Tavi Torres is a 16 year old girl living a care free life. She's known for her fiery attitude and beautiful face. When her crush Shayne Livingston one of the biggest drug dealers in Atlanta finally notice her she tries everything to make him want to be with her. But just like any other drug dealer Shayne isnt a fan of relationships. After being used, rejected and thrown to the side by Shayne, Tavi decides to make a change for the better. Once everything starts going good for her she gets hit with unbelievable news and it starts drama like no other. Everywhere she turns is new drama and now it's up to her to live with it, stay focused in school, and grow up all at the same time. But one thing about Tavi is that she's no good girl, she's always on her Worst Behavior! NOTE: some chapters may be private so follow me before you read so you can have access to all chapters.

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Cleo, a 19 year old college drop out is in desperate need for some money. She's offered a job as a housekeeper for one of the wealthiest men in Atlanta. Of course she takes it Mr.Brewster, a 27 year old married man, the CEO of several businesses and a successful music producer hires Cleo as a helping hand since his are extremely full. The two become dangerously attracted to each other. Their sexual attraction grows vast to the point of no return. Warning: SEXUAL & EXPLICIT CONTENT (Please read at your own risk💦) #1 in Vixen #1 in Asian Doll #3 in Dave East

"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.