LOGINXavier Morreti does not like people with brown skins, not because of their color or race... But because of what one did to him two years ago. The pain and anguish one caused his two years ago... His slight dislike for black people doesn't make him go running around pursuing them with pitchforks and knives and it doesn't make him foolish, either. Obviously, he knows he needs them if he wants his million dollar company to grow. So you know what he did? He tolerates them; puts on a 'everything is okay just go back to work' facade anytime he sees his racial employees. He acts like the face of any black person he sees doesn't take the form of the woman of two years ago. Except one. Meet Natalie Deserue, a depressed woman that doesn't only know how to work the hips but the heart too. She craves one thing she never had. Love. After surviving an abusive relationship, she goes bankrupt then resort into stripping... Where she meets the billionaire racist who takes her home one night and licks the melanin off her skin. But good things don't come easy, right? Right. All it takes for her momentary happiness to shatter is just a crazy psychotic ex and her naive mind.
View MoreYou know that moment when you can't believe what you are seeing. That moment of denial. Here she is, Natalie, gaping foolishly at the scene before her.Natalie was on her way to a full blown panic attack. Natalie's eyes turned the world into a puddle of unrecognizable jumbles, she didn't register the sounds that fell off her lip. Her hand flew up to cover her lips in the most cliché way possible."Jo...Joel?" She mutters. Tiny droplets of heart-shredding tears fell from her eyelids.Honestly, she shouldn't even be surprised because she saw this coming. The constant packets of condom in his pocket and the scent of ladies' perfume lingering around him whenever he can home, dropped hints. She knew she couldn't delay the inevitable for so long. But his infidelity wasn't what broke her heart. It was the fact that they were going at it on their bed. Well...not matrimonial bed because Natalie never once laid on it. But i
Two weeks flew by fairly quick.Natalie didn't see much of Joel. She honestly didn't see much of anyone. It seemed like she was secluded from the world. But that was how Joel liked it. He made it look like she never existed, safe for the confines of his quiet home.It's been two weeks since her meeting with Greg. It would be a lie if she said her mind never once digressed to his soft inviting smile or sarcastic tone. She'd be lying if she said she hasn't been clutching the contact card and staring into space, ignoring the light racing in her heart.Nothing stopped her from calling him. Right now. Right here. Besides, she was alone. She still had roughly 45 minutes to burn before her next shift starts. She stared at her iPhone 8+, it was the closest thing she had to humanity (whenever Joel went to work) and she was so happy when Joel hadn't deprived her of this glory.She adjusted
Natalie finally fell ill.It happened the next morning. Natalie felt immobile on the heap of blankets and pillows but that didn't change the fact that she still slept on a tiled floor.It was funny how Natalie expected kisses and care when she told Joel—her oh so loving boyfriend—she wasn't feeling too good.He'd responded; "Okay?" with a genuinely confused look on his face, then he continued buttoning up his suit.At least she didn't get a beating.She practically dragged herself to work today. She didn't stay too long because she begged Mr. O'Connor to take the day off, which he agreed to because, according to his words, he "...doesn't want a dead employee on his freshly polished tiles. No offense..."So here she is, swaying in dizziness as she clutched her bicycle very close to her. This was her chance. The only thing she need to do is to just
"Oh fuck!" The blonde screamed as she bounced yet again on his flaccid rod. Her mouth widened in a silent scream as she came for the fourth time even if the man she was pleasuring didn't come once.When she came down from her high, she climbed down from his lap and then scowled when she saw his rod was still flat. Of course, any woman would be frustrated. She was the best in the business and Tony assured that she would give him release but... the same result.Briana frowned deeply before she gathered her clothes and ran to the door. She was met with a hopeful Tony who already had a huge smile on his face."I swear that man has no testosterone!" Then she stomped out."Your balance is going into your account right now. It's nice doing business with you." The strange man briskly walked out, brushing the manager's shoulder as he moved.There was something about the way he walked. It