Ebony is a kind-hearted yet fierce African woman. One day a Woman comes out of nowhere to take her job and replace her. Her Boss allows it. Undoubtedly because of the color of her skin. While she is having a break down the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on had come to her rescue. But the two were so caught up in the moment they had not exchanged names, therefore Ebony would most likely not see her man again. Or so she thought. Mason is a workaholic...Who has some family issues He does not enjoy being in the presence of his parents. Being a workaholic is a part of the reason why he does not see his parents often. The other part is that they are rude and racist people who he believes don't deserve any time of the day from him. BWWM ROMANCE ⚠️Steamy Mature Scenes⚠️ ⚠️Crude words⚠️ Started: August something 2020😭😭 Ended: May 10, 2021 (I'm not too good at summarizing. Please give my story a chance!) COVER: Made by the stunning, talented and sexy queen!! @Tzipphorah 💙💙

Rosabelle Hlulani, South African born girl, has the worst fortune in the history of worst fortunes. Demitri Ivanov, Russian born man, had a deep dark secret, he's often referred to as the devil. What happens when Rosebelle finds out what Demitri's secret is? Will she run? Will she stay? ~~ His eyes flashed, and not like darkened, no. They turned... they turned red. What surprised me, was that I stayed, why? I don't know myself. One thing I do know is Mr Ivanov is strange. ~~ "Night Demmy." I said, yawning. "Don't let my friends hear you call me that." He said turning to look at me. He had his back to me. I could see his many tattoos. ~~ "Fucking leave this room." He said in a deep voice. I had yet to open my eyes. His morning voice is something else. "If I open my eyes and you're still here, I'm attending your funeral tomorrow." I heard some running and the door slamming. ~~ I pulled her towards the house after regaining composure. How the hell am I going to explain this? After I accused her of witchcraft. ~~ I glared at Sasha, he took the one person I wanted by my side to bare through to this torture. My jaw locked, my hand itched towards the knife on the table, close to my plate. I felt a warm hand on mine. ~~ "Baby mamas, no. Crazy exes, no. Ex-hook-ups and occasional fuck buddies, sure." He said, pausing in his work to address me properly. "So no children?" I asked him trying to be sure. ~~ I leaned forward to take it, but my ass rubbed into his hard cock. I grinded into him for a second longer, which made him grunt but it probably sounded like an angry grunt to the person on the line. ~~