One night. One mistake. One heartbeat that changes everything. When Sierra Fields, a quiet college girl , sneaks into the hottest after party of the year, she expects nothing more than a story to tell her girls. She does not expect Kingston "King" Hale... Brooklyn's rising rap superstar with a voice like sin and a stare that ruins your good judgment. What starts as a flirtatious moment turns into a reckless, unforgettable night neither of them is supposed to remember.

We friends in they eyes, but we f*ckin' in private

She spent her whole life watching him. He spent his whole life ignoring her. Now she finally gets his attention... by drugging him, kidnapping him, and kissing him in between slaps. And he's lowkey... turned on.

"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Sequel of The Truck Driver. The story continues with Tank and Kayla as they navigates life with their newborn baby TJ and planning their upcoming wedding.

[UNEDITED] "So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-" "-Sex" I cut him off frankly. "Sex?" He chuckled, shaking his head "does it look like I have trouble getting laid? No not sex. To marry me, purely for appearances of course" A blank stare flashed across my face, "I'm sorry, what?" ••• It's a classic tale with a whole new twist. He's the boy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and she's the girl who doesn't put up with anyone's shit. So naturally, he wants the one thing he can't have, her. Lennox is an aspiring oncologist by day, and a freelance escort by night. Medical school is expensive, and as a young woman in her prime she would be garnering her fair-share of one night stands anyways. Might as well turn a profit. Beckham, your typical reckless trust-fund baby. A playboy, a hothead, an all-around hot mess. He needs to grow up, or he risks losing everything. As the heir to an internationally acclaimed company marrying a doctor would be the perfect way to bring legitimacy not only to his reputation but his secure his place as CEO. There's a thousand reasons it could all go wrong, but what if by some strange stroke of luck... It all goes right? [WARNING: Story contains sexually explicit content and may not be suitable for those under the age of 18.] 12/15/20: RANKED #1 under BWWM 12/30/20: RANKED #1 under Scandalous 2/22/21: RANKED #8 under Black Girl 3/4/2021 & 3/30/21: RANKED #1 under Interracial Romance