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Chapters (58)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Important Note:
  5. ~ Ground Zero ~
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. ~ Absolutely ~
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. ~ Someone To Feed It ~
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. ~ I’ve Got You Now ~
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. ~ Him ~
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. ~ As I Fall ~
  39. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  40. Chapter Thirty
  41. Chapter Thirty-One
  42. Chapter Thirty-Two
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Chapter Thirty-Four
  45. Chapter Thirty-Five
  46. Chapter Thirty-Six
  47. ~ The Luckiest Girl In The World ~
  48. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  49. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  50. Two Months Later
  51. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  52. Chapter Forty
  53. Chapter Forty-One
  54. Chapter Forty-Two
  55. Six Months Later
  56. Chapter Forty-Three
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Also by WS Greer

“Nah, I don’t mind. It’s actually nice being taken out of my comfort zone. Like I said, you’re refreshing.”

I start to blush as I smile, but push my way past it. “So, since your name isn’t really Nathan. What do you want me to call you?”

We make eye contact for what seems like an eternity before he finally answers with a smile. “People who don't really know me call me Nathan. I want you to call me Nas.”

Chapter Twelve

“Oh, my god. That was so good!”

I drop my fork on the plate in front of me and lean back in my seat as if I’m not even on a date with a man who is to die for. Swallowing the last bit of filet mignon, I let out an exhale and shake my head as the waiter comes over and takes our plates off the table. She whisks all of our used utensils and dishes away and replaces them with wine glasses, before filling them with red dessert wine. I see now why this place is so expensive. They don’t miss a beat, and I am here for it. Obviously I don’t know what will come of this new situation I find myself in, but a girl could definitely get used to this.

“I think this place might have the best filet mignon I’ve ever had,” Nas says, and it takes me a moment to remember that his name isn’t Nathan Booker. It’s Nasir Booker, and he has already asked me to call him Nas. It makes me feel good to know he wants me to be in his inner circle of friends who call him by his real name, even though I want to be much more than friends.

The dinner served by the cooks and staff at Janae Michelle’s was exquisite. Both Nas and I had filet mignon—mine plain with shrimp scampi in the world’s greatest butter sauce, while his steak was smothered in brown gravy and mushrooms. Although I’m not a fan of mushrooms, I have to admit the aroma wafting off his plate had me staring as he took his first bite.

We didn’t talk much while we ate because we were both locked into a trance by how amazing the food was. So, we sat there mostly in silence with the occasional moan and sigh as we took bites of the food. Both of us had water while we ate, but the champagne before the food already has me feeling a little buzzed, and now that the dessert wine is on the table, I’ll have to approach it with caution so I don’t cross the line into drunk territory. There’s nothing pretty about being in drunk territory, and the last thing I need is another hangover, especially since I have work in the morning.