He's loved by millions but understood by few. Chris Brown father, icon, and flawed man is used to keeping people at a distance. Women come and go, the spotlight never dims, and the pain behind his smile stays tucked away where no one can reach it. Until her. She's not impressed by his fame. She doesn't ask for tickets, clout, or access just conversation. Peace. Time. A friendship forms that feels like freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the beginning of something real. But love doesn't come easy for a man who's been burned and watched the world judge him for every scar. This time, the story goes beyond the mic.

When highly regarded art conservator Elana Monroe meets global music superstar Chris Brown, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of passion, jealousy, and public scrutiny. Amidst court battles and career challenges, they must navigate their contrasting lives to find love and stability.

Anaya and Malachi, both broken by life's harsh realities, meet under less than ideal circumstances. As their brief conversations shed light on their darkness, they discover that being a beacon isn't always enough to mend their pain. Read more to find out🖤

"So I creep, yeah. Just keep it on the down low said nobody supposed to know..."

What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."

BOOK 4 "Fuck, Carmen," I growl, gripping her locs tight, forcing her down until her nose presses into my abdomen. "Choke on that d-k, filthy a** slut. You love being my little cock-hungry bitch, don't you?"

⚠️SMUTTY ONESHOTS⚠️ This book is intended for readers aged 18 and above. It contains mature content, including graphic language, sexual themes, expect explicit scenes, questionable decisions, and every trope I could think of. Read responsibly... or don't. This book is unapologetically sexual, exploring the intense chemistry between Black women and men and women from different backgrounds. this is my first published book so if you see me fumbling, no, you didn't. 😗 If you read it, I hope you enjoy the ride. If not, no hard feelings-bye-bye! I'm always Editing, so who knows, maybe next time!🤗 P.S. Don't be shy-feel free to make requests!

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"We were everything once. Now we're barely a memory." When Soraya's boss moves overseas, she's reassigned to someone from her past. Someone who doesn't even remember her. But Soraya remembers everything. And some distances never close.