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D. Rose: That’s What It’s Made For – 11/21

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Isha

“One more shot,” Neah negotiated as I pushed her hand out my face. We’d already taken three shots and I was feeling a little woozy. It was barely nine in the morning, and Neah had us at the bar near our terminal taking shots before our flight to Miami.

“Neah, no.” My words slurred. It was no secret that I was a lightweight. Every trip I was the first to tap out, drinking just wasn’t my thing. Especially this early, and the bagel I ate prior to arriving at the airport wasn’t enough to hold down these shots. My body felt like it was on fire and I could barely keep my eyes open. Three shots were enough.

“Come on, Ish.” It was Bianca who begged this time. Neah and Bianca were the party girls out of our group. No matter the time or place they were always ready to turn up. Rolling my eyes, I looked at Jasmine to side with me, but she already had her glass in the air ready to drink. She shook her head at me like she already knew what I was about to say.

“Y’all get on my nerves, I swear.” I kissed my teeth and took the shot glass from Neah who was smiling from ear to ear. “This is my last one!” I raised my index finger.

Everyone laughed at my tantrum and paid me no mind.

“You love us,” Neah boasted. She was right since freshman year these girls had been sanity, my headache, and backbone. This would be our last spring break trip together before we graduated in May. We were all unsure of what the future held, but one thing was for sure, we’d remain friends.

Neah held up her glass to toast. “To sisterhood….and turning the fuck up this weekend!”

“Hell yeah,” Bianca agreed.

We toasted and threw back the shots of tequila. I groaned at the burning sensation the shot caused. Reaching for the bowl of sliced limes the bartender so graciously left us, I sucked the lime until the taste of tequila no longer lingered on my tongue. After waving down the bartender, I ordered a glass of water in hopes that it would help me sober up a little before we had to board the plane.

A few moments later, it was time to board, so we closed our tab at the bar and headed back to our terminal. While Neah told us our itinerary for when we landed, I checked my phone to see if I had any notifications. I was half-expecting to hear from Jordan, a guy I was dating. And I use that term loosely because at this point I’m not sure what we were doing.

A week ago, he told me he wanted to slow down a bit. I’m still not sure what that meant because we weren’t exclusive, we barely went out, and there were days when I wouldn’t hear from him at all.

My stride slowed when I checked his Instagram and saw he was in Puerto Rico with another woman. Not just an woman, the same woman I saw leaving his house one night when I did a pop up visit. He flipped the script by calling me insecure. And threw in the fact that I wasn’t his girlfriend to shut me up. It was foolish of me to believe I was being insecure, I knew it my gut she was more than a friend. For him to take her on a trip and post her on social media she had to be special. The only thing I got during the year we dated was lies on top of lies.

My friend’s voices drifted off as I completely stopped in the middle of the busy airport trying to process what I was seeing. My blood began to boil when what I was seeing started to set in. The thoughts running through my mind were brought to a screeching halt when I felt a hard body bump into my back. Our collision caused my nike duffle bag and purse to fall off my shoulder onto the floor.

“You can’t just stop like that.” His tone was harsh and unnecessary. I turned around ready to curse him out for speaking to me like that. Since I couldn’t take my frustration out on Jordan, the rude man behind definitely could get it. But when our eyes connected his demeanor softened and so did his tone. “It’s too busy in here to be stopping like that.”

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder before licking his full brown lips. A smile that appeared on his sexy lips as he reached down to pick my bag up off the floor. I wanted to apologize, but I was truly at a loss for words.

The man staring down at me was the finest man I’d ever laid my eyes on. His brandy colored eyes were mesmerizing encased by thick bushy brows and long lashes. When I was finally able, I tore my gaze away from them and admired every other part of him. My eyes trailed from his eyes to his wide nose, then his thick beard, and finally his broad chest that was covered by a white t-shirt. The shots had definitely gone into effect because I was blatantly lusting over a complete stranger with no remorse.

“Ish, you ok?” I heard Neah’s voice from behind.

“Ish,” he repeated with a hint of curiosity in his tone. The sound of my name coming from his mouth made kitty ache with desire. Neah grabbed my shoulder as she mugged Mr. Sexy Stranger.

“I’m fine. I-he…we bumped into each other.”

“She stopped walking and I bumped into her,” he corrected. He squinted his eyes at me before smiling again and this time I noticed the slight gap in his otherwise perfect teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” Finally, I was able to speak.

“It’s no problem, baby girl. Just be mindful next time.” With that, he disappeared into the busy crowd.

