Yeah thanks, p.1
Yeah...Thanks, page 1
YEAH…THANKS
JAHQUEL J.
CONTENTS
Jahquel J’s Catalog:
Connect With Me:
Synopsis:
A Note From Jah:
Playlist:
1. Harlym ‘Har’ Jacobs
2. Ashton Willshire
3. Harlym Jacobs
4. Ashton Willshire
5. Harlym J
6. Ashton Willshire
7. Harlym J
8. Ashton Willshire
9. Harlym J
10. Ashton Willshire
11. Harlym J
12. Ashton Willshire
13. Harlym J
14. Ashton Willshire
15. Harlym J
16. Ashton Willshire
17. Ashton Willshire
18. Harlym J
19. Harlym J
20. Ashton Willshire
21. Harlym J
22. Ashton Willshire
23. Harlym J
24. Ashton Willshire
25. Harlym J
26. Ashton Willshire
27. Harlym J
28. Ashton Willshire
Epilogue
Copyright © 2023
Published by Jahquel J.
www.Jahquel.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Any unauthorized reprint or use of the material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage without express permission by the publisher. This is an original work of fiction. Name, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Contains explicit languages and adult themes.
Suitable for ages 16+
JAHQUEL J’S CATALOG:
Series:
In Love With The King Of Harlem 1-5
To All The Thugs I loved That Didn’t Love Me Back 1-4
Never Wanted To Be Wifey 1-2
Crack Money With Cocaine Dreams 1-2
All The Dope Boys Gon Feel Her 1-2
Good Girls Love Hustlas 1-3
I Got Nothing But Love For My Hitta 1-2
She Ain’t Never Met A N*gga Like Me 1-3
A Staten Island Love Letter 1-5
Married To A Brownsville Bully 1-3
BAE: Before Anyone Else 1-3
Ghetto Love Birds
Homies, Lovers + Friends 1-5
Confessions Of A Hustla’s Housekeeper 1-3
Thugs Need Love 1-3
A Staten Island Love Story 1-2
What A Wicked Way To Treat The Woman That Loves You 1-2
A Staten Island Love Story 1-3
Spin-offs:
In Love With An East Coast Maniac 1-3
A Staten Island Love Affair 1-3
A Brownsville, Harlem + Staten Island Holiday Affair
Rose In Harlem: Harlem King’s Princess
Confessions Of A Hustla’s Daughter 1-2
Standalones:
I Can’t Be The One You Love
I’m Riding With You Forever
Forever, I’m Ready
Emotionless
It’s Always Been You, Baby Girl
Homies, Lovers + Wives: A Homies, Lovers + Friends Spinoff.
I’m Fine… Thanks.
Yeah…Thanks
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SYNOPSIS:
Every day I turned my camera on, sat in front of my tripod and recorded myself doing my makeup, hair or getting ready for an event. My supporters watched wishing they had the newest designer bag that I had just worn, or the mountains upon mountains of PR every brand sent to my front door. They wanted to be Harlym J., and I mean, I couldn’t blame them. I made this lifestyle look like a piece of cake with three cherries on top.
What they didn’t see was the breakdowns, tears, and weekly visits to shake my titties for a perverted correction officer just to see my man. They didn’t see the arguments, and moments of loneliness while all my other friends were moving on with their lives. They were getting married, getting pregnant, advancing in their careers and all I was getting was action from my rose.
I wanted to hate Ashton Willshire. I mean, he’s self-centered, rude, and cocky as ever. There was no way I was going to give up something familiar for uncharted territories. I don’t know if it was the gold teeth, the tattoos, or the way he tied his du-rag. All of it drove my senses haywire, and I hated it.
So, yeah… thanks.
You are enough.
You are the visual.
You are THAT girl.
You are 1 of 1.
Can’t nobody do you like you can.
You are stronger than yesterday, and tomorrow you will be stronger than today.
A NOTE FROM JAH:
I crafted Harlym’s story the exact way that it needed to be told. You met her as Astoria’s influencer sister with big confidence and a weak spot for a weak man. Her story is one that is complicated. She makes you want to pull your hair out and hug her at the same time. Her story is one that as women some of us can relate to, because we’ve all been there.
I ask that you rate this book on my talent and ability to tell a full story. Not on the character’s weakness. If you’re not emotionally connected, screaming at your kindle, or sucking your teeth, then that means I didn’t do my job.
Cause let’s be real, a one-star review because you hated a character is WILD.
PLAYLIST:
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ONE
HARLYM ‘HAR’ JACOBS
I wanted to remain asleep for as long as I could. The whole purpose of paying for these overpriced sheets was so I could enjoy them on mornings like this. Instead of remaining nestled in my silk sheets, my phone kept ringing constantly. Groaning, I blindly reached my hand out of my blanket and snatched my phone off the charger. I squinted, recognized the number, and picked it up, quickly accepting the call from Cam.
