Queens Court

Chapter 1

The sun peeked through the blinds and landed on Keira's broad shoulders. She sat at her desk in her office, deep in thought. It was 4:30, Friday afternoon. The city streets and expressways were lined with cars full of people rushing to get home. Traffic was barely moving on every major street, and any expressway was a parking lot. The Atlanta skyline was still strong, busy, and beautiful, leading to 1300 Olive Street, the building that housed the offices of therapists Dr. Keira Davis and Dr. Gabrielle Collins.

Keira clenched the necklace around her neck, and the tension showed through the look on her face. She focused her intense light brown eyes on the small, cherry-wood box in her hand. It reflected the light as she raised it up to get a better look at it.

There was no turning back now, she thought. Shit just got real, and she knew it would get even more so once Alonzo finally arrived. He was always late, but she didn't mind. He usually made a grand, or at least memorable, entrance when he did finally show up; and  somehow, no matter how irritated she was by his tardiness, one flash of his million-dollar smile and the world was great again.

Keira leaned back in her chocolate brown leather desk chair and glanced at the rose-gold Michael Kors watch that hugged her right wrist. She was getting more nervous by the minute, knowing that he would be there shortly. She stood up and assessed her appearance. The tailored, three-piece beige DKNY suit she was wearing fit her like a glove-not too tight, just right. She looked like a professional model, standing five feet, seven inches tall and 121 pounds, with creamy peanut-butter skin.

Keira began to pace back and forth. "How will I ask?" she wondered out loud. "What if he says no? Maybe I shouldn't ask him today. Perhaps I should wait for a better time."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and shook off the nerves. The knock on the door snapped her back to reality. Showtime.

"Just a second," she said as she hurried to the desk to hide the box in her drawer and sat down. Once she'd done so, she put on the façade of a cool, calm, and collected woman, knowing deep down inside she was nervous as a sinner in church on Sunday. "Come on in."

The office door cracked open.

Damn, she thought as Alonzo sauntered into the room with that "I know I'm late, but I'm handsome, so it's okay" look on his face. And it was okay.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Davis," he said as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Keira knew right away what he had in mind. He looked at her like lunch, with those big, pretty brown eyes of his. A smile cascaded across his face as he slowly started undressing.

Keira nerves vanished as if they hadn't consumed her just seconds ago. Alonzo had that effect on her, though. He could make her forget all about her troubles—and make her want to get into a little trouble with him.

"Lock the door," Keira said, and Alonzo did as he was told. He always did. It was one of the many things that Keira loved about him. He was such an accommodating and enthusiastic lover. Keira couldn't remember a day in the last several months that they hadn't made love, and her getting her pussy ate was a daily thing. Who said black men didn't go down? They surely weren't talking about Alonzo. He met all of Keira's desires and then some. Why would she not want this forever, especially considering the fact that she loved him immensely?

Keira looked up and saw that he slipped off his shirt and pants and was now standing in pair of red Ethika boxer brief. She liked the way that they red looked on him—so good against his pretty brown skin. Those nights in the gym had been paying off. Alonzo had always had a nice shape, but now he was putting most of those Instagram models to shame. He was muscular, like Louisiana gumbo; his stomach was tight that you can see abs straight his shirts, those muscles were just right, and that dick looked like a hook from the side.