Urban Short Story || Plus Size Fiction 18 + Moniqué Vancourt & Jericho Isley ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two bestfriend in a room.. they might kiss.. Or maybe they won't.. but maybe they will..

When Two Opposites Attract

Some people don't leave. They just wait.

"What you mean? You my forever lady" "Stopppp you're making me smile too hard" PLEASE READ,VOTE AND ALLAT 🙏🏽

After getting in trouble for the millionth time, Landon's mother makes the decision to ship him off to Montana to stay with his father for the summer. The thought of spending those long, sweltering days in the middle of nowhere, far from the comforts of city life-complete with relentless heat, annoying bugs, and the occasional wild animal-was far from what Landon had envisioned for his summer break. But as fate would have it, he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, especially not for meeting Clementine. As Landon steps out of the dinner, he notices a group of boys. And one of them hops off the truck's hood, his mischievous smile lighting up a face. "Looky here, we got us a city boy," he mocks, sizing Landon up with a scrutinizing gaze. Landon feels the defiance sparking within him. "A city boy that can whoop your ass," he retorts, his voice stead. He squares his shoulders. "Guys, leave him alone," a voice cuts through the tension as a dark-skinned beauty jumps out of the truck, her presence commanding the group's attention. Landon's gaze drifts toward her, and he can't help but take her in fully from her slicked-back curly hair to her dusty boots that tell stories of their own. There's a fierce spark in her eyes, as if she can see right through him-confronting any lingering uncertainty he has about being here. He watches her engage with the boys, still keeping an eye on the one that spoke. Suddenly, the summer landscape doesn't feel so indifferent, and the oppressive heat seems a little less daunting. Maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

And don't take this personal. But you're the worst. You know what you've done to me.

He rules empires. She just wanted to be invisible. Ebony Johnson, 27, is shy, plus-size, and brilliant - but she'd rather drown in spreadsheets than be seen. Her plan at VeroTech Global? Keep her head down, survive her first corporate job, and never end up on the CEO's radar. Then she spills matcha on his $3,000 suit. Min Jae Park, 35, is obsidian in a tailored suit. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. The Korean American heir who took his immigrant parents' startup and turned it into the highest-selling tech empire in the world. He doesn't date. He doesn't smile. He destroys. Until her. She's 5'1, dark brown skin, curly hair, honey-colored dress, and eyes that refuse to meet his. Innocent. Introverted. Everything he should ignore. Instead, he obsesses. He calls her "Honey" to get under her skin. He rewrites company policy to keep her close. He memorizes her coffee order, her schedule, the way she bites her lip over numbers. She wants to be invisible. He wants her seen - only by him. But Min Jae has an empire to protect, a legacy built on 40 years of sacrifice, and a boardroom full of enemies. And Ebony has Philly roots, a protective family, and three best friends ready to vet him like the FBI. He's the storm. She's the calm he never knew he needed.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."