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have enough to go on shopping sprees if I care to. I have two engagement rings. I lost the first one, so Jabril replaced it with a bigger and better one. Then I found the first one under our bed. My focus is on my family, but once Jabrilah is in school, I want to start our foundation and complete my degree.
    I exited my gated community and my phone started to ring. It was my baby Jabril.
    â€œHey, Bril. What’s up, baby?”
    â€œI wanted to FaceTime with Brilah. I’m on my way to the airport now.”
    â€œShe’s home.”
    â€œAll right. Well, I’m just checking in on y’all.”
    â€œHow is your knee?”
    â€œIt’s better.”
    â€œLove you. Can’t wait for you to get home.”
    â€œI’m going to get there around midnight. When I get there, be ready. It’s been a week, and I’m overdue.”
    â€œI’ll be waiting for you.”
    It was 12:30 a.m. when I heard Jabril pull into the driveway. I walked down the circular staircase in six-inch stilettos and a purple-and-black corset. I stood in the doorway and waited for him. He came in, slammed the door shut behind him, and grabbed me. He pushed my body up against the door. I turned around and kissed him passionately. His hands roamed every inch of my body.
    â€œI missed you, Kiya.”
    â€œI know you did, but I missed you more.” I slid down on to my knees and unzipped his pants. He released a long moan as I placed his manhood into my mouth. I had become pretty good at pleasing my man. When I first met him, I was a virgin and didn’t have any skills, but after watching videos, reading books, and practicing, I had improved a lot. Once he was fully hard, I moved him to the floor and straddled him, placed him inside me. I began to slowly stir my hips in a circle over his pelvis. He grabbed my breasts and pulled my hair while I moved up and down, bringing the two of us to a simultaneous climax. Once we were done, I helped him up off the floor and joined him in the shower for round two.
    We had our hard times, but I knew there was no other man I would ever want to be with for the rest of my life. I couldn’t wait until we were an official family and all of our names finally matched.

C HAPTER 5
    Adrienne Sheppard
    S taring at the ceiling, I kept asking myself where I went wrong. I had a baby by a millionaire, I married him, then divorced him, and had a five-hundred-thousand-dollar cash settlement . . . so why was I broke and hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt? I’d lie in bed and ask myself this question almost every morning.
    A year and a half ago, I realized my dream when I opened the doors to Belize, my very own VIP club in Philly. Celebrities, athletes, professionals, and beautiful people frequented my establishment. My club was so hot I was turning people away every night. Then my dream became my nightmare. My ex-boyfriend, Ian, and his cousin decided it would be a good idea to extort my customers and sell them drugs. When the feds arrived at my door with a case against them, I had to make a choice. Either I could testify against Ian and his cousin or go to jail with them. Orange is not the new black for me. I testified and did what I had to. Besides, Ian wasn’t loyal to me. He not only ruined my club, he was also fucking and living with one of my employees in my Miami condo.
    After I lost everything, it was difficult to rebuild my life. The first few months after the trial, I went into seclusion. It was devastating to find out that the person I thought had my back was the person who had been betraying me all along.
    Instead of being up and having it all, I was back to scrambling with nothing. When the club closed, it left me at a loss. It was crazy getting bills in the mail that I couldn’t pay. Most of my creditors and vendors were threatening me with lawsuits and liens. Eventually, I lost my condo to foreclosure, and I moved back to Philadelphia permanently.
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