When world class tennis player Flynn Cooper's injury puts his future on the line, the last woman he expects to save his career is Sky Hart, the ex who married his rival. Working together again means facing everything they lost...and everything they still want. *** Physiotherapist Sky Hart knows better than to let the past interfere with her work-until her newest patient makes that impossible. Flynn Cooper is now one of the world's top tennis players. He's also the ex she never got over, the boy she loved, the man she lost, and the one person she never expected to see again after she shattered his heart by marrying his rival. Their reunion reignites everything: the tension, the electric chemistry, and the unthinkable hurt they buried years ago. Every session feels like a collision with a past neither of them has truly moved on from. With Flynn's comeback resting in Sky's hands, staying professional is the one rule they can't afford to break. But love doesn't follow the rules, and this time, the real match isn't on the court-it's against their own hearts.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

Veronica Calhoun is an assistant in a major design company for advertising who takes her job very seriously. Her main goal is to get the promotion in the upcoming month and she is not willing to let anyone get in her way. What she doesn't know is that she is going to face some challenges to get this promotion facing. What happens CEO of Gallington Ahmad Tate bumps into her life changing everything for her will she give him a chance or put her job first ending her chance of possibly finding someone? #Ranked 20 love #Ranked 2 promotion #Ranked 2 company

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | SLOW BURNED ASF. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).