Jámila Diallo, 22, is laser-focused on getting into dentistry school in her father's footsteps. With her future all planned out, nothing can distract her-until she moves back into her new apartment. Just downstairs, there's a special shop run by Zac...
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"The minute you perched me onto the bathroom counter you became the problem." her eyes didn't make contact with mine, they stayed glued to her floor.
I looked into her eyes invested in what she was going to say next, the curly hair suited her the same way it suited my grip, to be honest everything about her suited me even the nasty attitude she had.
"What are you talking about hotshot?" I questioned.
"Never mind just leave." she shook her head, exhaling her breath harshly.
"I cannot help you if you don't tell me," I travelled to her swiftly, my gaze over hers and her body touching mine.
"Well, I was moving in..." she looked as if she was drafting her words carefully.
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"A fucking sex shop, you're different man." Caleb's rich sound of laughter echoed in the shop.
"What can I say I love sex and toys make it exciting" I released a chuckle as I shrugged my shoulders.
"So you finally left the South and came to New York, how's mom?" I could see the concern in his eyes before he even finished the question.
"Mom is still with Dad and still lying to herself that she's in love and that what he does to her is okay, so nothing's new with her. Louisiana and the women got boring so The Big Apple it is," I said, trying to keep my tone casual as if it didn't bother me anymore.
I could tell he was about to offer some comfort. I didn't need it. I'd gotten used to this mess and didn't want to dwell on it. So, when he reached out, I pulled away, shaking my head with a forced smile. "I'm fine," I said, hoping he'd drop it.
