New Year, New D: A Soul Ties Short


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 Published by Miss Candice Presents
 
 
 
 
 
 All rights reserved .This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 contents
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Pronunciation of names
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Reminder:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 3
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 4
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 5
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 6
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 7
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 8
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Authors Note
 
 
 
 
 
 
 About the Author
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Keep In Touch
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Available Now
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Coming Soon
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 pronunciation of names
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Sienna (See-in-nuh)
 Naoki (Nay-o-key)
 Amiri (Uh-meer-ree)
 Jahad (Juh-hod)
 Leighton (Lay-ton)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 reminder:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 NEW YEAR NEW D is a Soul Ties short.
 Meaning it’s a very extended preview of Soul Ties (Sort of like a part one, but not really)
 Read at your own discretion.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 one
 
 SIENNA
 
 
 
 
 
 “What you and
 Amiri doing for New Year’s Eve?”
 “The same thing we did last year,” I told my best friend, Naoki, as I held my phone on my ear with my shoulder as I fished around my purse for my key fob.
 As I treaded towards my car, my boots sank into the snow, and I prayed that the car wouldn’t be snowed in. It was as if three more inches of snow had fallen since I made it to orientation six hours ago. The only thing I hated about winter was the snow. I appreciated the quiet and the coldness didn’t bother me at all. It was the funky ass snow that drove me crazy. A bitch could barely walk without snow covering past my ankles. All I wanted was to get home and get cozy under the fire with my man.
 “Y’all didn’t do shit last year.” Naoki replied.
 Smirking, I said, “Exactly. He’s not going to be here.”
 “Again? Damn, that makes two years in a row.”
 “Does it? Damn, I didn’t notice,” I sarcastically responded, as I finally found my key fob. A key fob that I technically didn’t need to have in my hands to start the truck. It would have started with the key at the bottom of my bag. But, hey... old habits die hard.
 Naoki made it her business to mention how my fiancé Amiri hadn’t been home for New Year’s Eve for the year prior, every time. I didn’t need a reminder. I was disappointed as hell last year. Disappointed, lonely, and embarrassed. So, I stayed home nursing a bottle of wine, alone, watching the ball drop on TV. Naoki invited me out but... hello... embarrassment! I pretended to be okay with it and told her I would be bringing the new year in, in a nice bubble bath on some self-love baddie shit, to set the tone for the rest of the year.
 Lies.
 The lies! I didn’t take that bubble bath. I wasn’t on any self-love baddie shit, at all. A bitch sat on the couch, drank an entire bottle of red wine, and cried, watching all of those couples on TV kiss the love of their lives. I had plans. I had big plans. I wanted to bring the year in on top of dick. I wanted to ‘ride’ my way into the new year. But... Amiri had work. This year the news about him having to be out of town again came to no surprise. Of course, he had to be out of town. His job
 kept him pretty busy.
 “You know... he’s putting them over you, right?” Naoki retorted, pulling a heavy eye roll from me.
 “Money. It’s about money. It has nothing to do with them ho’s.”
 Sighing, Naoki said, “I just don’t see how you’re still comfortable with what he’s doing after—”
 “I’ll call you back,” I snapped, before suddenly hanging up in her face. I didn’t need a constant reminder of my past... of our
 past... whenever Naoki decided she wanted to express her concerns with Amiri’s career choice.
 You ever been strolling your social media feed and had to stop because a sexy ass nigga with a thick ass beard popped up on your timeline? Yes? That’s Amiri. The one that’ll make you stop to double-tap. With smooth butter scotched skin, thick eyebrows, and curly thick tresses with the beard to match, he’s an automatic panty wetter. Especially for the women who’re lacking in the sex department. Double tapping and following is pretty much instantaneous. Just as instantaneous as jumping in his DM. Which, I’ve had to check him about quite a few times. Being with a man who has over two hundred thousand followers on Instagram comes with challenges. Challenges I’m still trying to sort through. Challenges I don’t need my best friend mentioning just because she feels like I’ve swept the shit he did in the past under the rug. People can be very fucking insensitive sometimes.
 Naoki didn’t mean any harm though. We’ve been best friends since elementary school, so she was more like