All Chapters of Illicit Desires: Billionaire’s Second Chance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KENYA POV Not gonna lie, there were those times I wished I had a mom; or a sister. And while I was more than blessed to have Anna in my life - since she was the literal fusion of both-, there were times I needed someone with the same DNA running through our blood. Times like this one when I was supposed to take life into my own hands and make life-changing decisions that would alter everything I had ever known. And while I valued Anna’s thoughts and opinions the most- since she was the saner one of us- more than I did mine, I wish there was someone… Just someone. These thoughts nagged me as I sat on my vanity brushing through my hair. I pulled it into the back bun and gelled it on the sides so it clung to my skull. The hairstyle was every black woman's go-to. There was no going wrong with this one. Like ever. I had a simple outfit on; a black body-con dress with black heeled sandals. The earrings were silver, and so were the rings dawning my hands. I had a small wristwatch that ju

PARADISE II Chapter 44 I have met the president before; and had a one-on-one conversation with Pope Francis. My dad attended a luncheon with Queen Elizabeth and his entire family; had us tagging along… I had no trouble looking them in the eye, answering their questions, and bombarding them with ones of my own. Yet seated in the driver’s seat as we whooshed through the evening traffic to Kenya’s house; to meet his son had me wetting my pants. Almost! It was as though I was coming face to face with Messiah on judgment day and I was going to be chowed off for the grave sins I have committed in all my lives- past and present. “You don’t have to be so tense. Tonight’s gonna be actually fun.” Kenya’s hand landed on my arm, and heat seared through the thin material of my dress shirt. The heat shot straight to my groin and my balls clenched. I eased a breath down my throat and nodded nervously. “Why the sudden change of heart?” I asked. The last time we talked about me meeting Luc,

He’s for keeps KENYA POV We sat around the small dining table and shortly fell into comfortable chat. The guys were sitting on one side, with Luke in front of me and Frank in front of Anna. The dude had my leg trapped in his and still managed to keep a straight face. The food was mouth-watering, the spices a mixture of chili and salt, What warmed my heart, even more, was my little guy who seemed to have found his solace and comfort zone in Luke’s arms. The entire time, he remained glued to his lap, unmoving as he helped him to eat his dinner. The way he cradled his small chest with his giant hand, occasionally pulling him closer whenever he started to slip off. The way he fed him his dinner before scooping his own fork and stuffing it into his mouth. Hell… If he so much as asked me to lick his feet right now, I fucking would. And mind you, I hated feet! “Why didn’t you mention you were acquainted with Luke Donovan?” Frank asked the same question he did when first laid his eyes

Chapter 47: Paradise IVKENYA POVYears ago, I used to find bliss in quite a few things. One of those being a rolled-up dollar bill and white powder in a club drumming with loud music…Meaningless sex…Recklessness. That felt like ages ago. Being a mom modeled you in quite a different way you started to view the world differently. Lately, ever since Little Luc dropped from the sky with his wings tugged on his hack, my happiness has come from simple, simple things. Be it a stroll in the park, the sound of his little laugh, and sleeping next to Anna at night. That plus pouring my heart into the keyboard and typing down the musings of my brain. Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else.“Are you done brooding over that loser and ready to get back to living?” My gaze narrowed at Anna who was curled on the couch with a book in her hand. For a reader like her, she sure hated fiction and focused on

Chapter 49ROYAL POVThe door to my front door creaked open, and I looked up expectantly to see who it was. My heart leaped into my throat at the idea of Kenya hitting me in the face with a surprise visit. I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none, and Kenya had the manners of an aristocrat to last her days that she wouldn't just butt into someone's house without knocking. And after what happened, I seriously doubted she'd ever step foot here. But a man can dream. All hope frizzled into a big flop when Kimberly came waltzing into the living room dressed in a shiny black evening gown, her blonde hair styled into some curls and red lipstick coating her lips. “I thought I told you to never step a foot here?” I growled from my seated position, staring at her with a defeated expression. I did not have the energy to deal with her or either of her shenanigans at the moment. She beamed at me before dropping the suit bag she’d had on her shoulder onto the couch, then walked to