The Art of Deceit

The Art of Deceit

by Fabiola Joseph

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Overview

What was it like in the heyday of the hip-hop video vixen? Enter Tangie's world and find out how to master the art of deceit.

The glamorous world of hip-hop is filled with money, women, sex, and power, but it can also be deceiving. Stardom can be dangerous for the naive souls who rise to success without armor.

Tangie is the hottest thing to hit the video scene. Young, sexy, and dangerously appealing, she slithers her way into the hearts of many rappers, and into the wallets of even more. Her latest victim is hip-hop's newest sensation, Tay'von "Too Fine" Miller. Tay'von's record label tells him the public will deem his plus-sized girlfriend unworthy of a rising star. He needs a better-looking woman on his arm. He pulls Tangie into his world, hoping to use her for her looks. He plans to get rid of her when he is done, but he has highly underestimated her.

Tangie has no chill and shows no mercy to people like Shamika, the spiteful girlfriend of equally talented but not as successful rapper Black Dialect. She will stop at nothing to secure her lifestyle, even if that means shaking hands with a record label owner whom Tay'von has proclaimed a sworn enemy. Carmello wants Tay'von to sign to his record label, and Tangie wants to reach her ultimate goals: money, fame, and revenge! Together they hatch a plan that will give them both what they want.

What will happen when Tay'von, his bodyguard, the sexy R & B tour mate Amira, and Carmello all fall under Tangie's spell? Death, debauchery, and deceit. Now, if only everything would go as planned.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781645560074
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 01/28/2020
Pages: 512
Product dimensions: 4.13(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.28(d)

About the Author

A lover of literature, good music, movies, and art, Fabiola Joseph is multifaceted. She was raised in Silver Spring, Maryland. While in middle school, she found her passion for reading and writing. She began her love affair with the power of the written word, and it became clear that writing was her destiny. She is the author of Niya, The Art of Deceit, Rebel's Domain, and Pricey. Follow her on Facebook.com/Fabiola.Joseph3

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CHAPTER 1

Mission Accomplished

Life is so funny. Here I am in my big house filled with imported furnishings, original artwork, and millions of things that I really don't need. I have all the clothes, jewelry, and accessories that I could ever want. I have six cars, which were paid for with cash and are all under my name. I also have a husband who has millions of women screaming his name as soon as he hits the stage. Yet I really don't think that I am happy. People have always said that I am hard to please, and I just don't think that this is normal. Maybe it's because so many times in my life, I have worked too hard to get to where I am. Divorce is out of the question. They get way too messy. Plus, I would end up with only half of what I have now. Even though I have my own business, Tay's money still looks too good next to mine on a bank statement, and I'm not ready to give that up.

I started out as your typical video ho. Well, that was what they called us. I was approached while walking down the streets of New York and was asked to go to a model call for a hip-hop video. I had done about eight or nine videos before meeting this hip-hop singer at the video shoot. He would turn out to be my future husband, and at the time, his first album was out and was doing very well just off the first single. That particular shoot was for his second single, and I couldn't wait to meet him. I showed up, and there were about fifty girls there. I didn't have to stand around and wait to see if I had made it in the video, because I had already been cast in the lead role.

After makeup and wardrobe, I walked out to the set, and there he was, Mr. Too Fine himself. The world knew him as Tay'von, but he had been dubbed Mr. Too Fine because of his very clean-cut, handsome appearance in the sometimes roughneck rap industry, and he looked even better in person. We ended up doing the video, and as soon as we were done, I got my things together so that I could leave. I never tripped over myself to meet the celebrity that I was working for, because they would always come after me, and that day was no different. Tay'von walked right up to me and asked me for my real name, thinking Tangie was just a stage name. I told him that Tangie was my only name.

He looked me over one good time and took my hand. Then he led me to his trailer, just like I knew he would. Once in there, I didn't speak. I waited for him to say something or make a move, but he didn't. He just sat down and left me standing there. He opened a bottle of Hennessy and just stared at me. He finally handed me a cup and poured some alcohol in it. And although I hate Hennessy, I drank it down. I didn't know what it was about this guy, but I never said a word. Frustrated with my mute approach, he got up, walked around me, and asked me if I remembered him.

