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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months

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Noelle's Tale as told by @sinsandsuccubus

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

He was different than any boy I had met.

Scratch that, any man I had met.

He was charming, funny, handsome, and overall just a good person, despite what his namesake made him out to be.

He was Jack Harlow.

The meeting between the two of us hadn’t been that complicated, though the last place anyone would expect him to be.

I was a consultant at a Biotech Company, a company Jack had taken interest in and decided to pick up shares. Of course, like the smart man he is, he requested a tour of the main facility, where I just so happened to work at.

“…And Mr. Harlow, here we have our offices. They aren’t like cubicles, we don’t believe in such a small confined space. Creativity needs freedom, and that freedom is restricted by looking at two gray colored walls, and your neighbor who’s talking about what they want for lunch- Ah! Noelle! What a perfect time for you to be around.” I heard my boss chattering with some people, and my attention drawing up from the papers on my desk to the small crowd that stood at the door.

“May we come in?”

“Oh course Mr. Freeman.” I stood up from the desk, the pantsuit that I decided to wear hugging my figure perfectly. My hair looked amazing, and the natural make up look that I went with made me look like I hadn’t worn any at all.

Jack was mesmerized and I could tell.

I was too, but I obviously had other objectives. Like my job.

“How could I be of help?”

“This is Mr. Harlow-“

“Jack. You can call me Jack.” He spoke, holding out his hand for a shake, to which I accepted. Except it wasn’t a hand shake, but rather a kiss to my knuckles. I felt warmth flutter amongst my cheeks as I looked at the floor, a small smile etching across my face.

“Uh, Yes. Jack. Well, Mr. Jack here wants to invest in our company, and I thought you’d be the perfect person to explain our mission statement and goals.” my boss spoke, giving me a small wink.

Gosh, sometimes I couldn’t stand that man.

“That would be wonderful Mr. Freeman, however, I’m getting ready for lunch. By any chance, could we-“

“I’ll take you out to lunch. My treat. I-If you give me a good tour.” The curly headed man spoke, a smirk dabbling on his lips. I looked towards my boss, who shook his head in approval, and I suddenly becoming aware of the audience I had.

“And what about your friend?” I spoke, looking at the man behind him.

“Ah, my apologies young man. I forgot your introduction. Y/N, this is Urban. Mr. H-, I mean Jack’s best friend.”

“And cameraman.” Urban spoke, making a fake camera with his hands and pretending to snap a photo. I nodded my head with a smile, turning my attention back towards Jack.

“He can handle his own, right Urb?”

“Yeah. Mr. Bossman here said you guys had an art gallery nearby, I wanna check it out.” Urban patted Jack on his shoulder, dapping him up before exiting the room.

“Well. I’ll leave you two to it. When you’re done Noelle, feel free to take the rest of the day off.” Then my boss spoke again, winking at me once more.

“Well, are you ready for the tour?” I spoke, eyeing the tall, curly headed man up and down.

“Of course.”

He had swept me off my feet. Took me on romantic dates, showed me the world, bought me whatever I wanted, despite telling him that I didn’t need all that he was getting me.

“Jackman Thomas, how many times do I have to tell you, I don’t need all this stuff!” I spoke over the phone, picking up the packages that remained outside my condo, placing the phone between my ear and shoulder as I slid the boxes inside and took the flowers from the delivery man.

“Come on ma, let me spoil you.”

“Jack, I can spoil myself.”

“Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to either.”

I sighed dramatically over the phone, propping it up on the vase that I had set on the counter, FaceTiming Jack. He immediately picked up, smiling as he looked at me over the phone.

“You look gorgeous ma.”

“Thank you.” I spoke softly, heat flooding my cheeks.

“Open the boxes. I want to see your reaction.” Jack spoke, sitting up in the bed he was lying in. He was doing a couple of shows in other states that interfered with my work days, as much as I wanted to go with him. He always made a promise to take me whenever he could, just to let him know when I was free.

I took my pocket knife from the back pocket of my denim jeans, a playboy bunny popping up out the top.

“Nice knife. You keep it on you all the time?”

“Yeah, gotta be careful out here in these streets.” I laughed, cutting open one of the boxes.

Inside nestled a brand new Telfar Bag, a card laying right on top.

“Read the cards later, I want you to open them all first.”

