TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

A week goes by before I finally hear anything from my father. I'm sitting at my piano downstairs, lost in a melody of pain and sorrow when my phone buzzes against the cherrywood finish of my baby grand.


Hey. I just got an eviction notice. I have to pay the two months' back rent or I'm going to lose the trailer.


The handset is still cradled between my two hands when I drop them to my lap with a huff of exasperation. Fuck.


I toggle over to my Venmo app, seeing that I've got a fair amount of money in there. Almost enough to cover the cost. I should have more in my bank account.


I fill out the "send money" form several times, before deleting it with complete irritation at myself before filling it out all over again.


A Little's Enough