CandyLand: A Tail Of Two Races

CandyLand: A Tail Of Two Races

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 14, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
This story contains explicit content and language read at your own risk. After losing her mother 18 year old Akani' is left with her alcoholic father. After years of abuse she leaves with no where to go until she lands a job at a strip club named CandyLand. Nikolai is a sexy 21 year old drug dealer who's father runs all of East Coast and the call him Mr. Untouchable. After going to the strip club he sets his eyes on Akani' but he thinks she damaged goods. Will their attraction bring them together or will his father put an end to it?
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