“Okay pushy.” I spoke, moving on to the next box, which was significantly smaller than the Telfar box.

Pulling away the tissue paper, I pulled out a beautiful James Avery Bracelet, custom made with charms that represented me and Jack’s relationship.

A DNA charm to symbolize where the two of us met. A coffee cup to resemble our first date in context - I didn’t know Jack was into caramel macchiatos, but I learned that day. The rest of the charms were places he took me on vacation - Paris, Peru, Italy, Germany, and so many more.

My eyes welled with tears as I looked at them all, Jack’s smile appearing on the camera as I lifted my head up.

“Aww, mamas, don’t cry.”

“How can you tell me not to cry when you got me all these things?”

“That’s not the best gift baby, look in the last box.”

And I did, pulling out the red velvet box with anticipation. My heart began to pound, different possibilities and scenarios swimming in my head. Me and Jack had been together for a little over a year, a year and three months to be exact, but I was sure he wasn’t ready to propose.

Was he?

It definitely wouldn’t be exactly “romantic” over the phone, yet with Jack I never knew, he was a busy man.

“Its not what you think.”

Well that took a lot off your chest.

Letting go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I opened the box, which held a beautiful ring, stones glistening in the light of my kitchen.

“Jack-”

“It’s a promise ring beautiful. My promise to you. That I am yours, and will be for as long as you’ll have me.”

“I don’t know, that sounds a lot like a proposal speech to me.”

“Well its not. Besides, I would have gotten you a bigger ring. But I know you’re a simple girl, so I hope that one will do until I get you the real thing.”

“Thank you Jack.” I smiled through the tears, tilting my head back to catch them.

“Anything for you mamas. I promise you.”

Well that was a fucking lie.

Within the next coming weeks, Jack had been busy out the ass. Interview after interview, appearance after appearance. Which I had no problem with, considering my job. I had been traveling too, attending different conferences with my company, taking in the many views of the world.

Me and Jack had made a promise to send each other gifts from the places we had both traveled. So it wasn’t anything out of the normal to receive packages when I got back.

This time though, the package was different.

It was a woman standing on my front porch, shades covering her eyes, a binder tucked between her arms.

“Ms. Noelle?”

“Who’s asking?” I raised an eyebrow, keeping in mind the tips and tricks my mom taught me at a young age, alongside the crime shows I watched.

“No need to be alarmed,” She took off her shades, opening the binder to display what I thought I’d never see. Jack and other women. And from the looks of it, and the countless tabs on the side of the binder, there were more than one.

“My name is Brie. And I’m here to exploit Jack Harlow and his whore tendencies.”

“This whole time I thought I was special.” I spoke, shaking myhead, rage encasing my fists. Tears ran down my face; bless Rihanna for Fenty, because the make up was not flawed.

“It’s okay babes, I know this is a lot. But we don’t need to be shedding any tears over his bitch ass.”

“Oh, I’m not crying him. I’m crying over the rage I’m feeling. And the fact that he’s out of reach, so I can’t fuck up him over this shit. There’s so many women! And he has a wife, and kids! Children! They’re going to eventually know that their daddy is a fucking whore. And their poor mother, that’s going to break her!”

“I know, I know.”

“This is so fucked. I wanna fuck him up so bad.”

“And we will. I already submitted the photos to TMZ.”

“Have you heard anything back?” I spoke, leaning back on the couch, looking over at the woman, who I could now consider a friend.

“Nothing. And I submitted them a little over three weeks ago. I don’t know understand what’s taking so long, this is Jack Harlow we’re talking about.”

“Sometimes it ends up in the wrong place. It may have ended up on an intern’s desk who trashed it for the sake of being a “fan”. You never know. But I say we go big or go home.”

“And how do we do that?” Brie asked, confusion on her face.

“Well, there’s more out there, there has to be. I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll keep up with Jack and send you every piece of information I can find, that way we can come all together and expose this man for who he is.”

“That’s brilliant!” Brie spoke, placing her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me.

“Then it’s a plan. It’s time to expose this man for the womanizer he is.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months

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Bed Full of Lies

Tahira's Tale as told by @moody4world

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Lord where do I begin. This nigga really thought he had me fooled…fake ass promises, fake ass I love you’s and the list goes on and on. I’ll admit he had me in the beginning, I can admit that I was wrapped around his finger for a little while during our…whatever you wanna call it.

