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We Could Never Be 💘

Hello Tribe,

My new novel is dropping December, 21st... Until then, enjoy this sneak peek and as always, prepare your hearts ❤



My body slid to the floor with the fridge still open and devoured the dessert silently. It had been years since I was able to eat something sweet and delicious. My palate only included food, no sugar. Ennio never elaborated on why he had so much control of my diet and I was too scared to ask him about it. If he knew I was eating something so fulfilling, I was sure he would punish me for it.

“Mmm,” I groaned, stuffing my face like an animal that had been without a meal for days.

This cake had trapped me in such a trance that I didn’t realize I had gotten down to my last two bites.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

That booming voice provoked my body to jolt like I was being struck my lightening. I dropped the pan, jumped from my position on the floor, and made a run for the hallway.

“Get back here!”

The voice thundered behind me, prompting my heart to beat rapidly inside my chest. The soles of my slippers slapped against the marble tile while I ran like my life depended on it. I was almost to my room when I felt my body being snatched from behind. The strong hands gripped my arms as I was spun around.

“The fuck you running for?” the man gritted inches away from my lips.

I couldn’t see all of his features in the lusterless hallway. His voice and his towering height were enough for me to piss my panties.

“Who are you?” he boomed.

“Cyra,” I whispered.

“Cyra who? Where the fuck─shit. Damn… you Ennio’s wife?”

I bobbed my head, hoping that fact would be enough for him to release me from his death grip.

“I forgot you was here. Why the fuck you eating on the floor?”

I shrugged.

“You deaf?”

I shook my head.

“Well, then talk. I don’t respond to that muted bullshit.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Finally, after what felt like eternity, he loosened his powerful grip on my arms. He took a step back and although I couldn’t see him fully, I did feel his eyes on me.

“You hungry?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know what that shit means.”

“Yes, I am.”

“…Come on.”

I followed him down the hallway and back to the kitchen. He flicked the light on, giving me the sight of a man that had my complete attention. My mouth was lightly gaping at the fact that he was black. I assumed from the appearance of Ms. Amaro that he would be a full-blooded Italian as well, but he wasn’t, and I was in a state of shock. He moved around the kitchen freely not even noticing that I was watching his every move. The white t-shirt he donned, clung to his solid upper body. His jeans hung slightly off his waist giving me a peek at his Ethika boxers. After a few moments of silent wonderment, he broke my concentration and glared at me.

“Come pick up this shit you dropped on the floor.”



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