A Man for Every Season by Honey & Janie Decoster & Phoenix Rayne

Author:Honey & Janie Decoster & Phoenix Rayne [Honey & Decoster, Janie & Rayne, Phoenix]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, action, reshonda tate billingsley, Women's Fiction, maintenance man, essence, Series, gstreetessence, tv, motivation, deceit, Thriller, drugs, eric jerome dickey, fast paced, United States, urban lit, zane, love, relationship, goodreads, victoria christopher murray, womens fiction, urban fiction, Romance, lies, short story, Contemporary Fiction, gstreet, Music, sex, bookclub, Mystery, Drama, ericjdickey, connie briscoe, street lit, scandal, Erotica, kimberla lawson roby, education, Literature & Fiction, michaelbaisden, African American, Urban, Multicultural, movie, urban books
Amazon: B00HDP4GGO
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
Published: 2013-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

Most men will proclaim, each his own goodness. But who can find a faithful man?

~Proverbs 20:16.

Dedication

This story is dedicated to women and men who find themselves in abusive relationships; whether it is mentally or physically. Remember, true love doesn’t hurt. Seek out help.

House of Ruth: 1 877-988-5559

Ever After by Phoenix Rayne

Chapter 1

“Ladies, please have your IDs out and ready when you reach the door,” the bouncer yelled from the entrance. The line of women was wrapped around the building and the neon sign above the entrance read, “Roc Stone Returns to the Stage.” All of the ladies were wearing tight dresses and heels as high as the heavens. Everyone had followed Roc Stone’s instructions on Twitter. He posted that he wanted every single woman who was coming to see him tonight, to wear a short dress—no matter her size—and a pair of her tallest heels.

Everyone standing in this long line was here to see Roc Stone, the number one stripper in the Mid-South and now the Northwest. He had traveled all around the world and was back in the States gracing his hometown with his presence. Roc’s abs were sick; the man was built like a fucking machine. He had a rocking hot body with a baby face. His had dimples that he rarely showed and perfect, straight white teeth that almost no one ever saw. He was so hard now; not like the guy he used to be.

RoChello Stone was a boy I knew growing up. He kept his nose in his books and made straight A’s. We met in middle school, and he tutored me all through high school. We became really good friends through our tutoring sessions, and RoChello is the reason why I attended and graduated from college.

Back in the day, Chello was embarrassed by his body, and he always kept himself covered up. But I got a glimpse of him one afternoon our sophomore year. I walked into his family’s house at 3:30 in the afternoon, like I always did on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I never knocked because I had a four-year standing appointment. I walked through his kitchen, grabbing a Capri Sun out of the fridge. I pierced the pouch with the straw and immediately took a long drink. Chello’s door was cracked, and I walked right in.

I will never forget the scene I saw on the other side of the door. A big towel lay on the floor under his feet. His legs were well-moisturized and still glossy from the baby oil he was rubbing on his bare chest. His stomach was flat; but the ridges of waves in his abs made me seasick. Everything on Chello was tight and right. His broad shoulders and forearms were glistening as he stood there naked, oiling down his body. His legs were tight and strong, and so were his thighs. I knew he was a little muscular under his clothes, but the view I saw that day had me in awe.

Chello’s bush wasn’t like the guys in the pornos my friends and I had watched earlier that year.

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