“I used two call credits trying to reach you, Harlym. What the fuck is going on with you?” he snarled.
It was too early to have to deal with Cam and his insecurities. He thought because he had to be up at the crack of dawn that I was supposed to do the same. If I didn’t answer the phone quick enough, he had a problem.
“I literally just came in a few hours ago, Cam. I’m tired,” I whined and pulled the covers further over my head.
Last night I was invited to a soft launch party for an upcoming Black owned makeup brand. After the original event, there was an after party and I decided to hit it up with a few other influencers. It was rare that I hung out with other influencers, so I decided to throw caution into the wind and enjoy myself.
“You nursing a hangover while I been over here calling your phone back-to-back. What kind of shit is that Har?”
I thought he would have at least been happy that I had gotten out the house and enjoyed myself. Instead, he was so focused on what he needed from me at the moment. I constantly grew tired of Cam and his selfish ass behavior toward me. My life didn’t matter as long as he was behind that wall. He expected me to do everything and be on call for him whenever he picked up that payphone to call me.
“What the fuck did you need, Cam?” My attitude was fully present, and I could tell it caught him off guard from the silence I was met with. “Hello? You wanna be barking orders… come out and say what you need,” I continued.
“Yo’, your mouth been real slick since I been in here,” he mumbled, knowing that he couldn’t get too crazy with his mouth since I loved to hang up mid-sentence.
“Yeah, whatever. Tell me something that you haven’t said. What do you want?”
He wanted to complain about me not answering my phone, and now he was stuck on his words. “I need you to bring my moms some money.”
I rolled my eyes so hard that I gave myself a headache. Cam’s mother was the definition of hood mama. While most mothers wanted their sons out the streets so they could grow old, she was the opposite. Kim was the main reason that Cam was out there hustling and trying to make a way. She was on his ass to help provide for her and his little brothers.
She was the same person in his ear telling him that his rap career would never amount to anything. It made sense why he couldn’t leave the streets alone and now was sitting in prison. Cam knew his mother was after his money, which is why he left me in charge of it. He knew I didn’t need to steal or even use his money, so it was safe. It was hard playing nice with Kim because she was the reason my entire life was on hold.
For the next three years my life was in limbo because Cam refused to let his mother down. He could have gone further with his career had he stayed out the streets. Instead, he continued to feed into his moth
“You can’t get your cousin to do it?”
“Do my cousin got my bank information and access to all my bread?” he smartly replied.
“I can take whatever money out, or even send the shit to her. I don’t feel like driving to Brooklyn to give her money, Camron,” I sulked, secretly praying that he would feel bad and agree on having the money sent to her cash app or whatever service she used.
“Bring her the money… she needs cash, and I don’t have time for any mistakes to be made.”
“Why is it so important for her to get this money now?”
“Stop with the twenty fucking questions, Harlym… damn!” he shouted.
I ended the call, silenced my phone, and tossed it back onto the nightstand. Cam had a temper that I used to find sexy until it started to be directed toward me. For every pleasant phone conversation we had, there were six horrible ones that ended with me hanging up the phone on him. He never appreciated how much I did for him on the outside. I wasn’t the one who put him behind bars, so he needed to be more patient with me.
Having a relationship with a man that was locked up wasn’t for the weak. I couldn’t understand how or why women did this. Maybe their men were more appreciative than Cam’s ass was. I watched as my phone’s screen lit up with Cam calling right back. If his mother desperately needed that money, she could now blame her son for not being able to get it right away.
“Stupid ass ruined my sleep,” I mumbled as I kicked the blankets off my body and stalked into my bathroom.
My camera was already situated on the tripod waiting for me to hit record. Taking a few deep breaths, I hit the record button and did a fake yawn into the camera.
“It ain’t a beautiful morning if your breath stank,” I said my infamous tag line into the camera and started doing my morning routine on camera.
Every day I pinched myself because I didn’t believe that this was my real life. I woke up and created content for a living without having to work a nine to five or attend college like my big sister. I was making so much money that I didn’t need to worry about ever attending college. According to my management team, I was everything they had been missing, and they were working double time to secure contracts for me. I remember when I used to make videos in my small room at my mother’s house. She would complain about me not wanting to get a job after high school, and I knew better. My videos on YouTube were doing so well that I was able to afford the small bills I did have.
I was everybody’s favorite girl on YouTube and across all of social media. My mother went from complaining to having her hand out whenever she was short on her own rent or bills. College was always Stori’s thing and I never knocked her for it. I just knew going to college, getting married to a bum, and having kids wasn’t on my list of things to do.
