What The Heart Desires

By Erica Storm

This book (BWWM, Interracial, African American, and Multicultural) is for individuals 18 and over.

Twenty-five year old Leila Brooks thinks she has found the love of her life, and she has it all together when she becomes the fiancée of the successful club owner, tall dark and handsome Troy Jameson. But she doesn’t see what’s coming next, and it will cause her to question her whole life, where she rushes out into the night like a crazy woman, only to be mistaken for a lady of the evening by the gorgeous thirty something, and very rich, Evan Hunter.
Evan Hunter has just caught his best friend making love to his fiancée in the bathroom at a company party, and he goes on a drunken spree determine to make love to the first woman who wants him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Aug 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311070197

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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Chapter 1

I had a bad night last night and now I can’t get out of bed, but I manage and go in to work. It started when I visited my fiancé’s night club with a girlfriend from work. I’m a low level bank manager who rarely has time to go anywhere or do anything, but at Tamika’s insistence I thought what could a little drinking and dancing hurt? As a matter of fact it might do me some good to some place and see what’s going on outside of the bank.  

Don’t believe in banker’s hours. They don’t exist for people like me. We work from sun up to sundown especially if you have a boss like mine, who likes to take off and go shopping with two hours lunch breaks, where I have to oversee the tellers and Ok business checks.

I’m usually exhausted in the evenings when I get home. Then I cook for my fiancé, Troy. He likes home cook meals.

Living with a handsome black man who thinks women are made to serve and obey him wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I met Troy, a successful businessman, but I got used to it. He owns several restaurants and clubs in Manhattan and spends many days and nights overseeing every movement of his business.

I got off early Friday because the bank manager said that I could take off because the auditors were coming in, and Monday would be my day to work until eight pm.

Tamika had her purse ready when she stood at my desk. What the F are you doing? We are off early and we can go drinking and dancing for once and have dinner before we go to Troy’s club. We should be out of the door by now. Isn’t he out of town anyway?"

He said he was.

Good then. Now get your ass up and we can get out of here before they stop us at the door and say there’s some kind of mistake. Tamika grabs my arm and I stand looking for my keys and purse. 

We can have a little fun at Troy’s club tonight before he gets back. I don’t know why you put up with his shit anyway? He acts like your daddy or something. Tells you what to wear, where to go, and when to go out. Tamika is still complaining about Troy and the job as we head out the office down the escalator.

I know Tamika but I need some structure in my life.

If you want some structure, then commit a crime and go to prison. You’ll get less structure there than being with him. Tamika made a lot of sense but it worked for us and I didn’t want to rock the boat. Besides, Troy didn’t care for Tamika as much as she didn’t like him. I wasn’t about to make things worse by telling her that. But she probably knew it anyway and didn’t care.

Tamika would call at our apartment trying to get me to go clubbing with her and piss Troy off and the arguments would start.

She stood in front of me in the lobby, "Ok. Let’s go