⚠️ Foul language, dark romance, derogatory racial slurs will be used!! If this bothers you, please do not read ⚠️
Kaylani White is a 32 year old city girl who's just finished her residency as a doctor and now, she's ready to open her own private pr...
The dimly lit clubhouse was alive with the sounds of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and whiskey. Kingston and I sat in a cozy booth by the front door, the perfect vantage point for watching the comings and goings of our brothers in leather.
As the vice President of the club, I had a lot on my plate, and it was my duty to listen attentively as Kingston regaled me with the various dilemmas our MC was facing. But my mind couldn't help but wander, ever since I laid eyes on Ebony, I couldn't get her out of my mind.
Lost in thought, I absentmindedly gazed down at my phone, a sly smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I composed a text to her this afternoon. Despite the pressing matters at hand, I couldn't help but be drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
Me: Good afternoon, Princess. Me: I haven't decided what I want to do with you tonight. I'm going to bring you to edge of cumming later, but should I let you orgasm or hurt? Ebony: Wyatt, I'm at work. 😡🤬 I clenched my jaw at her completely dismissing what I said. Me: Wrong answer...I swear to god... you're going to have tears run down your cheeks tonight. *I waited as the bubbles showed she was typing.* Ebony: No, please... Ebony: Okay, I'm sorry, Wyatt. Let me make it up to you. Me: How? Ebony: 😏
Minutes passed before my phone dinged with a picture message. It was an image of Ebony in her work bathroom completely stripped of her scrubs and wearing my favorite black lingerie that I bought her. Her hair was half up half down bun while she seductively bit down on her bottom lip. All of it had my dick jumping in my pants, pleasantly surprised to get such a provocative image of her. She knew I loved the contrast of the black bra and panties against her dark skin.
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Me: Good girl. Send me a video message of you touching yourself and saying my name. *Again more typing.* Ebony: Wyatt, please. Kaylani is going to wonder where I am. I have to get back to work. Me: send it or else you're going to regret your punishment tonight. No response.
I clenched my jaw tightly, pissed at her having the audacity to ignore me. I knew she was at work but I didn't give a shit. She better be ready when I came over tonight.
Kingston's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching in frustration.
He cleared his throat loudly, breaking through my thoughts and forcing me to look up at him. His piercing gaze bore into mine, his frustration obvious.
"Am I the only one in this place that gives a shit about who the hell attacked us?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Who the fuck are you texting?"
I quickly stowed my phone away, knowing damn well I shouldn't be texting Ebony right now. Kingston knew exactly who I was messaging, and I couldn't deny the fact that my mind had been elsewhere during our conversation.
