Camora Black 的作品

CadenHe hadn't slept.Immediately the got back to the estate, he went to his wing of the house and got in shower. He stood under the water for thirty minutes, dried up and went to lay on his bed. It was a useless attempt. Sleep evaded him.It was not unusual for him to stay awake through the night. What was unusual was the reason behind it. Usually, he stayed up working; his insomnia made him productive. He looked for problems to solve, but today he had no direction.He'd been at his desk since three in the morning. He'd read the same border report four times and retained nothing. He was about to rip the paper when a text came in.Caden & Marcus Marcus: You're awake. Caden: Obviously. Marcus: I'm coming over. Caden: It's not yet six. Marcus: I know. Marcus: I need to tell you something in person. I'll be there in twenty minutes.Caden was typing when Marcus double-texted. He wondered what Marcus had to say. He set the phone down and stretched. Then he looked at the wolf carvi

SerenaShe was on her feet for nine hours before the night even started, and the heels on her feet were Lena's idea entirely."They're three inches," Lena said, from the bathroom doorway of Serena's apartment, watching her try to walk normally across the hardwood."Three inches is a philosophical position," Serena said. "My feet are not interested in philosophy.""You look incredible." She said, beaming at Serana."I look like someone who is thinking about her feet."Lena laughed. She was already dressed in a burgundy wrap dress, gold hoops she'd bought in a market in Accra three summers ago. Her natural hair was pinned up, soft and high. She was four inches shorter than Serena, but nobody knew because she wore monster heels and had the energy of a firecracker. Before she entered the room, she'd already decided to have a good time.Serena looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Black bandage dress, sleeveless, mid-length. Her hair was down; it was a feature she loved. Natural thick

CadenThe suit cost more than most men in this city earned in a month, and Caden Wolfe hated wearing it. It was a dark gray suit; inside, he wore a black shirt with the first button undone. He knew he’d be in a magazine tomorrow with a breakdown of the prices. It wasn’t just about the suit. It was everything: the clothes, the city, the eyes on him. Portland did its best, but he was never actually at peace anywhere. The rain on asphalt, pine threading down from the West Hills, the river carrying secrets that may never come to light. Portland was not a terrible city, but cities were cities. Too many bodies, too many voices, and most times they all wanted to speak to him. His schedule was always full, and people always had opinions on what he should do. It didn’t make it easier that he ran the most successful shipping company in the city. Caden had learned to manage things. As a leader, his life meant managing discomforts, including this party.He stood at the upper rail of Onyx. The