𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢...𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎

"Ooo girl look, look, look." She tapped her shoulder repeatedly. Euphoria looked to the entrance instinctively only to see the man she had seen in the alley the first night she worked here. Her breath hitched as she watched them walk in. She never dared to tell a soul about what she'd seen that night. She wasn't looking for any trouble. Especially when he let her go."Who is he?" "That bambina, is no other than Demetrius D'Agostino. The Godfather. He's basically the Capo of all the Capo's. You see Jamal is a Capo, Yes? But he is the top Capo making him the boss of Jamal and all others like him. Everybody answers to him. Nothing travels unnoticed by him. He's the King of the underworld. He owns the politicians, the President and the law. He has everyone in the palm of his hand. His family has been the most ruthless and merciless mafia family to live. Rumor has it that he's the worst society has seen but the best the underworld has ever that's led the D'Agostino family. He is all bad bambina, you should stay as far away from him as much you can." "After what you just told me. I'll do exactly that. No need to tell me twice." 🚫18 CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT/ ADULT THEMES DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES USED IN THE BOOK‼️ ⚠️Read at own risk⚠️

She's fallin' in love now Losin' control now Fightin' the truth Tryin' to hide But I think it's alright

"That's your fucking problem right there, Kai." "You want me to keep chasing you and I'm not doing that shit no more." He spat, looking into my eyes as I looked back into his. "You want to leave without letting me explain, then go ahead and leave, Kai." "I'm not stopping you." "But if you want this shit, Kai.." "Then come get it." He spoke sternly, unbuttoning his button down shirt as I stood there in shock, turning around completely to look up at him. Taking his shirt off, I watched as he stripped himself down as his muscular, tall, fit figure appeared and I can't say this man wasn't drop dead fine. Though I was so mad at him in this moment, my mouth dropped, looking at how good he looked. "I'm done chasing your ass, bruh." "You want me, come get me."

(PREVIOUSLY TITLED SIX INCH HEELS) Remi Simmons has always been a go-getter: independent and thirsty for success. After a dysfunctional family home leaves her to fend for her self, she is adamant that she cannot depend on anyone and will make a way for herself, by herself. Everything seems to be tunnel vision for her until she starts an unusual relationship with her professor, Omari Beckham-a chill person within the classroom, with his own secrets lurking outside of it. As their relationship begins to evolve seriously, Omari teaches Remi not only the basics of psychology, but how to put her pride aside and become someone's equal.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗'.

Elite Connections started off as a business proposal for Arya's senior project. She had been nicknamed the matchmaking friend throughout high school and decided to plan out an idea company, not knowing that this proposal would carry her through college and become the most exclusive matchmaking service in the world. What made Elite Connections stand out compared to the other services is that it was fully anonymous, there was an income minimum for both men and women, and the match was all based on compatibility tests. Arya believed that blind love did exist which is why none of her clients are allowed to see each other until they're walking down the aisle at their wedding. After receiving the stamp of approval from tech mogul, James Christensen, business had skyrocketed to the point of having a year long waitlist for potential clients. With a one hundred percent success rate it was easy for Arya to raise her service package minimum to fifty grand - the most exclusive package being priced at half a million dollars. Everything in Arya's life was going perfect. That is until James Christensen's grandson, Ethan, enters Elite Connections to be matched.

2𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝗼𝗼𝐤 𝗼𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐘𝗼𝐮