We were the last to board the plane because I was so caught up with Mr. Sexy Stranger. Luckily, I reserved my seat at the time of my purchase. I always chose the first seats because I hated waiting to exit after a flight ended. Once we were seated, and the flight attendant went through the safety spiel, I closed my eyes and slept.

Miami was beautiful as always. The weather was warm and humid the complete opposite of the dreary weather we left in Maryland. Our personal driver waited for us at the pickup area in the airport. The sign he held read The Flossy Posse 2.0. Bianca, Jasmine, and I looked at Neah and all burst into laughter. Neah was the one who arranged this pickup service.

Ever since we saw the movie Girls Trip, Neah swore that was our life. She wasn’t lying, every trip we went on was full of foolishness and stories that could never be shared outside of our circle. Every city we traveled to we wreaked havoc with no remorse. I mean you only live once right?

The driver greeted us, “Welcome to Miami, mamacitas.”

He walked us to our black Escalade truck, put our luggage in the trunk and drove us to our private villa located in the heart of South Beach. The villa was absolutely beautiful. The peach two-story house was fully equipped with a stocked bar, four bedrooms with queen beds, private bathrooms, a pool, and, most importantly a view of the ocean. I stood on the balcony outside my room and admired the ocean. It was peaceful, serene, and erased all thoughts of my upcoming finals.

S. Rever: To New Heights – 11/23

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Liz

“Dr. Taylor, your patient is ready.” I stood up from my desk, and doubled checked to make sure I had everything before I walked out of my office. Today has been a long day, but I will not complain. My name is Elizabeth Taylor, but I go by Liz unless I’m in the office then I go by Dr. Taylor. I am currently the head Pediatrician at a family pediatric office outside of Raleigh, NC. I graduated from UNC school of medicine about one year ago, and let me tell you things have not always been ideal.

I grew up in a household with my mother Dolores, and my older brother Jason. My father passed away due to a heart attack when I was ten years old. It’s like once that happened everything just seemed to go down hill. Two years after the death of my father my older brother was sentenced to thirty years in prison for an armed robbery that ended in some guy being murdered. You know te saying ‘that was the straw that broke the camels back’ or something like that? Well that was my mom. It just seemed like spiraled out of control, and I couldn’t help her. She turned into an alcoholic, and after she blew through my college fund on stupid shit I walked away. I graduated high school, and decided to only deal with my mom from a distance.

I had to learn what it meant to get it out the mud by any means necessary early. I worked day in, and day out to get to where I was today, and in the end it was well worth it.

I knocked on the door before I entered to greet my patient.

“Good Afternoon my name is Dr. Taylor.” I looked up, and stopped dead in my tracks. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. The man that stood in front of me in a pair of denim Levi’s, a blue oxford button down, and a pair of black Chelsea Boot was none other than Tatum Stevens. I hadn’t seen this man in years, and I must admit he looked even better now. He used to sport a low cut fade, but  it looked like he decided to shake things up. Now his hair is a curly low top with tapered sides.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled. Liz get it together you’re over here openly staring at this man like you’re not at work, and he isn’t here with his baby. Wait! When in the hell did this man have a child?

I stopped myself before I dwelled on it too long, and focused back on the patient. Who was an adorable little girl. She didn’t look older than four with the bright hazel eyes, and long pigtails. Her faced was stained with tears as she held her ear. My heart ached for her.

“I apologize, like I was saying. My name is Dr. Taylor. What brings you in today?” I asked as I washed my hands.

“My ears hurt.” I turned around and walked over to where she sat on Tatum’s lap. I picked her up, and placed her on the table so I could examine her better.

“Ok pretty girl, can you tell me your name?” I asked as I grabbed the otoscope off the wall.

“I’m Tiasia” her voice was so small, and timid if I wasn’t close to her I would miss it.

“Well alright Miss. Ti’asia, I’m going to use this to check ears. Is that ok?” I asked as I showed her the insturment.

“What’s that.”

“It’s an otoscope. I use it to check your ears, and your throat.” I moved from her right ear to the left to check for any drainage or anything out of the norm. When I got to the left ear I saw a little of drainage in her ear which will explain why she was complaining about an earache.

“Ok pretty girl can you open your mouth, and say ahhhh.” I asked and demonstrated for her. Turning my light on I checked her throat for any signs of drainage. I saw that everything was clear, which was good. I turned around to address Tatum, who weirdly enough was quiet the whole time.

“Ok dad, it looks like she has an ear infection. I’ll prescribe her some medicine, and she should be cleared in a few days.” I told him as I drew up her prescription on the computer.