"Why would I? I've only seen you on TV."

He started to laugh, then said, "About two years ago, I rapped a hook on a singer's song. You may remember the video shoot for the song 'What More Do You Want.' I'm sure you do, because I remember you."

"Really? I do remember working that shoot, but I don't remember you being there."

He shook his head, as if I was wrong for not remembering him. "Why would you remember me? I wasn't the main nigga in the video, right?"

I looked at him with a serious smirk on my face. The quick temper that I was well known for started to rise. "So you brought me in here to cry about me not noticing you two years ago? Isn't that some talk show–type bullshit?"

"I just wanted to see if my theory was right. It seems that all it took to get you in here was the thought of fucking a star. You didn't notice me back then, but since my song is number one now, you didn't even think twice about coming back here with me. Did you think that I wouldn't remember you turning me down in front of everyone the way you did? You're just a star fucker, and I have proved my point."

I thought that Tay had lost his mind. I couldn't believe that he had held on to this for two years. Then he had the nerve to bring me back to his trailer just to force me to remember some bullshit, and when I didn't, he got mad. He had to be off his rocker.

"Look, you took me by the hand and brought me back here. I didn't ask to come here with you, so if this is all that you have to say to me, well, fuck you very much, and I hope things go better for you the next time around."

I put down the cup that he had given me, and I turned around to leave.

"Bitch, please, you walk into every video shoot as if you're the finest thing to ever walk the earth. You got your nose so high that you're the only one breathing fresh air. All of them other girls out there look just as good as you, so get off of yourself."

By then he was holding on to my arm, and I hadn't decided if I should just pull away and walk out or if I should smack his ass for grabbing on to me the way he had.

"Come on now. I didn't see you turn me away when I came in for the audition," I retorted. "From what I hear, you're the one who decided to make me the lead in your video. And we all know why you did that. It's 'cause I am the baddest bitch around, so why don't you just get off of yourself and admit it?"

I had gotten in his face to make my point. His grip on my arm had got tighter once he realized that I would not back down. His face at first had been full of anger, but a smile had started to break through.

"You have got to be the most conceited, most arrogant, and boldest girl I have ever met, and I have to admit that it turns me on."

Wait, he had lost me. He had to have multiple personalities.

"Fuck you, Tay'von. How do you go from calling me a bitch to telling me that I am turning you on? Just let my arm go, so I don't have to be in here with your disrespectful, foulmouthed ass any longer."

I didn't care who he was anymore. He had taken things too far for me to care. I no longer wanted to get to know him, and if he didn't let me go, I was going to hit his ass. But I didn't get that chance. He pulled me really close and kissed me. It seemed like with that one kiss, all my anger melted away, and I fell deeper into both the kiss and him. I didn't know what it was, but there was definitely a fire between us. Maybe it was the fact that the whole time we were going at it, I couldn't take my eyes off his sexy lips. Men had always been my weakness, and Tay'von was no different. He was six feet, three inches tall, with light brown skin. He had pretty long cornrows and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. And his body, his body was one that I couldn't wait to get on top of.

* * *

Time went on, and I ended up doing another one of Tay'von's videos, which caused us to spend more time together and get close. He still saw other people, and so did I. He hated the fact that I wasn't just at home, waiting for him to call. I wasn't the kind of girl who let a man run around town while I stayed home, hoping that he would grace me with his company. I had told him, "I'll share my ass just as long as you share yours." He thought that it was all jokes, but he had something coming his way that would force him to choose me.

The night of an album release party that was being held for a label mate of Tay'von's, I devised a master plan. I knew he was going to the party with some low-class ho whom I had seen around. What he didn't know was that I would be attending the bash with a big-name director named Sims. I knew this would get under Tay's skin because I had met Sims when he directed some of Tay's videos.

As soon as I walked into the plush club where the party was being held, all eyes were on me. I had known they would be. I walked over to the bar as Sims walked around, shaking hands. I had men throwing all kinds of game at me, but I was not there for that. I was on a mission, so I told them all to fuck off. I had on a little dress that was tight and hugged me in all the right places. The ice that glowed around my neck and on my ears and fingers added the finishing touches to my outfit. After I finished my first drink, I rejoined Sims.

