Chapter 1: Jayana
The bed rocks, hitting the wall as he thrusts deep inside me. Or as far as he can go with a two-inch dick. My gaze stays on the white ceiling, seeing his shadows out of...
This story contains themes of: stalker
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What started as a one-night stand quickly morphs into something else as Jayana fights to find her stolen car. Jayana I just wanted to let off some steam after being single for months. However, after a horrible night of lukewarm sex, I wake to find my car missing. Did my ass get Kia-boyed? No. Instead, what happened is far worse. I got robbed by a one-night stand. That's one item off my unwritten bucket list. Now I'm stuck in a mess, and to make matters worse, the cops aren't doing anything but filling my life with half-baked police reports. Continuing to add to my endless frustration is the guy handling my insurance case. Khalil Washington is insufferable. An arrogant jackass who sits at his desk all day, steadily talking shit on the phone until it's time for us to meet. And now, his fine ass is always in my face... Khalil Tracking down stolen cars is my job. To say I'm amazing at it is an understatement. When a new case lands on my desk, I'm determined to prove that the insurer, Jayana Alexander, is responsible. The woman is borderline insane. Yet, the craziness of her life breaks up the monotony in mine. Between the overwhelming chaos coming with her and those lips coated in sarcasm, I can't stop thinking about Jayana. Nothing about this case is routine, and the more I spend time with her, I'm ready for her to see why no one leaves a Washington brother.
The bed rocks, hitting the wall as he thrusts deep inside me. Or as far as he can go with a two-inch dick. My gaze stays on the white ceiling, seeing his shadows out of...