Dame Cherie

#Slow-burn Romance
#Explicit sexual scene.

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"You should stay away from me. I'll only fuck the hell outta you." he stared at my naked body lustfully

"What if I want that?" I sat up to look at him

"Get off your highs. You only get my dick when I want you to. Goodnight Vanessa." He banged the door

It was then and there I felt very stupid.

What was I thinking?! 

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Vanessa Willow, a well known event planner in her city crossed path with Richard Blackwood, a CEO of a Tech Invention Company. They didn't start on good footing since Richard portrayed himself initially as an egoistical, perverted and annoying client. All Vanessa wanted was to be done with the project that brought them to be together but Richard wanted more. 

A night together leads to a tragic event in the life of Vanessa. Vanessa lost everything including herself but she had only one reason to keep pushing. She knew she wouldn't have trusted the Rich Billionaire. She thought she knew him better but it turned out she didn't. Where does she go from here? Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Will she be able to heal? Will she overcome this phase? Is she willing to forgive despite the fact that she has forgotten?

But first of all, What exactly happened between them? 

I guess we'll read to find out

Ripped Apart

This was the 3rd week and also the 100th call from Richard, I was declining. I denied him access to my office, not like he was always coming though but the few times he did, he wasn't granted one damn access. I either trashed the gift he sent or sent it back to his office. I also allowed Chelsea eat the food he brings. 


I also removed the spare key to my house from the normal spot and was awfully silent no matter how hard he banged on my door. 


I will never in my life sit there and be played by a confused ass nigga. Never. 


"Hey Biatch!!!!" Becca strolled into my apartment, slapping the door. 


"I guess you've not heard that one. Anyway, what you doing mama?" She tossed a bag on my couch 


"Trying to bake" I groaned, turning the batter frustratedly 


"Why don't you use the electric whisker?" Becca asked, sitting on the chair in the kitchen. 


"Because it broke yesterday." I sighed 


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