Chapter 1

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Why me? Did I do something to piss you off god? Have I some how jinx myself into internal bad luck? Another unsuccessful date, no connection at all. Honestly all he did was talk about himself. No more I'm through with going on dates, I'm just gonna let it happen. Stay focused on myself.

Ugh I need to get up. It's almost 7:00 I don't get up now, I'll spend another 30 minutes in this bed day dreaming about what I want.

Time to make this money baby. I get up and took a nice long shower. Got out and wiped my steamed mirror, I look so beautiful...damn, smooth chocolate skin, big light brown eyes, thick lips that'll make any bitch who ain't got'em jealous. I giggle at my sassy thoughts. Let me gone head and get ready. I walk in to my room and turned on my home theater system and hooked my phone to it, mama needs a pick me up. Turning on lil durk - no audio I went to put on my white lace push up bra and lace thong.

Looking in my body mirror I knew why so many men gawked at me, hell I do it. Nice size breast flat tummy that showed my lil abs, wide hips big ass booty with a pair of thighs to match lawd have mercy. I started twerking in the mirror. Love watching my body do luscious thing. Just wish I had someone to share these type of things with.

Bullshit. All of this. I have a nice home, banging body, my very own
Royce, and no one to share it with. No man cause anyone that comes at me I just know they don't really want me. Or maybe I'm to picky, I don't know. I just know what want I guess, and in a way I just haven't found him. All I know is I miss sex, a hard body against mine, but most of all love and intimacy. The pass 421 years of looking, I'm done. He's gonna have to find me. I want a mate.

Going to my closet I feel like looking like a bossy women. So I put on a sexy suit

I grab my blood red Prada purse and hop in my baby Royce and head to work

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I grab my blood red Prada purse and hop in my baby Royce and head to work. The Lady Red Co. Which I am a owner of. Yes I'm rich love. Did all of it myself, well kinda. I did a few things back in my day. Steal, kill, be a little cut throat you know. But I don't regret them. It got me where I am today. I'm older and wiser in this and in this world I've come to realize no one got on top by being 100% clean.

My phone ringing caught a bit by surprise. I look and see it's my personal assistant Brooke. "Hello Ms. Brooke, what is it?" I say in my very stern voice. "Hello Ms. Taura, I just wanted to remind you you have a meeting today 9:30 set with Mr. Snow." I cant help but feel jittery about this, my insides feel on edge. "Yes I remember, thank you Ms. Brooke bye bye now." I hang up and continue on my way.

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Sorry for any mistakes, I'm trying here. I truly hope you enjoy. If there is anything mean to say. Keep it to yourself please.

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