Call Me Mrs. Taylor: An Obsessive Dark Romance (The Taylors Book 1)

by Shae Sanders

Ace is my concern. Just the thought of him makes me warm all over, but especially between my thighs.

Working around kids has made me determined not to ever have any of my own.

I’m not freaking out right now, my heart doing somersaults in my chest. He hasn’t noticed me yet, but it’s okay. I’m always patient when it comes to him.

Ace will let me in one day—all the way in—but for now, I’m content to do this. It’s how I show him how serious I am about us.

Girl tf are you stalking this man

I'm one of the top black engineers in the southeast,

“It’s bugging me, though. She looks so familiar.”

She laughs, and it sounds like sunshine.

I imagine all the disgusting fun I’m gonna have with her.

Something about her feels familiar, but also brand new. Different. And I can’t shake the feeling

I don’t need my daddy wasting away. I need him alive. For now.

I’m his soulmate. Period.

There’s no prince charming. Nobody to rely on but you.”

It’s getting hard to restrain my anger. It’s right there, threatening to boil over. Where the fuck is he?

He doesn’t know who he’s dealing with yet, but he will.

Fine as she is, she probably has hella niggas sweating her. She probably doesn’t even remember me.

She turns, and I grab her arm, feeling my chance slipping away.

Kamryn

Only two years older than me and acts like she’s my mama.

“I don’t know about that one.” “You didn’t even meet her.”

Big sis senses the vibes

So between the lack of pussy and the lack of the usual oversharing, I'm bewildered as fuck. And it’s not like she ghosted. She’s clearly interested. Alright. I’ll call her ass back. Tomorrow.

Men and their petty hot-and-cold bullshit. He just doesn’t know yet—when it comes to petty, I’m so much worse.

His eyes flash with anger. “Are you following me?”

“You on some stalker shit, Raya. I don’t like that.”

It’s strange how much I’m looking forward to ending my day with her.

She goes into my spice cabinet. There was no hesitation. She didn’t try a few before she found the right one, she just went straight for it.

Ugh. Who decided this shit should be thick and salty?

story is if you like somebody, apply pressure. If you want something, take it. If you feel like life is passing you by, grab it by the throat and make it submit

Or maybe I’m in denial and fighting the urge to be her boyfriend. I don’t know yet, but we’ll see in a minute.

Def gives playboy

Nothing I do is ever good enough for this woman.

the true villains are his fucking parents. My body burns hot at the memory,

How fucking dare they sit there emotionless while their son announced the biggest accomplishment of his career? Ace’s face made my heart sink.

I perfected revenge long before I perfected my winged eyeliner.

My mind just crash landed back to earth.

It’s been three days. Three entire fucking days. I’ve called. I’ve texted. I even double-texted, something I swore I’d never do.

Bitch looks like a roll of toilet paper. That’s fitting.

They’ll drop hundreds at the club with their boys, thousands on gadgets, but then get weird when a woman wants a little appreciation.

That PART

Kamryn has to go. She crossed a line.

Time hasn’t done anything to lighten the weight her name still carries with me. It’s heavy. Burdensome. It drags me back to a place I hate to visit.

I couldn’t prevent it. I couldn’t fix it. There was nothing I could do to take her pain away, and I couldn’t give her back what we lost. I couldn’t even give her a reason to stay.

“She was weird when Mama brought it up,” she says. “I’m telling you, something’s off. I feel it in my gut.” So do I.

I wonder what kind of past leaves a person needing control this damn bad.

“Maybe because I don’t owe you an answer.” It comes out sharper than I meant it to,

Because I did want that. It was right there within my grasp. And then I lost it all.

“I don’t know where it came from or what it does for you,” I say as my fingers trace her jaw, tilting her chin so she can’t look away. “But I need you to let that shit go and let me in. If you’re with me, be with me.

Can hate and desire occupy the same space?

She’s sick. But maybe so am I.

She’s bringing some dark shit out of me.

Because what the fuck am I here for if I can’t make her life better?

and all that good shit, but no man could ever truly make me happy. I’m not even sure they’re supposed to.

That’s the only way this can work, in my mind. We both gotta be obsessed.