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October 21 - October 25, 2025
Me: I wanted to change my mind. My flight lands after three. Will I be hailing a taxi like S&TC? Denim: LOL! No. New York today is nothing like Sex and The City. I am so glad that you said that because that is one of my favorite shows. So, I can see us having many girls’ nights together. However, I’ll be picking you up. Safe travels.
i can already see them being besties 🥹
Oh, God. The one time I made one of those drinks, I nearly threw up, and my mother banned me from making drinks. I’d made up in my mind that only psychotic people could drink in the morning, let alone drink stinky tomato soup from a glass.
Kemmy: wdym? Me: Sexy ass man next to me knocked points off his sexiness because he drinks tomato soup. He too fine for that. The plane jolted slightly, knocking my finger across my screen, and suddenly, Siri started to read my message to Kemba aloud. “Sexy ass man next to me knocked points off his…”
OMGSKDJSKSS I WOULD’VE CRIED
Omg. Omg. Omg. Omg. Lord, just… that did not happen. The fucking point of the AirPods.
right!
When the doors opened, we walked on, and she scanned the card before pressing the top button. “Wait. The penthouse? I’m getting the penthouse?” I whispered. “Oh my gosh. All my New York dreams are coming true in one week. Hallmark and Lifetime type movies always make penthouses look immaculate.”
On that page was the headshot of Dymon Danger. His dark brown skin matched his dark brown eyes. Not a hair was out of place on his bald fade or his low shaven mustache and beard. The diamonds in his ears weren’t big enough to be flashy, yet not small enough to be missed. All his features were so freaking manly. His skin was perfect, even though I could tell he was heavily airbrushed. His lips…
oh jesus just wait until you see him up close
I opened Derek’s text thread, and the last message was when he wished me a Happy Birthday two years ago, and before that, it was Happy New Year’s.
girl let’s not
“Niggas like you gon’ get enough of playing with bitches’ feelings.”
i’m sorry to say sis but you knew what kind of man you were dealing with last night—you right thought
“I didn’t play with your feelings. You approached my section. Got drinks. Got fucked. And you getting some breakfast from one of the best chefs in the whole state of New York. If you ask me, you are getting a deal.”
dymon please LMAOOO
When I tried to hand her the plate, she knocked it out of my hand. It was saran wrapped, so no food spilled out. That made me laugh, because out of all the women I’d fucked, I’d never had a woman refuse the breakfast before. That was new.
girl not you refusing free food—
Sure, I may have broken a few… let me be honest, a lot of hearts along the way, but it wasn’t completely my fault. I fucked a lot of women. I wined and dined a lot of women. I cashed out on a lot of women. I flew women out. I did all that shit, but one thing a woman couldn’t ever say was that I lied to them.
I was always the tallest girl and had filled out before my classmates. Eighth grade gym was very traumatic for me. Leaving class, I overheard one of the male teachers telling another male teacher what he’d do to my body, and it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever heard in my life. When I got home, I told my mother what was said, and she told my dad, which I was not expecting her to do, and the very next morning, my father was arrested for beating up the two teachers. Although the one who’d made the comment was fired, it still made the rest of school a little bit uncomfortable for me, and it
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omg 🥺 those nasty ass teachers attracted to a CHILD!?!
didn’t know why I was so worried about this one man liking me. I was sure it was because I’d stared at his picture more than I’d liked to last night. Everything about his face read mean, rude, and someone who I’d have to put in their place. And not to mention, he was one of the finest men that I’d ever seen in my life. Hopefully, his picture was heavily photoshopped, and he looked completely different in real life.
Oh, God. His voice is so deep and smooth and…
😩
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. His eyebrows raised. I’m blowing it. Speak. Idiot. “Quin—” Denim started. “Wenci Cleverly,” I blurted out. He squinted. Oh my fucking God!
LMAOOOO
His hands were so soft. I looked up into his brown eyes. He had to be at least six foot five. Same height as my father. How could one look better than their fucking pictures? The photographer didn’t have to do anything but print it.
oooo girl you got your work cut out for you
“You just saw a pretty face and said that will work for my brother. Where did you even go? What skills does she have? I haven’t seen a resume or nothing.” At least he thinks I’m cute.
that’s all she caught from that rant 😂
I hoped he knew that I wasn’t the girl who he could run over just because I was a little timid a couple hours ago. My mama always taught me to stand up for myself, no matter who it was.
mama raised her right
“Ms. Everly, I’m sorry. Mr. Danger said that you were fired and not permitted in the building.”
HUH—dymon really? it’s only her first day…
Before my six months was up—if he didn’t fire me again—he was going to learn to respect me, even if he never respected another woman a day in his life.
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
When I walked in my office and saw her, I was very, very surprised. She wasn’t what I expected at all. I didn’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect her. And that fucking mouth. The lips too, but that fucking mouth. Every woman who had ever encountered me, professionally, had never been that brazen. And fuck it, I’d be honest, it turned me the fuck on… bad.
not him hooked already
“Well, Mr. Dymon, if that is the definition of an executive assistant, then that number on the offer sheet I signed yesterday needs to double, and I need a work phone too because I refuse to have you ordering me around on my personal phone. I will turn that phone off with the quickness, and you will instantly disappear.
YOU BETTER TALK QUINCI
“I like her. She had your ass speechless. Read your ass like a book. And you ain’t do shit but look goofy.”
