Just Make Him Beautiful

                                                     Just Make Him Beautiful

Just Make Him Beautiful

By Mike Warren

Life Changing Books in conjunction with Power Play Media

Published by Life Changing Books

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,
MD
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This novel is a work of fiction.
Any references to real people,
events, establishments, or locale
s are intended only to give the
fiction a sense of reality and authent
icity. Other names, characters,
and incidents occurring in the work are either the product
of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously, as are those
fictionalized events and incidents that involve real persons
. Any
character that happens to share
the name of a person who is an
acquaintance of the author, past or
present, is purely coincidental
and is in no way intended to
be an actual account involving
that person.

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13 Digit: 978-1934230657

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Copyright
:
2012

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DEDICATION

I would like to dedicate this fourth novel of mine to the loved ones that I lost this past year.

In loving memory of my younger brother:

Anthony D. Hill Sr.

And in loving memory of my daughter:

Lakeshia D. Hill

I truly love and miss you both
.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

     I first want to thank my family for their love and support of my work and their understanding.

     Secondly, my partner, Anthony L. Parker who is my biggest fan and supporter.

     To all of my fans who have encouraged me to continue my writing. I want to say thank you, you guys have no idea how much I appreciate the calls and the messages of support and love you guys send me everyday. It gives me the strength to continue.

     I also want to thank Carlton Smith, Co-Founder & Vice President of Black Gay Pride Inc. and Kevin Clemons, Founder & Chair of Baltimore Black Pride Inc., who have supported my work since my first novel, “A Private Affair”. You guys are “Awesome”.

     To all the book clubs, book stores and radio shows, thank you thank you thank you for your continue support.

     Last but not least, I want to thank my Publisher Tressa Smallwood and all the LCB writers, let’s do the dayum thing!

Mike Warren

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Chapter 1

“Sean, please go away! I don’t want you to see me like this,” I screamed
,
trying to hide myself against the wall.

“What the fuck you doing
?
”
Sean look
ed
at me as though
I was
a ghost.
“What’s this shit about,
Cam
?”

M
y
dragon sista girl
, Akasha Casidene, came to my defense.
“Ah, excuse me
,
honey
,” she said.
“
I don’t know who you are
,
but you need to leave my sista girl alone. Now
,
just because I’m in this dress and heels don’t mean I can’t throw do
wn. Don’t get it twisted
.”

Sean got in her face.
“Look, bitch, you betta step off before I fuck you up
.
”

This is really not what I had expected to go down. I mean, I still love
d
Sean with all my heart
,
and I just wanted to surprise him with a little song and dance
,
so t
he last thing I wanted was for a fight to break out.

J
ust as I was about to get between Akasha and Sean,
the club
’
s security
showed up
.
“Yo, my brotha, come on
,
man
.
L
et’s chill this out. What’s the problem here?”

While security pulled Sean aside, I grabbed Akasha
’
s arm
,
and we both got back into the
l
imo.

“
Giiiiiirl
, I don’t know what his problem is. Who was he?”
Akasha
pull
ed
out her compact and check
ed
her makeup.

“That was Sean,” I replied
,
feeling sad.

“O
o
h
,
c
hile
.
N
ot the one and only Mr. Sean Mathews?”

“The one and only
.” M
y eyes were beginning to well up.

“My
!
Y
ou said he was
fine
,
and you didn’t lie either, girl
. Hell, the only reason I didn’t kick him in the nuts or his dick was because I thought I might get a chance to taste them lat
er
.
Kee
-
kee
-
kee
-
kee!
”

“
Chile
,
b
oo,”
I replied
,
waving my hand at her an
d wiping my eyes with the othe

“But
,
seriously, do you still wanna do this?”

“I think so,” I answered
,
not sure
of
what I really wanted to do.

“Driver, can you just go around to the back entrance please.”

“Yes
,
ma’am, not a problem.”

Within seconds, we were at the back door entrance. Unfortunately, the door was locked
,
so
my girl Akasha began banging on the door
like she was
the police.

A security guard held the door open for us to enter.
“Ms. Akasha, why are you out here banging on the back door?”

“Thanks
,
Al, but you don’t even wanna know. Oh, this is my girl, Camira Saxton. Tonight will be her first time performing
.”

“
Dayum
,
Camira
!
Y
ou
fine
as shit
,
girl
.C
ome on over here and give
d
addy some love.”

“Al
,
don’t try it
.
Y
ou keep on
and
I’ma tell yo
’
wife on you
.
”

Akasha grabb
ed
my hand and led me downstairs to what I assumed was the dressing rooms. And
,
Lawd
knows, not a moment too soon
,
because Al was a big ol
’,
burly, greasy
-
looking brotha
,
and I knew he just wanted to cop a feel.

“Girl, you got your music?” Akasha asked as we entered the small dressing room.

“Yeah, it’s in my bag
.
W
hy?”

“Give it to me so I can take it to the DJ
to
queue
it up.”

“I’m not ready now. I don’t go on for another hour or so.”

“I swear, you new dragons kill me
.”

“What?”

“Ms. Camira Saxton, the DJ needs to have your music
queued s
o that when you do go on stage, your music will be ready. I bet you probably thought you wouldn’t give it to him until you were about to go on stage, huh?”

“No,” I snapped
,
not really understanding what difference it made.

I handed Akasha my music
to give to the DJ
and began unpacking the outfit I brought to perform in.
I
’d
been rehearsing Beyonc
e
’
s “Single Ladies” for the past couple of weeks, just for Mr. Sean Mathews.
A
s
m
y sista girl Akasha
was
helping me with my transformation into the “
d
rag
q
ueen
w
orld
,
” we both realized just how much I looked like Beyonc
é
,
so
hence the
choice of
song. 
But
,
not to toot my own horn, I
looked so much better. Besides, the only thing Ms. Beyonc
é
had over me was her
c
oins,
okay!
 

I sat in front of the li
gh
ted mirror
and
star
ed
at my reflection
.
H
ow did I get to this point in my life?

“Hey
,
m
a
.
H
ow you doing?” this
gorgeous,
young
,
dark
-
skin
ned
broth
er
asked.

“Ah, hello,” I replied
,
somewhat startled.

“My bad
.
I didn’t mean to scare you
,
ma
.
”
H
e held his hand out to shake mine.

“Oh, d
ear
c
hile, no
,
no
,
no. It would take a lil more man than you to scare a lady like me,” I replied as I held my hand out
,
let
ting
him know he may kiss
i
t
,
as a gentleman should.