We walked around, mingling with other partygoers, and two hours later I was ready to go. On our way out, I made sure that we walked by Tay's table, although I knew that he had been watching me all night. I looked Tay dead in his eyes, winked, smiled, and kept on walking. I watched him look down at Sims's hand on my ass, and I saw anger in his eyes. Minutes later, while Sims and I waited for our limo to pull up, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned to find Tay'von standing there, smoking a cigarette. He said nothing, and neither did I.

Tay'von waited for the limo to pull up, then came and stood beside me. He took a long drag before saying, "You know that you're not getting in that limo, right, Tangie?" I looked at him and waited for the driver to open the rear passenger door. Once the driver was back behind the wheel, Sims said nothing as he held the limo door open so that I could get in.

I went to step off the curb, but Tay grabbed my arm and said, "I already told you that you are not getting into that car. Didn't you hear me?" Sims must have realized that if I didn't get in the car, he wouldn't be getting a piece of me, so he finally spoke up. "Let her arm go, Tay. She didn't come here with you."

"Fuck you, Sims. She ain't going nowhere unless I tell her to," Tay said while pushing me out of the way and getting in Sims's face.

Now, this was feeding my already large ego big-time, but I still had to play it off. I stepped in front of SIMS and got in Tay's face.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, Tay'von? I saw you in there with your dirty-ass groupie, but I didn't say anything to you. Why don't you go back and join her so that we can go on about our business? And stop cockblocking. It doesn't look good on you."

Tay'von looked at me dead in the eyes and dared me to go against his word. "Like I said before, you're not leaving with him, Tangie. All he wants to do is fuck you, and I'm not letting that happen. Ever since he met you, that's all he's been talking about."

"Oh, like you're any better? You must think that I'm fucking dumb, Tay. Every other day you're in some new pussy, yet you want me to stand here and think that you are not just fucking me too? Hey, you wanted to fuck, and you did. Now step aside and give another man a chance."

There was a level of danger in Tay's eyes that was about to boil over, and that was what I had been hoping to see. I knew he had a mouthful to say, but before he could get anything out, SIMS spoke up.

"Yeah, that's right. Tangie, tell that nigga to let me have some of that pussy that's got him out here crying."

That was all that SIMS was able to say. Tay knocked him down with a quick right jab to the chin. The next thing I knew, one of Tay's bodyguards came out of the doorway and held Tay back before he did any more damage. I never even saw him standing there, but he was just in time to do his job. While Tay was being held back, I could hear Carl, another one of Tay's goons, calling for the limo. I just stood there, pissed, not because Tay had hit SIMS but because Tay thought that he could control me and tell me what to do.

Tay's limo pulled up a minute later, and I thought that I was free to go, but Carl just pushed me into the waiting car. I didn't try to get out, because things were going according to my plan. As we pulled off, I looked back and watched Sims's limo driver helping him to his feet. Months later I found out that Tay and Sims had words when Tay found out that I was going to the party with his favorite director, so things were never the same between them after that night.

No one spoke while we were in the limo. I looked from Tay to Carl, who happened to be fucking me with his eyes. I was so used to this happening, so I didn't even bother to make a slick remark. Despite all the time Tay and I had been spending together, I had never been to his house, so I was hoping that this night would be the night. Once I noticed that we were headed to Jersey, I knew that we were going to my prince's castle.

Once there, the driver opened the car doors, and we stepped out. There was a maid waiting for us at the door. I was very impressed with his place. There were people whom money didn't change. They may be rich, but when you walked into their place, it looked like they had filled it with overpriced trash. Tay had done well, and everything looked pricey and tastefully done.

I was taken to what looked like a game room and was told to have a seat. There was a pool table, all sorts of video games, and collector arcade games. The maid brought us the drink of our choice: mine was vodka and mango juice, while Tay had Henny straight. Tay then brought over two hand-carved boxes that looked like they had come straight from Africa. He made sure to let me know he had picked up the boxes, which were made of black bird's-eye maple and bubinga, an African hardwood, in Ghana, on his last world tour. The maid left the room, and Carl opened the boxes. One was filled with weed, and the other with coke. I knew that Tay smoked, but I had never seen him sniff anything.

