Keisha Beale has an ‘arrangement’ with one of the richest men in Chicago, who treats her like a queen, but she wants normalcy for the holidays. Well, as much normal as you can get from a man like Tristan White, who has everything and doesn’t think love is something he needs.
Jada Jameson’s dark past may be surprising to some considering the family she comes from. Nathan White wants her in every way a man wants a woman, but she needs hardcore kink, and the pace at which their relationship is progressing has left her wanting more.
Will the ladies of Kente Studio Records get everything they want from their first Christmas with the White brothers?
EXCERPT, Chapter 5
Tristan came prepared, of course. He had a big-assed gift bag for Mama, and even a present for the Reverend. I shook my head.
“What?” he says.
“You never do anything half-assed,” I say.
He smirks. “It’s like you like to say, ‘Go big or stay home.’”
Those are strange words coming from a man the cost of whose suit could feed all the homeless people in Chicago on Christmas Day. He reaches to ring the doorbell, but I touch his hand and stop him.
“Why do you go to such lengths with my mother? I’m your submissive. Nothing more.” I gesture toward his gifts. “All this is making her think this thing between us is more than it really is.”
He seems taken aback for a moment, but then he responds. “You’re wrong. You’re my business partner, and I hope, after almost a year, you would now consider me a friend.”
“With benefits,” I say morosely. “At this rate, you’re going to have to break up with both of us when you decide it’s time to move on.”
“Do you want me to beg off? I could get a call and leave.”
I don’t get to answer because Mama swings the door open. “Well, are you two going to stand out her yakking, or are you coming in?”
“Most definitely,” Tristan and I say almost simultaneously.
The first thing my Mama did on Christmas Day was embarrass the hell out of me. Two Christmases before I’d given her a digital camera and a miniature photo printer to take pictures of all the grandchildren my brothers had blessed her with. They’d all gotten a head start because I was what Mama called her pre-menopausal baby. I’d thought she’d gotten over the ‘shutter bug,’ but she proved me wrong.
While Tristan leans in and gives Mama a hug and presents her with his gift, Reverend Johnson gives me a hug. After all the greetings are done, and we’ve hung our coats on the coat tree, Mama grabs her camera off an end table.
“There’s mistletoe,” she says pointing at the ceiling above us.
“I’ve never been one to let a perfectly good cluster of mistletoe go to waste,” Tristan says and sweeps me into his arms and plants a back-bending, dramatic movie-style kiss on me.
“Awww,” Mama says and snaps, but the camera’s flash malfunctions. “One more, one more.”
“So sad, you missed your chance,” I say and begin to move away.
Mama’s not having it. “Come on, Keisha, be a sport now. Tristan, don’t let her get away.”
Of course, he does exactly what Mama says and pulls me back underneath the mistletoe. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s make this holiday memorable for your mother.” Tristan scoots in close, bends his knees, and holds me in a tight hug, cheek-to-cheek, and our faces angled toward Mama and her camera.
“Big smile,” Mama says. We smile on cue and she gets her money shot, but Tristan doesn’t let me go. He leans in and kisses me tenderly really laying it on thick for Mama.
“Awww,” she says again. “You remind us old geezers what it’s like to be young and in love.”
Tristan and I both stiffen, but I recover first and pat his back, as if I’m soothing him, because I’m sure those words have shocked the shit out of him. My eyes shoot daggers at Mama, but she just smiles and acts all aloof.
About L.V. Lewis
L.V. Lewis is a new author who decided that stories like Fifty Shades of Grey needed a little more diversity and comedy in them. Lewis is married and lives in South Georgia. Lewis loves romances that involve interracial couples because L. V. envisions a world one day where it won’t matter to anyone else who you love (because despite the civil rights movement, and a biracial US President, we aren’t there yet).
LV and spouse are political junkies. One leans right, the other left. Thankfully, this has never caused any issues in their relationship. If Lewis told you which of them was the Democrat and which was the Republican, you just might be able to figure out which is Dominant and which is submissive.