First of all...(BWWM)
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"Why can't I date a sexy black women like you?I like you Yazmin.Is that so hard to believe?"
Yazmin rolled her eyes.
"Carter,your too young for me."
Carter licked his lips,moving
closer towards Yazmin.
Yazmin sucked in a breath.
"I know you want me Yaz."
Carter put his arm around her shoulder.Yazmin shook him off.He leaned close to her ear.
"You of all people shouldnt be scared.Police officer. "
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Carter Wills.The guy everyone dreams of being.Except he isn't really.He's a down to earth guy who will date a girl just because he likes her.He's not a player like they say he is.
So one day,when he gets fixed up with the wrong crowd he meets a female police officer. Her name is Yasmin.She is 25 years old.That's a problem because Carter is interested but he's 18.Yasmin feels it isn't right with their age difference.So is age just a number?Will it matter in the end?Well first of all...
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Cali Parker was a 16yrs old girl with a perfect family until one tragic day and everything came crashing down. Now left with a 3yrs old to take care of. Damien Carter, 22yrs old, ruthless, handsome and heir to Black Heart, one of the fearsome gang in the country. Will she give him what he wants before he can break her completely. ***************************** This is my 1st story to write. Their might be editing problems. It has mature content. I will not be going into a very deep of "gang information". This story focus on the love story and not the gang. Please no hate. Thanks.
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