“That’s good to hear, but I’m her uncle.” He replied with a smirk. I watched as he got up, and picked Ti’Asia up. You could tell they had a great relationship by the way he held her, and the way she wrapped her arms around his neck with her head on his shoulder.

“My apologies, well her prescription should be ready soon.” I walked over to where he stood, and rubbed Ti’Asias back.

“Bye pretty girl I hope you feel better.”  I left out the room, and headed back to my office so I could finish the rest of my shift. I had one more patient before I was free to leave.

I walked out of the office an hour later, and got everything situated in my car before I headed out the parking lot. I didn’t even make it 2 blocks before my car started wobbling like a tire was flat. I pulled over to the side of the road, put my hazards on before I jumped out the car and slammed the door.

“This cannot be happening,” I exhaled as I ran my hands through my hair that now hung wild and free. I walked around the car, where I noticed my back passenger wheel was completely flat. Defeated, I walked back around to my door. I got back into my car, and look for my phone so I could call AAA and get some assistance. Thankful that they said a driver was nearby, and I wouldn’t have to wait long because I really needed a hot shower, and some food.

*Tap, Tap, Tap*

‘Damn, that was fast.’ I looked up, prepared to get out because I thought it was AAA, but instead it was Tatum. I rolled my window down, because I couldn’t hear what he said to me.

“Hey is everything ok?”

‘Damn,’ I got a clearer image of him this time, and my God this man is gorgeous. I mean he was always gorgeous, but it’s something about his growth that has me squeezing my legs together. With rich Hershey chocolate skin, and dark eyes.

“Dr. Taylor, right?”  I snapped out of my head to address him.

“Ye, yes.?” Really Liz get your shit together.

He smiled like he knew something I didn’t. But before I could address it I saw the tow truck had pulled up. Thank God.

“Excuse me, I need to speak with the driver.” As I got out the car he took a step back, and held out his arm. His scent to invaded my space, it was intoxicating. He smelled like Tom Ford Noir.

The driver of AAA walked over and met me at the rear of my car. I expected for Tatum to leave, but he just followed behind me. I directed the driver to my rear tire, but before he got the tools he needed Tatum stopped him.

“I got it my man. You can leave.” The driver, and myself looked at him like he was crazy. He didn’t say anything. He just walked to the back of his car that was parked in front of mine. He grabbed his jack out the trunk, and wheeled it back over to my car. I was sat there staring at him like he had lost his mind. The AAA driver just shook his head, handed me the invoice, and walked back to his truck. Confused, I caught him before he could open his door.

“Excuse me, why did you give me this?” I handed him the invoice back, because it’s not like he did anything.

He was about to respond, but I felt him, Tatum had gotten up. His smell invaded my space once again. He reached for the invoice, and snatched it out of the man’s hands. He skimmed over the paperwork before he led me back to car. He opened my door and placed me inside.

“What the hell is this man doing?” I questioned. I watched as he walked back to the driver. I don’t know what was said, but the driver practically ran to open the door to his truck. He sped off before the door was fully closed.

Tatum walked back over to the rear of my car and grabbed his tools. Dang how didn’t I notice he changed the tire. I got of my car and met him halfway.

“Thanks again, but you never gave me your name.” He stood and stared at me with that smirk I had grown to love.

He took his time as he walked into my space, warmth spread through my body as he placed his hand on my cheek.

“You know who I am, but.” He smiled. He leaned down, and nipped my ear. “You’re welcome, Scarlett.” He pulled away winked, and walked back to his car.

I was stuck.

How?

Chelsea Maria: Say You’ll Never Leave – 11/24

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Gavin

Samiyah Jones hit me with her love jones, and I’ve been hooked since.

Between the job and her sorry excuse of a boyfriend, I let Samiyah think she had control. I’m far from being egotistical or arrogant. Nor was I jealous over what was and will always be mine. What I am is confident in knowing that after the first time I emptied my seeds into her womb, I left a mark.

Not just any ole mark. My mark.

I inscribed my name. Tatted my DNA. Branded my love.

When she’s climaxing, Samiyah may think it’s because of him, but it’s not. I’m imprinted on her mental.

It’s my face she sees between her legs. It’s my dick she’s fantasizing about when she’s riding his useless ass.

Her nigga needs to thank me because I’m doing him a favor by getting her wet for him. She can’t enjoy sex with no other man unless she is thinking about me.

With all my might, I intentionally ruined Samiyah Zoey Jones for any man, and I’d do it again.

Brace yourself for these back to back 5 star reads!!!

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