blank screen. He felt numb like he couldn't move or speak.

"So she overdosed " Amelia shook her head " suicidal attempt, publicity stunt, clever." She said carelessly

She looked at Huey who was still staring at the black screen

"Baby?"

"Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river, oh (Cry me, cry me)

Cry me a river (Cry me, cry me)"