"𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

•••Sequel to Black and Blue: The Calm••• It's been nearly four years since Nyla Bridges and Elijah Davis have crossed paths. With their relationship ending in the worst possible way imaginable, the two fight to pick up the pieces and rebuild their lives. It's not until something-particularly someone-brings the two scorned lovers face to face that an emotional rollercoaster ensues and the two find themselves caught between giving love another try or letting go for good.

Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colleagues. After three years in the field she finally lands her opportunity. All she has to do is go undercover and take down New York's biggest drug distributor, Elijah Davis. Sounds simple enough, but it's everything but. She finds her heart and her mind wanting two completely different things and everything is at stake.

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

He licks his lips, staring at me in the mirror. "You cut my shit right I'll pay you two bands, if not den I'm not payin." " Three bands, for doubting me and for being an ass. If I fuck up, I'll pay you for wasting your time." I added, putting my own spin on the deal. He shook his head, lifting his head lazily, " Nah, that's not how this works sweetheart. I made you a deal, and I don't negotiate eitha." I chuckled, grabbing my hair tie and putting my locs in a ponytail. " Then I guess you better find another shop to do your hair," He sighed, " You real stubborn, you know that?" I crossed my arms, " No, I just put money where my mouth is. Maybe you should do the same,"

He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *

28-year-old Harmoni Williams didn't come to the remote luxury island looking for pleasure-she came to pitch her last shot at success. With her beauty brand on the verge of collapse, this exclusive retreat of moguls and millionaires is her Hail Mary. She's prepared to beg, pitch, and hustle for the right investor. What she never expected was Master Walter. At 41, he's more than just the richest man in the room-he's dominant, ruthless, and dripping in power. His interest isn't in her business plan... it's in her. He offers Harmoni a deal: for one weekend, she gives him everything. Her mind. Her body. Her submission. No questions. No safe words. No escape. In exchange, he'll fund her dreams. It's immoral. It's insane. And yet, when he touches her, when he commands her, when he looks at her like she's already his-saying no becomes impossible. But what begins as a weekend of wicked indulgence spirals into something deeper... darker... more dangerous. Will Harmoni survive surrendering to a man like him-or will she be forever marked by the man who demanded her submission?

in which she did the worst thing imaginable or in which they were both swore it would be just one last time

💋 Payback Pussy 💋 He cheated. She found out. Now she's about to fuck his ego... and his friend. Nubia runs her own business, her own life, and up until now, thought she had her man on lock. But when she finds a second phone tucked in the closet, unlocked and full of dirty secrets, everything flips. Her husband's been fucking her best friend behind her back. That's cute. Because the man Porsha fell in love with? Nubia introduced her to him, Nyjee. Fine, filthy rich, and built like a sin. And he's always had a thing for Nubia. Now? She's done playing nice. She's about to make them both pay-in moans, in silence, and in sweat-soaked sheets that don't belong to Sean anymore. This isn't heartbreak. This is payback. And this pussy? It's locked, loaded, and ready for war.