Carl rolled up the weed and handed each of us a jay. I waited to see who would do the coke, and right as that thought left my mind, Carl took out a small roll of money that had a rubber band around it. He lined up the white powder on a mirror and sniffed up two lines. After doing so, he handed everything to Tay'von, who did a couple of lines himself, and then Tay walked over and held the powder out to me. I shook my head no and pushed it away. I had done coke before, but I wasn't in the mood now.

"Come on, Tangie. It's just a little coke. Hell, I'm sure you've done worse," Tay said with a smile.

I did a line just to make him happy. Then he walked back to the couch, where he had been sitting, and just stared at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him.

"You have got to tell me what in the hell you thought you were doing tonight." His statement made me smile.

"I was fucking with your head. I wanted to show you that there are plenty of men out there who want me and can have me. You're not the only one."

Maybe it was the drugs, but he laughed. "That's why I like you, Tangie. You are so confident, even a little too confident at times, but that's okay, 'cause I can tell that it's not an act. You really do think that your shit doesn't stink," Tay said and then he took a second to laugh at his own joke. "But like I said before, most of them other niggas just want to fuck you. They are not trying to get to know you. All they see is that phat ass, and they don't give a shit about anything else."

I got up and stood in front of him. "Now, listen to Mr. Too Fine. People would think that you were different. The way you sound, it's like that thought never ran through your mind when you first met me."

Both his and Carl's eyes were on me. I put my hands on my hips and slightly spread my legs. "Why don't you take a good look at me, Tay'von? Who wouldn't want to fuck me? Any man would sell his soul to the devil just to get a taste of this." I took one hand off my hip and ran it through my hair, then from my hair down to my chest, then down between my legs.

"Take a look at Carl. He's damn near drooling," I said when I noticed the hunger in Carl's eyes for my sex.

"You like what you see, huh, man?" Tay asked Carl.

"Man, that's one bad bitch," Carl answered.

"See, Tay? Even Carl can see how much of a woman I am. I just don't understand how you would rather be with them low-class bitches, like the one you were with tonight. Let me guess. You had to take her shopping, 'cause all the clothes that she wanted to wear looked fucked up, right?"

He laughed, because he knew I was right. "Come on, Tangie. That girl didn't mean shit to me. You see that I just left her ass at the party to go after you. Hell, I don't even know how she's getting home tonight. Maybe SIMS will take her."

We all laughed at Tay's joke.

Then I sat on his lap, facing him, and said, "Well, you need to wise up, Tay, because the best is in front of you. You won't find better, trust me."

With that, I took his lips with mine. My tight dress became even tighter as it stretched against my thighs. I wound my hips back and forth as I felt his dick begin to grow. He pulled my strapless dress down and exposed my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth as I took his blunt and sucked in some smoke. I watched him work my nipples with his tongue, and I loved every minute of it.

A few minutes later I pulled myself away from him and stood up. With total disregard for Carl, I pulled my dress all the way off. I stood there with one hand on my hip and the other one still holding Tay's blunt. I continued to smoke as Tay climbed off the couch and crawled over to me. He leaned up on his knees and kissed and licked my stomach. He pulled down my red G-string and started to work on my pussy. He sucked and licked all the right places. I looked over, and Carl was holding his crotch. Hey, if Tay didn't mind going down on me in front of him, then why should I?

