Novels by Temilade

Carter’s POV The noise in the club is very welcome. I can’t afford the thoughts of a certain someone that fills my head when there’s silence. I twirl the glass in the mind while I scout the crowd. I catch sight of Dom blatantly flirting with a guy in the presence of his fuming partner. Yeah my second in command is bi. But Dom built his reputation well so his coming out was met with little criticism that died down just as quickly as it appeared . Plus I’d kill everyone off before they would dare disrespect him. He looks up at me and i gesture for him to come up. He leans in and whispers something to the very obviously flustered guy and he nods eagerly. As Dom leaves, the guy turns to face his partner who starts laying into him but it looks like Dom’s interest is too intoxicating for him to care and his partner storms out. I sigh and shake my head. We just opened shop and we’re already losing customers. “This better be important or you’re sucking my dick tonight.” “Gladly.

Isla’s POV “Should I just skip school today..?” It's Friday. I sigh as I look at my class schedule again and the words, PROFESSOR WINSTON: ART HISTORY, stare back at me, I groan. After the embarrassing incident with my history arts teacher, who I have the hots for, the universe must definitely be against me, I just had to have history arts the very next day. “Girl come on, it’s not like he’s going to hate you. It was a mistake and he made that little comment too. Again, so hot!” I roll my eyes at the last statement. “You didn’t see him. He was staring at me like he could see my soul..” I go back to that night- the look he gave me seemed so much like… I can’t even think of a way to describe it and then the look of amusement when he saw that I noticed. I shiver involuntarily as I clear my thoughts. “Come on, I’ll drop you off, I don’t have classes today.” I sigh as I let Evan drag me out to his car. ----- He didn’t acknowledge me. He has been teaching for a little

Isla’s POV The hiss of the espresso machine was the soundtrack of my college life. Not glamorous, not exciting - just steady. Safe. My part time job at the coffee shop wasn’t much but it paid for books and rent, and for a few hours a day, I could feel normal. “Double latte for Sam,” I called out, sliding the cup across the counter with my best customer service smile, as “Sam” walks…or waddles over looking like he really could use the shot of caffeine. “Of course, he wouldn’t leave a tip.” I stifle a giggle as I watch Sam try to walk straight out of the shop. “Come in here smelling like booze.. the nerve” I turn around with a humorous look on my face to see my best friend and coworker sneering at poor Sam with a look of what one would think is disgust but is really just jealousy. Evan hasn’t been able to party for a few weeks now trying to meet a deadline for a school project so he has been pretty miserable and projecting on other people. “what are you doing out here? Y