Helpless for Her by Olivia T. Turner

I’ve never wanted a girl.
That’s how most rappers go down.
They chase skirts and get distracted. They get careless. Sloppy.
I don’t have time for that.
I have an empire to build–my own clothing line, vodka, record label, and more investments than I can count.
Not to mention my two hit albums that have launched me, DeMarcus Elba, into Hip Hop royalty.
But all of that changes when I see her…
Ayana.
I feel like I’m under a spell.
I don’t understand how she wields so much power over me.
I feel possessed by her charms. I’m obsessed with her beauty.
I’ve never seen anything I wanted so badly. No. Not wanted. Needed.
If I don’t have her, I won’t be able to function.
I won’t be able to go on.
I know myself and I know this: if she doesn’t belong to me, then I won’t be able to stop obsessing about her.
My mind will be tormented with thoughts of her while my empire crashes down all around me.
While I lose everything.
While I become a shell of a man because she’s not there to fill me up.
Making her mine is all that matters.
And nothing is going to stop me from taking what I want.