No matter the distance separating us, we're the only ones that know how to guide the traffic between our hearts. No more failed attempts. We're lasting this time.

If my life is without you, it may never be the same. I crossed that street, only for debris to set me back. The busy streets washed past us trampling over everything we once had. The honking blocked my ears of the lies you told only making me want to prolong my stay. The cars, trucks and buses ran over my overly tired pumping heart that seemed to mean nothing to you. We let the bystanders come between us distancing us farther and farther away from each other. The tug you had on my heart stopped traffic, only allowing me to realize that I was All Grown Up, and I still couldn't manage to cross the street to His Block.

Tiffany's boyfriend Jason isn't the man he used to be. He's become horribly abusive yet claims to still love her. Little does he know she's falling for a good friend and co worker, Danielle, who's also looking for her soulmate be it guy or girl. But what happens when Jason starts to feel remorse for his actions while things heat up between the girls at the same time? Will Tiffany give him a second chance or will she explore a new and exciting love?

𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

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There's no better love than self love. So say something nice about yourself today, queen. And king. 👑👑👑

"Once a girl gets familiar with being on her own, it's hard for her to be emotionally connected to anyone. She's not trying to go back to the girl she used to be." ⚠️This book contains sexual content and explicit language

▃▃▃ BOOK I ▃▃▃ description inside. Completed 2018.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.