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 Table of Contents
 
 Title Page
 
 Copyright Page
 Love Won’t Let Me Wait
 Prologue - Giánni
 Chapter 1 - Giánni
 Chapter 2 - Ford
 Chapter 3 - Giánni
 Chapter 4 - Ford
 Chapter 5 - Giánni
 Chapter 6 - Ford
 Chapter 7 - Giánni
 Chapter 8 - Ford
 Chapter 9 - Giánni
 Chapter 10 - Ford
 Chapter 11 - Giánni
 Chapter 12 - Ford
 Chapter 13 - Giánni
 Chapter 14 - Ford
 Chapter 15 - Giánni
 Chapter 16 - Ford
 Epilogue - Giánni
 Plus One
 Chapter 1 - Pretty Brown Eyes
 Chapter 2 - Goodbye, Dolly
 Chapter 3 - Honey Changes Everything
 Chapter 4 - Sixth Wheel Keep on Rollin’
 Chapter 5 - Who’s Coming with Me?
 Chapter 6 - I Kissed a Girl
 Chapter 7 - Through the Fire
 Chapter 8 - A Taste of Honey
 Chapter 9 - So, Now What?
 
 
 
 Prologue 
 Giánni 
 “You know, it’s really pitiful that you’re so insecure. You already a big bitch. You should be happy anybody wants to be with you at all.” 
 My eyebrows shot up in shock as Jermaine spit his words of venom. I’d just accused him of fucking around on me, but it wasn’t without evidence. I almost let the tears fall from my eyes. Instead, I allowed my anger to step to the forefront and take control of the situation. I grabbed his phone from the countertop and threw it right at his head. He quickly ducked to avoid impact. 
 “You are a pitiful excuse for a man. I mirrored your phone, Maine. I’ve seen every text message you’ve sent every slut for the past few days. Why do you think I’ve been at my parents’ house instead of coming home?” 
 This was all my fault. The signs had been there from the beginning. However, the words he spit at me hurt because they were my own thoughts that he was mirroring. I’d told myself countless times, at least you have a man. That was the most toxic shit I could have ever said to myself. Toxicity wasn’t just someone making excuses for their fraud attitude and actions. It was also downing yourself to believe you didn’t deserve better. 
 We’d been together for a little over a year, and I allowed him to move in with me three months ago—like a dummy. In my mind, I thought I could be there for him more if we lived together. Despite my parents’ warnings, I let him persuade me to do all sorts of things, starting with taking out a personal loan for five grand. He needed a new transmission for his truck and didn’t have all the money. I was stuck paying the loan back because he had no intentions of ever paying the monthly note, knowing that it could ruin my credit and put my job at Community Bank at risk. 
 And still, I accepted him and his toxic behaviors . . . 
 As I walked to our bedroom, he grabbed my arm and slung me against the wall. “Don’t you ever in your life do no shit like that again. If that had hit me, I would’ve beat yo’ ass in here.” 
 That was one thing he had never done before. Jermaine had never put his hands on me. This was escalating into dangerous territory. I needed to get him out of my house. If nothing else had moved me toward that decision, this did. I refused to let a man hit me. My dad and my brother would murder to protect and defend me. 
 I continued to our bedroom as I mouthed off, “You have to go. I can’t take any more. You’ve sucked me dry of all my confidence, self-worth, and self-esteem. I can do so much better than you.” 
 He chuckled as he stared at me. “Girl, I don’t know who lied to you.” 
 I wanted to cry, but again, I’d brought this on myself. We rarely went anywhere in public together. We’d go to a matinee at the movie theater every now and then, but that was about it. He refused to go to dinner with me because he said I ate like a pig. He made it seem like I was sloppy and unhealthily large. I was a healthy size twenty-two. Granted, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds since I was starting to have pain in my knees, but other than that, I didn’t have any medical issues. Plus, I was always fly when I stepped out. There was nothing sloppy about me. 
 I began pulling his clothes out of the drawer, showing him I meant business. There was only so much a person could take, and I was at my limit. I pulled my phone from my pocket and stared at him. “I need you to leave. Take all yo’ shit and get out of my house. You can do that voluntarily or involuntarily. I can definitely call for reinforcement.” 
 I unlocked my screen, ready to hit the emergency call button, then looked up at him as he fumed. “You have five seconds to decide which scenario is gonna play out. Five . . . four . . . three . . . two—” 
 “A’ight, bitch, a’ight. I’m leaving. You ain’t shit anyway. Big ass can barely fuck. I don’t even know why I was here.” 
 “I know why, nigga. Because no woman who values herself will put up wit’ yo’ broke ass! You bring nothing to the table but mediocre dick. But I loved the hell out of you, and I was good to you. What did I get in return? Disrespect and chlamydia.” 
 I slowly shook my head as my lip quivered. I couldn’t believe I’d let myself sink this low. My parents didn’t raise me to accept this type of abuse from a man. I was so much