She dances in a world built to consume her. He runs a city that doesn't forgive mistakes. When Beyoncé catches jay's attention, it isn't supposed to mean anything. But desire doesn't stay contained, and power never comes without a price. As their connection deepens, the lines between protection and danger blur, and loving the wrong man doesn't just break hearts, it gets people erased.

Months after his car broke down on a Georgia back road, Shawn Carter returns to the orchard he never meant to find. Beyoncé remembers him, the stranger who stayed one night and left with something she didn't expect to miss. Now he's back, drawn to the same quiet that once held them both. Between the red dirt and the rain, they learn that some things don't leave. They stay.

Who need a degree when you schoolin life

A forbidden romance ignites between a masked dancer and her professor, tangled in secrets, tension, and temptation. Read to find out.

I'm taking it all for us ,all. Doing it all for love.

in the glittering chaos of New York's skyline, Shawn "Jay" Carter reigns-a brooding mogul with a penthouse fortress and a heart scarred by betrayal, his sheets a sacred no-go since his late wife Kimberly's sting. Enter Beyoncé Knowles, his new secretary-sassy, sharp, and dripping with charm-whose flirty jabs and swaying hips dare him to break his own rules. What starts as a late-night work tussle explodes into a steamy showdown when she teases, "Catch me if you can, Carter," and he does, unleashing a demon in the sheets that flips her world-eighteen years of dull lays torched by his relentless heat, every quip ("You're trouble!" "And you're panting!") fueling a wild dance of dares and desire. By day, he's her stoic taskmaster, piling files with a smug, "Earn it, queen," while she fires back, "Torture king!"-but by night, their penthouse becomes a playground of spicy banter and sultry grazes, cleaners gawking as glass shatters and trust teeters over her murky Vortex past and that tall shadow, Julius. He offers her everything-cash, protection, his unshakable claim-snarling, "You're mine," met with her breathy, "Prove it, hotshot," in a fling that's no fling, a fiery spiral neither can stop. fast-talking romp where passion reigns, secrets lurk, and one truth burns-this devil's game is just getting started.

When she left, she took my heart with her.

Lip and Helene type vibe.