LMAOOO
“You know Fi is gossipy as hell, so she told me that Derek went home to check on his folks and to tell Quinn about the baby and engagement before she finds out after people start getting the invitations. According to Fi, Derek is still in love with Quinn, and the only reason they ain’t together is because she ain’t want to move here. So…”
he’s in love with her yet he’s about to get married with a baby…MEN UGH
I could’ve told him how I’ve spent nearly a $100 on Uber rides all week doing frivolous shit like getting him tea and picking up his ugly ass suits. Not to mention that he had his own damn driver who he didn’t let me use. Today, I was going to send his ass an invoice and put a red important flag next to it, and he better pay it.
i know that’s right
Tea. (Eight cups) Wednesday – Friday. $72 Uber. Wednesday – Friday. (Back and forth to get your $72 worth of tea. Including tip) – $160. Peace of mind— $1,000.
😭🤣🤣🤣 she’s not playing around
“Oh, Quinn, the reason I invited at you here is because I wanted you to meet my fiancée, Justice Pittman, and our daughter. We haven’t decided on a name yet.”
but why though?
I was sure whatever thoughts he had he swallowed them when I scooted to the middle of the car. “What are you doing, Quinci?” “What you been wanting to do since you laid eyes on me, but too scared to say it.” Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his. They were so fucking soft. He pulled my bottom lip in his mouth, sucking it, before nibbling on it. Catching his tongue in between my lips, I started sucking on it. His tongue was so long and thick. Moisture pooled in the seat of my panties. I had to pull away from him, or I’d lose my breath.
whats it finna play—WOAH BITCHSKSHSKSJS
He was on his side of the car, staring at me with a blank look on his face. When I realized that I’d fantasized about kissing my boss, while literally sitting in his face, I was mortified. My chest started to constrict.
dammit
There was really no reason for me to be this goofy for a chick I’ve only known for a week. Her family down in that country town must be practicing witchcraft in the back of those B&B’s because I was truly disgusted at myself.
We were going to match, and if we didn’t, I was going to pay for us to match.
“Honey, I am breaking all types of protocol, but your number just topped out at five hundred, seventy-five thousand.”
my girl worth thousands!
“You want me to say it, don’t you? Say why I’m here? Say why I just spent over half a million dollars on my assistant, who I haven’t been able to get off my mind since the moment I laid eyes on her? Say why I’m breaking my number one rule. Is that what you want…?”
YES NIGGA OMG
Gripping my chin, he pulled me to him, pressing his lips against mine before slipping his tongue in my mouth, circling the inside of it. My eyes automatically closed. He rubbed his hands up and down my back before grabbing the zipper of my dress, pulling it down slowly. Gathering enough strength, I pulled away from him. Both of our chests were heaving up and down trying to center our breathing.
NOW WE’RE TALKING!
“No coming back from this, Princess.” “I think you knew that the moment you dropped over a half a million on this pussy.”
mhmmm
yet. I wanted to live a little longer in my ignorance of thinking that there could possibly be a future with Mr. Dymon Danger.
yes because we love being delulu
“Don’t you ever in your fucking life tell a nigga you sorry for turning him down. Do you understand me?”
PERIOD
Even though we both were at work, I caught myself staring at her, while she was into her computer. I didn’t know how she could be so calm after last night.
i wouldn’t say calm
Every time I looked at her, I couldn’t help but to think about how good she felt, and how soft she was under me. The way she fucking tasted turned me on even more. Had to be them damn oranges she ate every damn day. My dick twitched every time I thought about her taking my length and width like a champ. The tearful orgasms made it even better. After one night, I was hooked on her ass.
“I bet if that new assistant told him not to open that resort, he wouldn’t open it,” Declan said before picking up his wine glass. Everybody got even quieter and stared at me. “You think you’re so much better than Dad, but here you are, knocking down your young assistant.”
okay declan is getting on my last nerve
The first box was circular. Sliding the top off, my lip poked out when I saw the orange flowers in the box with a card on top of it. Picking up the card, I took a long sniff of the flowers. The scent was citrusy and reminded me of the grove, making tears spring into my eyes. Popping open the card, another black credit card-shaped envelope flipped out onto the floor.
we love a trick!
“And then you disrespect me by talking to your ex and then telling me to hold on. Like, one, I’m not your fucking boss, and two, I’m not your man.”
yet you’re mad at her talking to derek…make it make sense!
“Okay. Oh, and, Mr. Dymon...” He looked at me. “Don’t ever let a bitch disrespect me again.”
tell him quinci
“Five hundred K as a settlement agreement if we don’t work out?
well damn
The only reason I was pissed was because Dymon came at me. It’s not like I sought his ass out. He paid for this pussy, and I was the one who got to sign all the NDA’s. Maybe I should make his ass sign one. Yes, that’s what I’ll do…
Peeling off another piece of the orange, I held it toward his mouth. “You’ve earned some home grown citrus, Mr. Dymon.” When I put it in his mouth, he pulled it in slowly, along with my fingers. “That was so good and sweet.”
If what Declan said about him ruining women was true, then I was next on the list because I was on cloud nine, and I didn’t want to leave that feeling any time soon.
She was so country, and I liked it…a lot. I fucked her hair up last night, so she sleeked it back into a puff at the back of her neck. I think I liked that style more. Shit, maybe I just liked her, and no matter how she wore it, I was going to like it.
just accept the feeling dymon it’s okay
“Uncle Dymon!” He jumped out of Diesel’s arms and ran around the car to me. I scooped him up, giving him a kiss on both his cheeks. When I looked at Quinci, she had her hand pressed against her chest, and her bottom lip poked out. “He is the cutest little thing. Can I hold you?” she asked. Without hesitation, he jumped into her arms, wrapping his little arms around her neck.
OMG THEY’RE SO CUTE
I thought about what our lil’ girl would look like. Thick ass hair. Pretty deep brown skin. Hoped she would have her mama’s cheekbones and her smile. And her personality.
kids already? alright now