In a year, I went from living with my mother to being able to afford a small apartment in Lennox Hills. Even though it was a small studio apartment, I made it work and appreciated everything about it. You couldn’t tell me shit about my studio apartment. However, I wanted more, so I worked for it. When I pulled off the showroom in my BMW, I knew I had to keep up the hard work. All the things I used to pray for were coming into fruition.
It was then that I should have kept my tunnel vision and left men alone. They were distractions, and Cam proved to be the biggest one I had ever met. Meeting his ass at an afterhours spot in the Bronx should have been the first red flag. Except, I continued to talk to him because I thought he was so fine. He also happened to be known within the music industry, and his interview with Kami Lynn was doing numbers. Everyone was talking about their interview and how Cam was the next up and coming rapper to make it big.
Did I continue to talk to him because of his clout? A little. He brought a thrill into my life, and I enjoyed being backstage watching him do his thing on stage. The blogs were interested in me, and I was eating up all the attention being with Cam brought. He wasn’t even mainstream, and everyone was going crazy over his mixtapes and his club appearances. I loved being on his arm and having a boyfriend who was about that life. When he signed his deal, I thought he would leave that life alone and focus on his career. Cam had so much going for himself and he flushed it down the toilet because he couldn’t just leave that life behind him.
After my drinking festivities last night, I didn’t have any plans for the day. It was Sunday, and I usually hung out with my aunt and watched movies. Since she was at my mother’s house, I quickly showered and got dressed to head to Stori’s house. I knew Enzo would be making Sunday breakfast or have some kind of pastry readily available, and since my fridge was bare, I needed some fuel to fight this headache.
Every time I pulled into the circular driveway of the Tuscan style home it always took my breath away. I couldn’t believe my nieces and sister lived in this beautiful home. It was the biggest home on the street, and the landscape had to cost a few thousand a month to maintain. Before Stori and the girls moved to Lennox Fox, I was a ten-to-fifteen-minute drive from them. Now that we lived within the same neighborhood, it took me five minutes to make it over to their house. I killed the engine and made my way up the walkway.
“Don’t have time to chat… need to make it to dance practice.” The door opened, and Demi rushed past me before I could touch the doorbell.
“On a Sunday?”
“Yes. It’s the only day that we can practice without any distractions,” she tossed over her shoulder and headed to the awaiting minivan that I just noticed was there.
“Um…well… alright… bye,” I stammered.
Demi tossed her dance bag into the van and climbed in behind it. “Later.”
I let myself into the house and sat my purse on the foyer table. Astoria had made this house into a home. When she first moved in, everything felt so new and cold. It didn’t have any personality, or a vibe. Now that they had been living in the house for months, the inside mirrored the outside with the same Tuscan interior. There were different pictures of Bray and Astoria, along with the girls in picture frames on the foyer table.
“Hey Har, I didn’t know you were coming over. I see more of you now than I ever did,” Astoria walked down the circular staircase.
“I have no food and I just knew Enzo was going to be cooking something,” I confessed.
She giggled, her belly shaking in the process. “Enzo is still in the bed. Ashton got her backstage passes for some singer she loves, and they went together.”
“Awe, that’s sweet.”
Astoria was wearing a flowy sundress that hung to the small protruding stomach she was carrying. Her curls were pulled into a messy updo, and she had her laptop tucked under her arm. I wanted to blame the baby for the glow that my sister had these days, however, I knew it had nothing to do with the life she was carrying. Astoria was glowing because of the way that Bray was loving on her. I didn’t want, nor need Ciara’s prayer. I wanted my sister to write down the exact prayer so I could recite it and have my happily ever after.
“He’s not all bad,” she winked as I followed her into the kitchen.
“Please stop beating this horse. Me and Ashton will never get together… his mouth alone annoys me.”
Ashton Willshire wasn’t discreet with the fact that he wanted me. He was a man whore, so I knew he just wanted to add another notch to his belt. Nothing about that man screamed serious, and I wished Astoria and Ember understood that. They were both so desperate to get me away from Cam that they wanted to push me into the lion’s den with that nut job.
“Alright, I will leave it alone,” she poured me a cup of coffee and slid it across the counter. “You look like you need a cup or three.”
“A greasy cheeseburger wouldn’t be bad either. When did it become hard to fight hangovers?” I groaned, leaning my head on the counter.
“Girly, you are getting older.” Astoria leaned on the counter with her hand rested on top of her stomach.
“Did we decide on a name yet?”
Astoria and Bray were having a little girl, and he was over the moon excited. I figured they both would have wanted a boy, and I was wrong. Astoria was excited to keep her girl mom title, and Bray was excited to add the title.
