In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me. Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down. Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man. And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race. "Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to. "How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low. "I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet. "Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him. Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher. I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me. "... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body. Oh my good Lord.....

"Take your clothes off." Alexander instructed. "W-What?" "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I looked up at his green-blue eyes, absolutely startled by his words. It was so direct and stern, but created a pool in between my legs. Even if he had wounded my heart, I couldn't do anything else but take my clothes off for him. *** #1 in badboy #1 in interracial #4 in teenromance

BOOK 2 of the Royal Trilogy [UPDATED version of I'm Having a Royal Baby] Even premeditated one night stands have their consequences, and Folashadé and Prince Vincent were no exception to the rule. For her, it was just sex. For him, it was something so much more, something Folashadé was not ready for. She would do anything to keep that night between them. It was easy in the beginning, but as her belly starts to swell, she realizes that she and Vincent have a lot more to worry about than their conflicting feelings for one another.

"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Daisy Johnson has never had it easy. Whether it be at home where her mother hardly notices her, or at school where her peers bully her, Daisy can't quite seem to catch a break. She is certain that her last year of high school will be the same as every other year. Little does she know, a certain bad boy and his friends are about to change her life--for better or for worse.