Wattpad deleted the book so I'm uploading again and editing the ones from the past.
Fluff, Smut and everything else that pops into my head
These characters belong to Choices/ Romance Club unless stated otherwise
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I take a deep breath and smooth out my dress before entering the speakeasy. This place is high class, elite and has to be the most beautiful place in New York.
A jazz band plays on stage while everyone is dressed to the nines. Velvet rope for the VIP, oak wood and red interior.
Gosh, it feels like I stepped into the 1920's but as a black woman, I actually get to enjoy it.
As I step to the bar, I see a very well dressed man eyeing me from across the room. He send me a wink through his glass. His angelic smile and the twinkle in his eye says money and trouble
Something I just may like
The man is alluring in a way that makes me almost glide towards him but I plant my feet firmly and get the attention of the barkeep.
I see other customers getting tipsy on saccharine highballs and decide to get one of my own
"She'll have a gin Rickey with just a dash of syrup"
Hot damn. That shit is deep but not James Earl Jones deep more like Jason Mamoa deep with a heavy Brooklyn accent
"..and I'll have an old fashion"
I've never seen a bartender move so fast. I have my drink in an instant with the mysterious man raising his glass to me
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This shit feels surreal. I can't explain it but-
"-I have to be dreaming?"
The man arches a brow at me and I realized I said that out loud. I'm not sure why my nerves are high but they are. Maybe because I feel like I don't belong. I don't have high roller money or even a trust fund. No rich parents or a random relative who left me money in a will
Just a regular girl trying to make it big because I will not live a life I do not deserve
"If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up"
I'm snapped out of my thoughts at his smooth come back. I try my best not to blush at the compliment
"The names Nicky. Nicky Valentino."
"Y/N"
Nicky brings my hand to his lips and kisses it.
Oh he definitely smells of trouble. He slips the bartender two bills and turns those hazel eyes towards me.
"Why do you look so hesitant?" He asks, picking up on my mood.
"First time in this place. I guess maybe I feel like I'm not supposed to be here."
"Of course you're supposed to be here. You're the girl of my dreams and this is my dream, right?" Nicky coyly grins and I pull myself together.
I can't let this man see me sweat. He may have charisma but I'm not falling that easy.
