Chapter One

Six months earlier…

    Natalia stood in the mirror admiring her curvaceous frame. She loved her size sixteen frame. Her stomach carried a small fupa while her thick thighs rubbed together they were toned. Melon-sized breast sat perfectly in the fuchsia dress that hit mid-thigh. The fire breathing dragon tattoo showed in its colorful glory on her right thigh. 

    The shimmery body bronzer made her brown skin glow in the lighting. Her 3c hair was fluffed out with a center part, touching her shoulders. Big gold hoops were in her ears. A small diamond hoop rested in her right nostril. Her plump, pouty lips were covered in a brown liner with a nude shade of gloss. Mink 3d lashes were on her slightly slanted lids. Her thick natural brows were shaped and arched. The diamond pendant her father had gifted her on valentine’s lay perfectly underneath her collarbone.

    Once she was satisfied with her look she grabbed her small gold bag along with her keys and phone. In record time she made it out of her condo. The gold Alexander McQueen heels clicked on the marble floor of the lobby. Just as every other time she entered or exited all eyes were on her. 

    Natalia commanded attention without trying. Once she made to her white Mercedes AMG she hit the fob. The lights flickered just as she got to the driver’s side door. Her frame slid onto the black and pink leather seats with ease. 

    After she started the car she adjusted her rearview mirror, pulling out of the lot of the upscale building. Since it was a warm night she let the sunroof slide back some. Music flowed through the speakers of her car as she flowed easily through the hectic traffic of Atlanta.

    She was only here to show face for the sakes of her best friend. The only reason she kept her condo was for when she visited. Natalia had left Atlanta two years ago when a job offer she couldn’t refuse became available. She was a well-known digital marketer and she made a lot of money because she was good at what she did.

    At thirty she was a single and successful black woman with no children. She grew up in a two parent home surrounded love on some days and toxicity on others. Her father was a well-known crime boss and had made more money than enemies at least she assumed he hadn’t made many enemies. Natalia’s mother passed two years ago of breast cancer. Losing her mother was tough for her, but losing her did something to her father. She felt like he was never the same after her mother’s casket was dropped in the ground.

    Forty-minutes later she was pulling up to the packed club for thirty and up. She was meeting her best friend, Chasity there. Apparently she knew the owner, which meant she was fucking him. She couldn’t blame her because she too was single and marched to the beat of her own drum.

    After circling the lot for a few minutes she found a parking space. Like her father always told her to do, she backed in. If something was to happen and she needed a quick escape he taught her to back in so that she would have easy access to get away. Nathan Morgan had taught her at the age of sixteen how to shoot as well as defend herself. She may have been a pretty face with a beautiful body, but her hands didn’t discriminate when it came to a bitch who didn’t know her place. If she were being honest the same held true for a man.

    Natalia checked herself in her overhead mirror before collecting her things and exiting the car. She hit the locks and strutted as if she was on the runway up to the VIP door. All eyes were on her as she walked by as if she owned the entire block. Whispers and murmurs were always heard whenever she stepped on the scene.

    “What’s your name?” the big burly bouncer asked.

    “Natalia Morgan.”

    He checked the list and saw that her name was at the top of the list. Disconnecting the velvet rope, he let her enter. Music blared as she walked through the crowd of people on the bottom level. She headed to the winding staircase on the left. The area was already semi-full. This really wasn’t her scene, but she didn’t want to leave Chasity hanging. 

    With each step she took it was like she could feel the energy was about to shift in some way. Whether it was good or bad was yet to be determined. Once she made it to the rope at the top of the step, the guard stood with his hands folded in front of his body. Before Natalia could announce who she was Chasity appeared.

    “She’s with me,” she said at the side of the guard.

    He nodded and released the rope. Natalia hadn’t taken two good steps before Chasity was praising her looks. “Bitch you look amazing! And honey the balla’s out here tonight too,” Chasity did a small twerk.

    She could only smile at her beautiful best friend. Chasity was a slim-thick redbone with shoulder length bob. Currently she was rocking some knotless braids that hung past her plump behind. Her makeup was beat to the gods. As always her body filled out a badass backless romper. 

    “Girl I don’t have shit on your fine ass,” Natalia praised.

    Chasity grabbed her by the hand and led them to the plush royal blue sofa. A glass table with gold trim sat in front of them. A bucket with a bottle of expensive champagne sat on ice. Natalia took a moment to scope the scene and like always bitches were feeling some type of way. She really didn’t give two fucks.

    “So how long are you here for?” Chasity asked while pouring drinks.

    “Just for the weekend and I’m headed back to Charlotte.”

    “I don’t know why you couldn’t do digital marketing here,” Chasity playfully pouted.

    “It was time for a change. Plus the offer was one I couldn’t refuse.”

    “I get it, best friend. We’ll have tonight and the next day and a half.”

    “True indeed.”

    The two toasted enjoying the vibe. After a few glasses of champagne Natalia was relaxed. She wasn’t so relaxed that she couldn’t feel the shift in the atmosphere. Whatever the shift was caused the fine hair on the back of her neck to stand. She had never felt energy like this before.

    She lifted her eyes and she saw the tall tatted figure at the top of the stairs. From his neck down to his hands were littered with tattoos. The beard gracing his rich caramel face was cut close to his face and lined perfectly. The waves on his head were cut just how she liked. His muscles were powerful and exuded strength. The material of the white Gucci t-shirt fit his upper body just right.

    “There goes my boo.” Chasity smirked.

    “Who?” Natalia frowned still looking at the mystery man.

    “The one with the dreads.”

    “Who is the other guy with him?”

    “I’m not sure.”

    Natalia took a sip of her drink musing over the fine as fuck stranger. Since she was here for the weekend she decided he would be her prey for tonight. Whoever he was, he carried a magnetic and powerful energy. 

    He smiled and dapped people along the way. His cologne filled the air in the most intoxicating way—a way that had her squeezing her thighs together. Seconds later Chasity was pulled from her seat into a tight embrace. Natalia took a brief moment to look at the affection between her best friend and her boo.

    When her eyes fell from them her eyes lifted to the most beautiful and intense hazel eyes she had ever seen. The way he quietly studied her made goose bumps pebble her skin. Up close he was tall as fuck and finer up close and personal.

    “You look like your beautiful-ass trying to get fucked.”

    “Oh?” Natalia sipped slowly from her champagne.

    “No need to play coy, love. I felt your energy the moment you laid eyes on a nigga back at the top of the stairs. Pussy was calling me from a few feet away,” his deep, husky voice caressed her skin.

    “And what exactly did my pussy say to you?”

    He bent his body allowing the chain on his neck to dangle between them. His mouth was close to her ear. “Telling me to make that mothafucka cream on my dick.”

    That heartbeat in her pussy beat wildly. Everything around her was nonexistent including her best friend. She could feel eyes on them, but Natalia didn’t give a fuck. This nameless stranger was the release she needed and she intended to get it even if it took all fucking night.