After a tragedy, Amila Johnson abandons her life in New York and retreats back to her birthplace of Houston. She tries to start anew but she can't get far with the skills of being an almost classically trained ballerina. Deciding to take up her friend's offer to pick up a few shifts at a coffee shop, she becomes reacquainted with a person from her past. He wants to help her but values his privacy and she doesn't like handouts. So, they formulate a contractual agreement. An agreement that's pleasurable for them both but will feelings get in the way of this act of ink and lust or will things stay professional. Luxury and sex; what's more to want?

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Harmony is a 17 year old girl who grew up on the south side of Chicago but after her brother was murdered she was forced to move to Atlanta with her dad who is a big time drug dealer . READ THIS STORY TO SEE ALL THE DRAMA THAT IS GOING TO TAKE OVER HER LIFE !

All Dyamon's Life She Had To Struggle . Her Father Left Her Family . Her Mother Is A Abusive Drug Addict & She Hates Her Big Sister & Her Boyfriend . So All She Has Is Her Little Brother Daniel . & Thats All She Needed To Make It In This World . Dyamon Wasn't Looking For Love She Was Looking For Hope Until She Met Devin . . All My Work Is Copyright © 2013 All Rights Reserved

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-chem·is·try noun 2. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people -Heart·less adjective displaying a complete lack of feeling or consideration -Pain noun physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. How can a heartless man raised in the streets feel for this girl? The one who is broken to pieces like a vase smashed to the floor. The one who is scared of every man. How can this girl who been through the rain so long trust this man? The one who's name holds weight in the streets, so much that it never has to be said. How? Thats the question. Well, its called Chemistry, thats how.