He struck me as a player - the 50 shades of grey kind. Mysterious.. hardcore.. sexual. Some women might've thought of him as their dream man.. but not me. There was something different about him... He was hiding something. And I was going to find out what it was. WARNING: LOTS OF SEXUAL CONTENT

"This cant happen." "Yes it can." "....... I have to go." I leaned against the door and let myself out. Before the door comepletely closed Killmonger said one more thing. "You cant stay without me for long, your mine!" - "You cant love me! What about Nakia, T'Challa?" "I think we know who i love more. Who has my imprint, you or her?" I looked at my arm and gasped. I looked up at him and he smiled. ....... I am so fucked.

She's the average African American 18 year old, but how she managed to catch the attention of a white male confused her. Well not just any white male, Peter Pan, a lost boy.