Dear Diamond

She wasn’t mine to claim—I knew nothing about her. But then our eyes met… She danced on stage, exposed in more ways than just her lack of clothing. I expected to see lust. Instead, I got anger, hatred, resentment. She was in deep with the company I’d escaped, and my presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I refused to let them have her. I’d protect her at all costs. After all, they owed me. Dear Diamond is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Stephie Walls · Urbano

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Chapter 41: Nikki

The immediate sense of loss I felt when he pulled out and rolled onto his back hit me in the gut like a power punch thrown by a professional boxer.

I refused to let my heart get involved. After tonight, I'd go home, back to the slum of an apartment I shared with Ma. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have to spend any more nights getting naked at Swank, but I wasn't even assured of that. This wasn't a fairytale, and Ryker didn't have on armor. His trusty steed was a black Harley, but the last time I checked, tattoos didn't repel bullets. Our worlds hadn't changed just because we'd gotten naked.

We'd fucked.

Twice.

That was it.

Ryker wasn't looking for a relationship, and I didn't need to be.

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