Chapter One

    Dakota huffed blowing her think curls falling into her light brown eyes. She had been out doing more Christmas shopping. The holiday season was her favorite time of the year. She loved the decorations and the Christmas carols. It was everything about the holiday for her. 

    “It’s colder than a penguin’s pussy,” Dakota mumbled to herself.

    Her hands were filled with bags from various stores. She smiled at the big green wreath with the big red bow on her door. Oblivious to anything around her she headed inside. The smell of cinnamon apple filled her nose upon entering her home. The decorations around her beautiful home were perfect.

    Placing the bags on a nearby chair she dropped her keys and purse on the kitchen counter. As always she looked around making sure nothing was out of order. Although everything was in place something in her gut was uneasy. She headed upstairs to changed clothes. Just as she was about to open her room door she heard moans. Her brows furrowed because she didn’t see Andre’s car outside. Dakota’s heart began to race as she placed her hand on the brass knob. 

    Slowly she turned the knob. What met her eyes was enough for her to puke. Instead she wanted to throw fucking hands. There her boyfriend of two years was getting rode by her first cousin. Of all places it was in her bed.

    The two were so engrossed in fucking each other’s brain out neither of them noticed Dakota about to wreck shit. She snatched the moan right out of Tisha’s mouth when she yoked her off Andre. When her eyes landed on Andre’s dick it was bare. 

    “So this what the fuck we on? You in my fucking shit fucking this community pussy bitch!” she yelled punching him in the mouth.

    Tisha was too terrified to move because she knew her cousin was bound to beat her ass and Andre’s too. He was too shocked to react which gave Dakota time to drag Tisha’s ass. It didn’t last long before she was tackled in a bear hug. She tried breaking free of Andre’s hold, but his strength was too overpowering. 

    Tisha hurriedly made her great escape. It didn’t matter because she was sure she would see her bum ass sooner than later. Slowly he released Dakota only for her to smack the shit out of him. Anger flashed in his eyes. Andre wanted to hem her up so bad. He knew he had fucked up royally and there was no coming back from this one.

    “Dakota I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this shit to happen.”

    “Shut the entire fuck up, Andre. What you are saying sounds stupid as hell. Looking at him a moment longer she moved to her lavish closet and grabbed everything that was his. Opening her window she threw all his shit out there. 

    “Merry Christmas and happy holidays bitch! Now get the fuck out!”

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Chapter Two

Three days later…

    Dakota stepped out of her black G-wagon. The cream-colored peacoat was secured around her body by the wide sash. Her cream stiletto knee boots clicked on the pavement. As soon as she pulled the door open to the doctor’s office she removed her leather gloves. It was cold out.

    She was so angry she had to be here to get checked out. Playing with her life was something she didn’t take lightly. Since finding Andre cheating she had the locks changed. Regardless to how angry she was her heart still hurt.

    “Hi, I have a 10:30 appointment with Dr. Logan,” she told the front desk specialists.

    After a few clicks on the computer Dakota took a seat. Pulling her phone from her Tory Birch bag she skimmed through her emails. For the last couple of days she had jumped head first into her lingerie line. Being it was the holidays her orders tripled. 

    While checking her emails a notification from Instagram popped up. Clicking on it she saw she had a new follow and a couple likes from R.A Modeling Agency. Before she could check the message she had received she was called to the back. She made a mental note to make sure she checked the message later.

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    After her visit with her doctor she headed to Starbucks for her favorite caramel crunch frappe. She smiled to herself at the decorated windows displaying a very welcoming Christmas theme. Her light dimmed a little upon seeing a couple boo’d up. They were so into each other. Tearing her eyes away she placed her ordered. It came to her she hadn’t checked the message from earlier.

    Her neatly arched brows dipped in confusion. She knew damn well whoever this was from R.A wasn’t asking her to create pieces for slim females. Her line didn’t cater to slimmer women. Dakota had nothing against slim women, although in the industry they seemed to have it easier than women with bodies like hers.

    It was the last few lines of the message that had her ready to flip shit. “I know your lingerie specifically caters to bigger women. However, you should think of expanding to another area. Just think of the money you could make, especially for the holidays.”

    Snapping out of her thoughts she went to the counter to grab her frappe. This had to be piss off Dakota week because it seemed niggas and bitches were trying every ounce of patience she had. Strutting to her car she unlocked the doors sliding onto her buttery leather seat. 

    Since R.A wanted to try her she had something for their asses. She knew they were the goat out here in Charlotte streets. To her it didn’t matter who they were, she was about to show them or whoever not to play with her like a yo-yo. Her line was her baby. She worked hard to get to where she was and she be damned if she let anyone discredit that fact.