You can move away from your problems, but your problems will still be your problems. Bryce and Michelle try to pick up the pieces of their lives after getting married and being in a near fatal plane crash. Taylor begins his quest to move on from his...
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I had to wrap my head around the hard truth. King and I were NEVER in a relationship. I was just a casualty in his path to Tyrin. We lived together, we partied together, we slept together. Well, I would hardly call what we did sleeping. I loved him. He didn't love me. At least I think he didn't love me. King was my top, total packaged man in all of his glory. Everything about this man was perfect, at least I thought it was. His well toned muscular body, clean shaven, his mesmerizing eyes, his lip ring, EVERYTHING was perfect. I would look up at him as he thrust deep into me, as he fed me his soul while snatching mine away. I became comfortable being by his side. That was my BIGGEST mistake. I was faithful to him, but he was in love with someone else. I never truly imagined that he would choose the bookworm psychiatrist over me. I guess that was my arrogance showing again.
After his rejection announcement, I decided to take a whole new course of action. I was going to not only be the CEO of Sensei; I was going to become it's most critically acclaimed gigolo. I had the look, the body and the equipment to make any man quake in my wake. My biggest weapon has always been my boyish charm and seemingly innocent persona. I knew I had to turn this town upside down to get the results I wanted. My humble beginnings have always pushed me to become greater than my past. I watched my best friend be murdered in cold blood. I watched my first real boyfriend walk away from me for someone else. I lost my protector Sincere at sea. And, now, the man who promised to protect and look out for me had set fire to my rain. But, the thing that he had totally forgot was I am survivor. And, I didn't need Kelly or Michelle to back me up on that one. "No man is a island." Well, someone was mistaken. I AM an island.
I walked into the Bellagio Hotel and paid for my own personal villa for the next three months. I wasn't going to dwell in Michelle's house any longer. It wouldn't work anyway with what I had planned for all of them. I walked into my 6,500-square-foot, two-bedroom, five-bathroom villa and admired my comeuppance. I had finally arrived. Sincere upon his death had managed to do what nobody else I had encountered could or would do. He had given me the keys to the good life. Money would never be an issue for me ever again. I slowly strolled around the room taking in the opulence. I had my own personal private hair salon, a private kitchen, a formal dining room, a full bar stocked with my favorite beverages, a dual fireplace, and a gorgeous private terrace and garden with a pool and whirlpool. Not to mention, 24-hour butler service; Michael Kors' products; and an exquisite arrival presentation of fresh fruit and flowers, petits fours, nuts, and chocolates.
I pulled my cell phone out and texted my location to Jermany Brown. And, here we are. I am sprawled out on my stomach with my legs spread far apart and my firm ass only being covered by the sheet on the bed. I heard the door slowly open and saw the bathroom light shine into the dimly lit bedroom. Jermany stared at me with an intense gaze, checking out my entire body in sensual propensity from my broad shoulders down my defined back to my plump covered ass. He reminds me of Roscoe Dash with his chocolate skin tone, his full lips, double diamond studs in each ear, tattooed sham-rocks on each shoulder blade, a tattoo of a snorting bull with the word TAURUS underneath above his left nipple over his heart, and a tattoo that reads KING ROMANCE above his right nipple. He had a towel wrapped around his waist covering his dick.
