To the rest of the world, Sierra had the perfect life. Straight A's, a wealthy family, things many people longed for. However behind the scenes, things weren't so perfect. When her home life becomes unbearable, she seeks refuge with her close friend, Reese, and his welcoming family. Whilst staying in the same home, Sierra and Reese grow closer than ever- when eventually, their feelings change. - All characters are 18 and older

"And Draya, Dollicia ... The rest of them?" Drake asked as his back was turned to her. Tae sat quiet again unsure of what he was really asking, what he really wanted to know that she hadn't already confessed about. "They were a 'at that moment' thing. That may sound bad, but yeah..." She said shrugging as he voice trailed off. Drake could tell she wanted to say more but he didn't force it. Tae sighed picking up on his silence and spoke again. "Some of them I dated before you got to them, some of them you dated before I got to them, some of them fucked with me while they fucked with you and vise versa." He turned around, she could feel Drake burning a hole in the side of her face. "You took this position KNOWING that we shared the same past... The same women... a lot of the same women, and you said nothing!? Why!? You didn't think that was something you should of mentioned to me!?... oh by the way Aubrey, you and I fucked with the same women!? I couldn't get that!? Are you trying to make them jealous!? You using me for a specific purpose?!..... Get back at them?!... You don't think this is information that I should of known Lashauntae!" Drake's voice grew dark it went deep as he demanded a answer. His many antagonizing malicious filled questions, he cross examined her, with a smug frown yet he wasn't allowing her the opportunity to answer him back, he was so angry assuming her was being used for something like all women eventually used him for.

Gigi Jackson defined the terms hard-working and driven. After years of building a successful career in Hollywood, she was on the brink of cementing her name in the dance industry by completing the final piece of her empire. Yet, something had been amiss with Gigi the past six months and threatened to derail her decade of work. After one fateful night, it appeared her destruction was inevitable and the only way to ensure the survival of her future was to face the demon of her past, Aubrey Drake Graham. ***SLOW BURN ***

The tension between the two women had finally begun to boil over. The water between the two of them was always boiling, but now the contents were spewing and cascading over the sides of the pot. Putting two strong minded women, with strong opinions on what they wanted, how they wanted it, when and where they wanted it in the same room could go good or bad and in this case it was getting darker and darker. This time being the links they shared with the same man. "If I wanted that style I would of asked for it, but thank you for your efforts! They don't go unnoticed." Rihanna said with grin. She turned and lifted her shoulder as to wave Tae off. Tae bit her bottom lip and silently counted to five doing her best to not pull whatever hair piece Rihanna had attached to her head and drag her down the hall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath slowly, released it, and walked around the front of the table, she placed the image of the style Rihanna had originally shunned off back in front of her then pushed the others images she was looking at off to the side. "My efforts never go unnoticed here. Thank You. But this is the style we're going with. You're more than welcome to not participate, you wasn't our first choice to begin with." Tae said with the same matching grin Rihanna gave her just minutes ago. "Is that supposed to bother me? Was that supposed to be an insult?" Rihanna asked pressing her palms to the table and leaning in closer to Tae's face. Both women sat quietly, mentally trying to back the other into a corner. Tae's already slanted eyes seemed to completely close, while Rihanna's green eyes grew deeper in color. Tae smiled again and stood up straight, she smoothed the front of her flawless white shirt down and picked up the sample photos Rihanna had been looking at. "Not at all." Tae said with a smile. "Just remember, there's always someone bigger, badder, and better than you... and that's in... all aspects of life."

"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.

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

Alana Cardenas is a young, beautiful, and independent New York native. Her family is very close and consist of her father an three overprotective brothers. While working one night, she comes across an NFL icon. And they instantly fall for each other at first sight. But how will her brothers feel about Alana seeing one of the country's most successful footballer and ladies man? Copyright © 2016 by Live4Love__. All rights reserved. This book or any portion there of may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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