Valentina has her life together. She works, she hustles & she stays in her lane, Chicago taught her how to mind her business and protect her peace. He's the kind of man people recognize without introductions. Not because he's loud but because his name carries weight. They come from different sides of the city They weren't supposed to cross paths. But once they do, it's hard to pretend nothing changed. Loving him isn't simple. And in Chicago, nothing ever is. Sincerely, Valentina.

Gxbxbxb

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. hey, alexa! play "things i imagined" by solange. ・❥・

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Potential So intriguin' (yeah, yeah) We could go far, go the distance I could see it (yeah) I'm not tryna be out here with my hopes up If you're all for me, then let me know what's up Don't change up on me in the long run Keep it open, one hunnid Cause you got potential * "Do you even know what love is?" She asked. He tried to speak but she cut him off. "You say this, and say that. But love is deeper than the shit you say. Love is to take yourself out of the equation and care for someone else. And you don't do that. So stop saying you love me, aight. Stop. Because this isn't love."

Nakiyah Brown did everything right. She graduated early. Stayed out of trouble. Listened when people warned her about the kind of world she didn't belong in. At seventeen, with her eighteenth birthday waiting at the edge of summer, her life was already mapped out - college plans, expectations, rules she never thought to question. Then she met Saint. He was twenty-three, calm where others were reckless, feared in ways people didn't say out loud. A man built from restraint and silence, carrying a reputation Nakiyah should've run from the moment she heard his name. He knew she was off-limits. Too young. Too clean. Too far from his world. So he kept his distance. But some connections don't need touching to feel dangerous. As Nakiyah gets closer to a world she was never meant to see and Saint struggles between protecting her or letting her go lines blur, loyalty is tested, and love becomes something that could save them... or destroy everything. Because when an angel meets a man like Saint, the fall is never gentle.

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Kaiser was always "rebellious and hard headed". She was a tough girl raised by her older brother Malcolm. So it was hard for her to embrace her girly and soft side. She usually never dated boys, because they were all too impatient to understand how she worked. She usually got her way when it came to everybody even Malcolm, but that list stayed short once she met King. King wasn't your typical man. He was discreet and quiet but powerful and well respected. But he did have some parts about him that were typical. He was part of the drug cartel along with Kaiser's brother Malcolm. King and Kaiser were never supposed to cross paths. They are both hard headed and stubborn, but put these two together and mix intense emotions, there is nothing anyone can do.