Niah Monroe, a 26-year-old ambitious woman working her way through grad school, has always kept her life on the straight and narrow. She's loyal to her best friend, and she avoids men who could derail her goals. But then enters Khalil "Khaos" Mercer, 32, her best friend's older brother-fresh out after serving time, running the family's underground hustle, and building an empire of his own. He's dark, dangerous, and the one man she's never allowed herself to want. When circumstances force them together-him needing her brain and discipline to clean up his business moves, her needing his protection after a brush with street danger-the forbidden attraction between them sparks into a full-blown, undeniable passion.

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, hot as f*ck, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

━ ❝𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘.❞ ⋆*｡

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"𝖨𝗈𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎...𝖣𝗈 𝖨..?"

utopia /juːˈtəʊpɪə/-an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect "𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛"

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺． 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ＆ 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 ✰. - ❛ notti, just give me 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 .ᐟ ❜