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
"Hate What You See?" (Letter to the wise from Tangie),
Prologue,
Chapter 1 - Mission Accomplished,
Chapter 2 - The Sexiest Snake That I Have Ever Seen,
Chapter 3 - Once I Have Him, Then You Can Have Me,
Chapter 4 - Well, I'm Sorry For Giving A Fuck,
Chapter 5 - Even Though He Was Knee-Deep In The Act Of Betrayal, He Knew She Had A Heart Of Gold,
Chapter 6 - Winner Takes All, And I Was Born A Winner,
Chapter 7 - Get Your Head out of Them Clouds and Wacth Over Your Shit,
Chapter 8 - Thanks For The Dick, But Pussy Has Nothing To Do With You,
Chapter 9 - No, No, Honey, I'm Not A Bitch. I'm The Bitch,
Chapter 10 - I Know That We Had Sex And All, But I Am Not Gay,
Chapter 11 - Will You Marry Me?,
Chapter 12 - This Is All Your Fault, You Fucking Bully,
Chapter 13 - How Dark Is Your Heart?,
Chapter 14 - Girl, I'm About To Pop Some Shit Off,
Chapter 15 - A Black Heart Is Earned, Not Learned, Baby Doll,
Chapter 16 - I Don't Know What Made Me Think That I Could Ever Marry A Freak Like You,
Chapter 17 - Rot In Hell, You Dirty Bitch,
Chapter 18 - Congratulations. You're Going To Be A Father,
Chapter 19 - The Beast That Came To Drag Me To Hell,
Chapter 20 - When Shit Hits The Fan Unplanned,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was great. It will keep you on the edge of ur seat the whole time. It may make you laugh, cry, and even hot and steamy at time. It is a must read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was dripping with drams,deceit,and mystery !"! Loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was taken on one crazy ride in this book. Tangie is a piece of work for sure. Fabiola laid it down w/this book. Raw & fast paced. I love it. Dont sleep on this. Im ready for pt. 2
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tangie was the girl you loved to hate and secretly wanted to be. Excessive in her sexual escapades, but inaccesible at the core, you couldn't stop reading to see what (and who) she did next. Joseph effortlessly weaves a tale about passion, revenge, love, sexuality, and the die hard ambition to have it all!
luv2readTW More than 1 year ago
A Modern Day Love and Hip Hop...Tangie, Tangie, Tangie was surley a wild one. She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it and clearly dont get in her way or she was going to come after you! This book takes you on a adventure with Tangie and the lies, sex, drama she brings to the tale. This author really but her all into this book and i enjoyed it so much, i started it yesterday and finished it today. The art of deceit is really something Tangie really knew how to make these men and woman puddy in her hands. Enjoyed the book cant wait for part two and to see what else this author has in store for us. Great job!!
theresa1974 More than 1 year ago
FROM HIP HOP TO LIES TO SEX MONEY AND MURDER,THIS BOOK HAVE IT ALL.TANGIE IS A ALL OUT NYMPHO.SHE HAS WHAT IT TAKES TO GET WHAT SHE WANT NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES TO GET IT.THIS BOOK IS A PAGE TURNER THAT LEFT ME IN SUSPENSE AFTER EVERY CHAPTER.EVERY CHARACTER MAKES U LAUGH AND CRY.I LOVED THIS BOOK,IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FOR ALL BOOKCLUBS!ITS A MUST READ!!NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER!!GET YOUR COPY TODAY
Papaya975 More than 1 year ago
Wow Fabiola Joseph you done your thing with this book. The Art of Deceit was really a page turner. Tangie was a trip she just knew what she wanted and went after it however she could. she didn't let nothing stop her it was by all means necessary. Once you start reading this book you are not gonna want to close it until you finish
Sherika1 More than 1 year ago
The Art Of Deceit was an amazing story!! I received this book in a contest Fabiola Joseph had on her Facebook page about a month ago and I could kick myself a thousand times for not reading it sooner. This book took me on the journey through the eyes of Tangie and all the people that were in her life. The evil and wicked things Tangie did to the people in her life to get what she wants will leave you gasping for air. She stopped at nothing and used what ever it took to get her revenge. I absolutely love how just when you think you might know the answer to something Fabiola would throw in a twist that would leave you with your mouth hanging wide open. This was an excellent read and it was one of the best books I've read this year. Job well done Fabiola! I can't wait to read part 2 to this book!
monablack More than 1 year ago
The Art of Deceit is the PERFECT title for this book. This is the 1st book I've read by Fabiola and I was NOT DISAPPOINTED. The story grips you from the very beginning and even though there are times you wanted to stop reading because the main character, Tangie, made you mad, you kept going to see what she was gonna do next. I laughed, cried, screamed, and wanted to jump through the book. All of these elements made it a GREAT READ. GREAT JOB and I'm looking forward to part 2.