Trice Lanelle Gibson is the middle sister out of three. She’s always been the “go getta” out of her crew, in comes Montana Jones the richest boss nigga every female dreams about. Will love prevail? Or will Trice realize all that glitters ain’t gold?
Sharelle Lenay Gibson is the baby of the crew, she’s 17 and a senior in high school. She’s feeling the pressure of having to walk in her sister’s shoes…. Literally speaking. Everything Trice owned Sharelle has inherited, follow her journey with her as she learns how to step out of her older sister’s shadow and into her own person.
Malyka Sharon Gibson is the oldest of the sisters, she’s a full-time mom while also dealing with her low-down dog ass baby daddy Jarod. She’s been with Jarod for three long tiring years, but what happens when Savage enters her world at a time when she’s at her weakest?
Ride along with these three sisters as they bare their souls and share their ups and downs of love. Let them lead you on the journey of “What it takes to love a woman.”
Chapter One: Trice
“Beep… Beep…” the alarm clock blared into the dark room. I reached over and smacked it down onto the floor.
“Ugh… it’s too damn early for this shit,” I mumbled to myself. I opened my eyes and squinted against the slither of sunlight seeping through the blinds of my window. I peeked over the side of my bed at the clock lying on the floor and it read 7:30 a.m. That left me with one hour to get ready for my first class of the day.
“Trice!” my sister yelled from downstairs.
I rolled my eyes in irritation. My oldest sister, Mylka, always thought she was somebody’s parent. I hopped out of bed, sliding on my robe, as I swung open my bedroom door and stormed downstairs. “What? Why you yelling and shit, Mylka?” I responded.
I looked up, expecting a smart-ass remark, but instead I was met with perfection. Before me stood my sister and the finest specimen I’ve seen in a while. He looked as if he stood at 6’1 or 6’2, with skin the color of milk chocolate with a touch of cream. His eyes, a hazel, honey-brownish color, held my attention. My eyes traveled to his lips and damn if I didn’t have to clench my thighs. They were perfect; thick and succulent. I finally snapped out of my trance as he licked his lips and smiled.
“Watch your damn mouth, Trice. This is Montana, one of Jarod’s new associates,” she replied.
All of a sudden, I felt self-conscious. I looked down at my pajama shorts and wife beater and my opened silk robe, and ran my hand through my hair. “Nice to meet you, Montana. I’m Trice, Mylka’s sister,” I said while extending my arm for a handshake.
He shook my hand, and we both jumped a little before he released it. “Seems like I shocked you a little. I’m sorry for that,” he said.
“No apologies needed,” I replied.
“Anyway, like I was saying, he is one of Jarod’s associates. I have to leave for work and I really need you to draw up the papers for him to go over and sign,” Mylka pled while giving me the pouty face.
“Really? Yo’ ass did this on purpose, but I’ll discuss this matter with you at a later date,” I fussed at her.
She smiled and gave me a hug before walking out the door. I turned to Montana to excuse myself.
“Excuse me, but I need to go slip on something more presentable,” I said. He nodded his head in understanding and took a seat on the sectional in the den area. I quietly but quickly ran upstairs to change into a pair of black yoga pants and a grey Hanes t-shirt. I threw my hair up into a sloppy bun and slid my feet into my Nike sandals. I took a glance at myself in the mirror on my way out the door.
“Well, it’s not the best but it’ll have to do,” I mumbled to myself while heading back downstairs. I walked into the den and led Montana into the little home office I had downstairs.
“So, Mr. Jones, what brings you in today?”
“Well, me and Jarod go way back. He hit me up with an offer about us co-owning a club out here in the Chicago area and I’m slightly interested,” he replied. I nodded my head all the while thinking how the hell is Jarod’s dumb ass able to co-own anything when he’s basically living off my damn sister.
“Well, I can definitely help you with that today. I apologize for earlier. No one informed me of a meeting and I’m sorry we had to meet under those type of circumstances. I will gather all the necessary paperwork and information you will need and send them off to the email you have printed on file. Will that work for you?” I asked.
“That’s cool with me, shawty.” He stood up and placed a business card on my desk before walking out of my office and into the front foyer and for some odd reason, it felt like I was losing a part of me watching him leave. I shook off the feeling and called my baby sister, Sherelle.
“What’s up, bitch?” she yelled in my ear.
“Where you at, lil mama?” I asked. I heard a lot of background noise which mostly sounded like wind and music.
“Girl, I rode here to see Kevin’s lying ass. I’m starting to hate niggas, sis. Like, all they do is lie and cheat.”
I laughed because the single life is the shit to me. I don’t have to deal with all the extra shit that comes along with a relationship.
“Damn, Sherelle, you and Kevin having problems already?” I laughed.
“He got me fucked up. I called his ass, right. He like ‘Bae, I’m at Joe’s crib. I’m gone hit you right back, I’m handling business and shit’ right. So I’m like ‘cool, let’s link up later.’ Then I hear a bitch giggle in the background talking about ‘bae, let’s go.’ Then the nigga had the nerve to hang up on me,” she replied.
I shook my head. Sherelle was the youngest of us sisters and she definitely had a lot of growing up to do.
“Men will be men regardless of what we do or say. You can’t change a man, boo. So wait—yo’ crazy ass really rode over to Joe’s crib?” I asked her foolish ass.
“Yes I did and Kevin better start praying now,” she said.
“Stay yo’ nutty ass in that damn car, Relle. I’m on my way to you right now. Don’t you get yo’ ass out that car!” I yelled. I hung up, and grabbed my purse and car keys to go play rescue to my special ass little sister.
“Lord, give me the strength,” I mumbled while unlocking my car doors.