Chapter 1
The nightclub cake shop was dimly lit, with lightning effects flashing across the ceiling to create a vibrant atmosphere. K-pop music blasted through the speakers as everyone moved to the beat like zombies chained to the rhythm. And Summer was no different—she swung her hips in circles to music she didn’t even understand, by an artist she didn’t know. But what she did know was that she was having the time of her life in South Korea.
She had come to Korea with a media program—an opportunity given to lucky people from her country who wanted to work in media. It was a one-month, all-expenses-paid program that offered media training, a stay in five-star hotels, and meals at fancy restaurants—for free. Even better, they promised a paycheck at the end of it all.
For Summer, that was a dream come true. She needed the money, and the experience, to land a better job and build a better life for her son. But tonight—tonight was just about fun.
She was glowing, a true island girl with sun-kissed brown skin and long, thick curls falling down to her lower back. She wore a tight black dress with no sleeves, hugging her curves like a second skin. Her D-cup breasts threatened to spill out with every bounce as she rode the beat like a seasoned surfer riding a wave.
“Girl! Yes! Show them how we do it!” one of the girls from the media group shouted.
Summer didn’t even remember her name, but she smiled and kept dancing, shaking her ass harder, loving the moment. She was four shots deep into some strong, unpronounceable drink that someone handed her, and she was lit—as f.
Up in VIP, Kieran Hung stood watching the crowd, scanning over them until his eyes locked on her. The Black girl in the tight black dress. She stood out—not just because of her skin, but because of the way she moved. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before, outside of a bedroom. The way her body flowed, it was like she was riding dick. He felt himself getting hard.
He’d always wanted to fuck a Black woman. And tonight? Tonight was the night he was going to make it happen.
“Hey, come here,” he said to his assistant. “You see that girl in the black dress? She's with that media group. Bring her to me.”
“Okay, boss,” Henry said, before disappearing into the crowd.
Kieran turned his eyes back to the dancefloor, already imagining fucking her. He knew people in that media group came from poor countries. Throwing a little money at her to ride his dick him like she was riding that beat? Easy.
