Her marriage ended 48 hours after she spoke her vows. Eleven years later, Amelia is summoned by the very man who shattered her gullible teenage heart without blinking twice. He wants a divorce. She wants answers and is willing to make their marriage work. He's exceptional at keeping secrets, humongous secrets, and no way in hell is she sticking around for heartbreak number two. Or is she? • • • • • I arched my middle finger and was about to insert it in her dripping sex when she stiffened and pushed me off, my hand slipping out of her pants. I rubbed her glossy wetness between my fingers and regarded her with a question mark on my face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Eleven years, no calls and not even one text from you, and now you think you can stick your finger up my pants?" She shook her head, disapproval written all over her gorgeous face. [COMPLETED] [Mature] Highest Rank : - #50 in Romance 😍 - #1 in Adult Reads 🔞 "Beautiful story. I wasn't a big fan of Willem. Now I'm rooting for them" @Vedaxoxo "This novel was beautiful, incredible and wonderful, it brought me many tears and it made me laugh too, excellent work miss author!" @maferfaneite1 "Noooo 😭😭😭 this is my third time reading it and I still can't get over them" @lutetexo "Amazing story..sexy and sweet 😉 I don't know which part made me cry more ... " @cozy_hygge Press read for more. ©️2021 Lady Altagracia. All rights reserved.

"Cause if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you" Allaya is just a girl from the Caribbean trying to make it in NYC. She's too busy going after everything she's ever wanted to be bothered with the drama that comes with love and relationships. She's so used to being alone that she doesn't know how to let someone in. So, what happens when she falls in love with her boss, rapper, and mogul Dave East? I do not own any of the images used in this book or on the cover. All fictional characters do not reflect the names and face claims in reality.

Dating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towards happiness. Towards love. Towards him. She got to experience a different life. With him. She got the taste of being with him. Now this is the aftertaste; the taste that lingers afterwards. This is what it's like to be loved by Sin.

kis·met /ˈkizmit,ˈkizˌmet/ noun destiny; fate. how do you know when you've met your soulmate?

"Don't worry baby, you know that you got me," Sequel/Spinoff for Kismet

nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

"I know I should've talked to you about it but I-" I started but stopped, looking down at my feet again. I had no excuse. The only thing on my mind was graduating, I never put his feelings into perspective. "Dominic, I'm sorry. I was being selfish and only thinking of myself but baby, I promise if you give me another chance.." I trailed off, breathing heavily. "..if you give us another chance, I'll never do it again. I promise." I tried to grab his face but he roughly pulled away from me. "Don't touch me." He spoke sternly, breaking me even more. "Look.." He trailed off, looking away again. "Me and you..we're done." He spoke, finally looking down at me. "Dominic." I pleaded. "Don't say that. Please." "Na', this shit is over, T." He went on and I began to sob.