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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

“I like the sound of that,” he says. “We can go back to my place. There’s something there I’d like to show you. If you're feeling up to it, of course.”

Nas and I share a look that only the two of us understand, and I smile. “I’ve never been more up for anything in my life.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Damn. This is your house?”

Nas closes the door to his Mercedes and steps next to me as I gaze up at the two-story structure, marveling at how beautiful it is. It was obviously custom built for Nas, because the paint isn't something you’d see in a development with an HOA. The color is a combination of dark and light grays, with black pillars that stand tall in front of the main entrance from the first floor to the second. The wide garage doors are black as well as the front door, with the only bright color coming from the white lights leading up the long driveway. The home is beautifully modern, and seems to fit perfectly with Nas’s personality and profession. There are other houses on the street, but they’re so far apart they can barely be seen from Nas’s place, and Nas’s security fence and gate protect him from prying eyes that may wander over. His neighbors may not know what he does or who he is, but I’m sure the look of Nas’s home makes them wonder.

After marveling over the outside of the house, I look down to find Nas’s hand extended to me. “Come with me. Let me show you around,” he says, grinning, and I take his hand and let him lead me to the front door.

We step into an open space highlighted by a wide staircase leading to darkness upstairs. Even in the dark, I can tell the home is immaculate and beautiful, with gray walls and white baseboards. When Nas flicks on the light, the entire space lights up, showcasing gorgeous black and white paintings. Every space on the walls is filled with something artistic and beautiful, and I find myself wondering if Nas had a decorator.

“Wow,” I exclaim, taking it all in. “You have a beautiful home, Nas. I’m impressed.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he answers, before leading me by the hand into the library to the left of the front door. Nas turns a knob on the wall and the lights slowly illuminate. All four walls are covered head to toe with books, making my jaw drop.

“Holy shit, this is like my dream come true,” I gasp. “You have an actual library in your house. It’s beautiful.”