She's fallin' in love now Losin' control now Fightin' the truth Tryin' to hide But I think it's alright

"𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲...''

Mila Hartfelt is one strong independent black woman, or so she thinks. The truth is, she can't go six months without needing a man to take care of her, and she can't even keep a relationship for that long. Why? Well because Mila has a type of a man that she likes to go after. They're usually ballers or rappers and they all treat her the same. Sleep with her, cheat on her, and leave her. What happens when her friend's older brother takes a liking to her? He tries his best to prove to her that they are meant to be, but Mila being Mila, is conflicted with her feelings towards him and doesn't know if taking a leap of faith would be worth it. He is after all, not her type.

"Cash... We shouldn't be doing this here. This is really naughty." He moaned breathily in my ear. I rub my knee on his crotch, slightly smiling. I leaned in close in his ear before whispering: "That's the point baby. Now be a good boy for mommy and unzip these pants for me." • • In which the dealer starts talking to the quiet boy.

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 ! 𝗺@𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ʙᴇɴᴇꜰɪᴛꜱ - ᴠɪɴɴɪᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ luverts © 2021

Should've known it was god , with no flaws like that !

❝ despite her past, she can't help the attraction. he tells her that he's nothing like the last one. he redefines in every way what love is. she fell for him and hasn't gotten up since. ❞ 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 © mollyville, 2022.