Trey What was I thinking? Why did I go against my better judgment and have sex with her? Not only was that the best sex I've ever had, but I had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her in missionary. I usually despise eye contact, yet I wanted to see her face as she came for me. I wanted to hear her scream my real name, the one that I promised myself I wouldn't disclose to her. I didn't catch a wink of sleep replaying our night on repeat, even though I was the one who cut it short. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way she looked at me before I left. I probably made her think I didn't want her, or she didn't perform well. Both are untrue. If anything, it took all my strength to resist fucking her senseless. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop. I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed. The craving for my little Cupcak

Kiara REJECTED. I stare at the screen for a long time. Maybe a little too long because my eyes are starting to hurt. "Damn it!" I slam the laptop shut and toss it onto the passenger seat. This is the fourth publishing company that rejected my manuscript as it is. It seems like without adding more explicit sex scenes, it won't sell at all. Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the window. It's Ms. Hill, looking worried. "Hey baby, are you alright? It seems like every time I come down here, you're sitting in this car." I flash a fake smile. "Oh yeah, just enjoying the peace and quiet. My boyfriend's video games are kinda loud and overstimulating." It's not like I'm going to admit to anyone what's really going on. Ms. Hill is a kind, older woman that has aged like fine wine. She has to be sixty or seventy, but she could easily pass for someone in their forties. Her mahogany skin glows underneath the garage lights, and she always wear

KiaraLavender shoots me a glare. "Yeah, why don't you tell Mom how you aimed a gun at your own sister?" Mom's voice rises as she exclaims, "You did what?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Why don't you tell her how I caught you on all fours fucking my boyfriend?" "Watch your language at the dinner table, Kiara! Tyrone, are you not gonna say anything?" Mom screeches, her voice piercing through the room like nails on a chalkboard. "What do you want me to do, Diana? I have a big project to finish for next week's meeting," he says calmly, with a furrowed brow. He takes his plate and laptop, heading out of the room. "I'll eat dinner in my study tonight. Good luck, girls." Mom's mouth hangs open in disbelief as she watches him escape. "Seriously, Tyrone? You're just gonna bail like that?" Well, this is getting out of hand now. "Why did you tell Mom and Dad I kicked you out without explaining why?" I ask, the anger seeping into my words. She shrugs

TreyMom is sitting on the porch smoking a joint. She has a warm complexion with green eyes, and her brown hair is pulled back into a bun. Her face is weathered with scars from her battles with William, but she's still beautiful and radiant as a rose. When she sees me, she rushes over to greet me. "There's my son!" she exclaims, her voice a bit hoarse from being a smoker. "How long has it been? Four years now?" "Hey Mama, I've missed you so much!" I give her a big hug, feeling her small and delicate frame in my arms. She looks thinner than I remember, but I decide not to mention it. I hand her the pack of cigarettes that are in my pocket with a scowl. "Mama, why are you outside smoking weed? You know it's illegal here," I lecture her. She shrugs. "Just tryin' to stop drinkin' and smokin' so much." "But you just had me buy a pack of cigarettes." She waves her hand dismissively and starts walking into the house. "That's for later, I promise I'll

Kiara I do my best to steer clear of him until dinner is ready. It seems like Candy is doing the same, vanishing whenever he's around. And every time his intense gaze lands on me, I find myself blushing and quickly looking away. It's like a magnetic force that I can't get away from. I wonder what excuse I can make up for Candy to let me go home. If I don't get away from him soon, I'm going to burst from sexual frustration. Maggie and Candy are in the backyard finishing up the hamburgers when I go to grab a drink from the kitchen. As I open the fridge, I feel his presence behind me. "What do you want?" I ask, annoyed. "Hmm, what are you wearing?" he murmurs in my ear. I feel his hand travel down my waist to the hem of my dress. He lifts it enough that he can see my ass, "A red thong. Sexy." "Get away from me!" I whisper-shout, swatting his hand away and quickly turning to confront him. He smirks. "What a naughty girl you are. You came here expecting to meet Cand