Not all Omaha fans have fair skin, beach blonde hair, and light blue eyes. Also, last time I checked, most of Omaha Squad's fans were brown, beautiful babes :)
This book isn't just for African American young women, it's for other brown/caramel fans...
*Beep Beep* My left hand traveled over my nightstand, instantly slamming my fist on the snooze button. I take a look at the time, "7:00," I said in a groggy voice. I slowly raised up from my slumber and sat on the edge of my bed. My phone starts to buzz and my quickly yank it off of my pillow, "Y/n Y/l/n." I said pleasantly. "Oh, hi, Ms. Y/l/n. I understand you're in need of a personal assistant." My eyes lit up, "Yes, I am." I heard the person, supposedly a male, on the other line laugh of relief. "That's great. Well, I was wondering when you'd be able to set up an interview." I hugged the phone to my chest, "Savannah," I called my house keeper, also my dearest friend, to my destination. "Hold on, Mr. - um -" "Maloney, Nate Maloney." A smile crept onto my lips. "Yes, Ms. Y/n?", Savannah said, standing in my doorway. "Oh, would you mind canceling my meeting with Mrs. Beyonce Knowles, please." Savannah nodded her head and took off, "Oh, and your breakfast will be finished shortly." I smiled, "Thanks, Savannah. I have no idea what'd I do without you." Savannah curtsied and went on her way. "Okay, I'm back Mr. Maloney." I heard him laugh on the other line. "Well, I'm free today. About..1:30 this afternoon?" "Sounds like a plan." "See you then, Ms. Y/l/n."
~ 1:15 ~
I had just finished putting the final touches on my outfit for the interview with Nate. "So, how do I look?", I asked Savannah, who was currently cleaning my studio/office. "You look amazing." "Thank you." {Outfitbelow}
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I looked down at my watch, "1:25.", I muttered. As I was walking down the staircase, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Huh, he's here!", I gasped. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror that was next to the front door. I made sure the dress hugged my curves just right and my makeup was perfect. Before he had the chance to knock again, I opened it, immediately. "Hi Mr. Malo -" I was interrupted by his beautiful appearance. He was far beyond handsome. He was . . . unbelievable. He smiled, showing off his to-die-for dimples, "Is everything alright, Ms. Y/l/n?", he smirked. God, he'ssosexy. "Huh? Oh - um - no. I-I'm fine, Mr. Maloney." He laughed, "No, call me Nate." He winked, and I slowly let him inside. "So um..Nate. Where would you like me to interview you?" He looked around the large house, "Oh, anywhere is fine." "Okay.", I smiled. I led him up to my studio's office and sat down at my desk. "Ooo, sitting at the big desk, so dominant.", Nate joked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I giggled, secretly becoming weaken in the knees. He sat down in the chair across from me, "So, Nate. Where are you from?" "Omaha, Nebraska." "Oh, My grandparents own a ranch there!", I gasped. Nate smiled and nodded his head. I asked Nate more questions further along our interview. I learned that Nate was 21, a year older than me, he loved to rap, he was a bad cook, and a lot more work related information. Things started getting more personal, but in a fun way. He told me corny jokes, tales about his family, and more. "You're hilarious, Nate." We share another laugh. It goes silent, I bite my lip as I stare deeply into his ocean blue orbs. "God, you'regorgeous." I mumble. Nate laughs, "What?" My eyes lit up. Shit. "Oh, n-n-nothing, Mr. Maloney." I say standing up from my desk, he took the action of doing the same. "No, seriously, what'd you say?" He smirked. Ijustwanthimsobadly. "I said..you've got the job!" Nate rolled his eyes. Nate slowly walked over to me. He yanked my hand and sat down in my spin chair, pulling me onto his lap. He slowly started dragging wet kisses down my neck. I whimpered softly. "Iknow - You - Want - Me.", he said between kisses. I could feel my self getting soaked, already. I only nodded my head, slowly. He found my sweet spot, causing me to let out a soft, delicate moan. He sucked on it, making me squirm. I heard him groan once I felt himself getting hard. "Ugh, Nate?", I questioned. "Yes, baby girl." "Take me, now." I felt him smirk against my neck, "M'kay." Next thing I knew, I was slammed onto my desk while Nate's lower half was between my legs. He shoved my dress up, exposing my lace undergarments. "Damn ma.", I heard him groan. I felt his fingers approach the top of my underwear, he slowly slipped them inside, causing me to give a loud moan. Nate rubbed my clit with his thumb as I squirmed under him. I felt myself being lifted up by my chest. I looked up at Nate who was biting his lip while continuing his motions. He slipped a finger inside of me causing me to moan. As soon as my lips parted, he smashed his lips into my. I instantly kissed back. "Mmm.." He moaned into the kiss. I moaned back, causing Nate to thrust his finger into me faster. I departed from the kiss and let my exclusive moans fill the room. "F-fuck.", I whimpered. I wrapped my arms around Nate's neck and kissed his lips, Nate instantly kissed back. I moved my lips to his neck, "Y-y/n.", he moaned. I repeated my actions, only to make him insert another finger. "Fuck, Nate.", I whimpered, digging my nails into his shoulders. I was about to hit my climax until my cell phone started buzzing on the table. "Shit." Nate started going slower, "Should I stop?", he whispered, with an evil smirk. "No-no." I told Nate. "But it could be important." He was right, but this felt so great. I was about to repeat my answer once more until Nate thrust his finger harder, hitting my g-spot. I instantly came all over his fingers. He sat me up and I yanked my phone off the desk, instantly. "H-hello.", I said softly. I looked over at Nate who was licking his fingers. He smirked at me. After my short conversation on my phone, I hung up and was pulled back by Nate. He kissed my neck, "You taste so good." His hands were on my waist and my arms were around his neck. "I'll take that as a compliment.", I giggled, kissing his forehead. He laughed, staring deeply into my eyes. "So..." "So...", I mimicked him. "Did I get the job?" I rolled my eyes, "What do you think?" "Yes!" I laughed and let go of his neck. I fixed my outfit and hair. "Well, you start tomorrow, then." "Well, maybe I'd like to start tonight, by inviting you over for dinner." I turned around and came face to face with his large, blue puppy dog eyes. "Ofcourse."