I wonder what the hell was going through his head thinking he could get away with something this disgusting. Beginning of march 2033 was when I met that son of a bitch. Charming as ever, fluffy curls and the most sparkling blue eyes that matched the waters there in Turks and Caicos. My mistake number 1 was smiling back at him in the hotel lobby. Mistake number 2 was smiling at him again that night at the beach side party and being foolish enough to dance with him.

Like a dumb ass I moved quickly to mistake number 3, accepting his invite to a party on a yacht the next morning, leading to my biggest mistake yet. Mistake number 4. Sleeping with him thinking that it would be the best way to conclude my ‘adventurous newly divorcee era’. Yes I had been married before.

My young 20 year old brain believed the guy I met at the ripe age of 16 in high school would be the same man I’d grow old with, only for that idea to come crashing when he told me he found someone new just a year later. That was 3 years ago and I haven’t outgrown my trust issues since. Constantly working and traveling to avoid making connections to anyone in that way again. Yet I unknowingly fell for the same trap but only this time I was the other woman.

Well….one of many it seems. After that night in Turks and Caicos Jack did not just leave it at that. We continued texting and face timing whenever we had the chance which frankly wasn’t that often due to both of us traveling often. Sometimes we would get lucky and end up in the same countries so we’d explore together and always ended up in one of our hotel rooms.

The pillow talk was the most dangerous part yet. That man just says anything when he’s pussy whipped, promised me a family, a house and anything that would make me smile and give into him all over again. We would dance around in our rooms, if I was staying in a suite or airbnb I’d cook for him.

Teaching him how to dance bachata was a headache, really showed his white side because that man had no rhythm. That should’ve been a red flag on its own but I guess I had to learn the hard way. Jack and I never argued up until November of 2033 when he started acting strange, that’s the first time my image of him started to change. He’d become a lot more protective over his phone and defensive when it came to certain topics.

Apparently I was the insecure one for questioning why his followers was somewhat private. Claiming “That’s a violation of my privacy though, why would you go through my followers for?” Everything just seemed to snowball from there, every time we met up we’d argue then fuck and make up then repeat.

Jack knew I was crazy, ever since I told him how I ruined my ex husband’s career after he cheated, Jack knew not to mess with me. After another fuck and make up session, Jack had to leave for sound check. All I could think about was his phone constantly ringing while he was in my bathroom and then hearing him whisper on the phone. I fought my urge, I really did but I couldn’t any longer. I knew his entire family tree’s names at this point, first and last.

Using every social media platform I could think of, I looked up more family members of his than I would like to admit. I just could not believe my eyes at what I was seeing. Not only did he have a wife but kids too…betrayal couldn’t even describe what I was feeling. It was that and much more, maybe rage? or was it hurt, embarrassment or rejection?

One thing I knew for certain is that I let my guard down to the wrong man for the second time in my life and I was going to make sure that he pays. Right as I was clicking out of the profile that revealed Jack’s truth, he himself walked back through my door. “Hey Hira I forgot to grab my wallet, did you see it?” All I could do was stare blankly at him as I approached him.

I could feel his uneasiness at my odd behavior but I wish he could feel the heat radiating from my body due to my blood boiling in anger. Before we both knew it a loud clap could be heard across my hallway and a burning sting rushing through my right palm as his left cheek began to change from pale and freckled to a bright pink that was definitely not from blushing. His right hand slowly came up to soothe the pain in his left cheek as he turned his head back to me at the same slow pace.

By now I was fighting my tears and he could definitely see it. The slap he just received along with me telling him to grab his wallet and get the hell out of my life through gritted teeth accompanied by my heavy breathing, told him everything he needed to know.

His dirty secret was out and there was no persuading me. He silently walked past me, grabbing his wallet and walked back to the door I held open waiting for him to leave. Once he got to the door he stopped, still holding his burning cheek and dared to look me in my eyes. My eyes may have been tear filled but I was not going to back down from my angered glare towards him. “Hira I’m so sorry” Well I’m assuming that’s what he said. All I had to hear was my name coming from his lying ass mouth for me to slam my door in his face. The walls I built around my heart 3 years ago came right back up just as fast as that door swung shut as my face flooded with tears.

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