Desperate Times Desperate Measures

By Chastity Adams

Reagan Davis has the definition of the perfect life. She’s young, beautiful, and successful. With all her accomplishments there is still an emptiness that tortures her every day. At thirty years old she is single, lonely and desperate. But what do you do when what you desire the most, seem like the hardest thing to acquire? Do you throw in the towel and give up? Or do you keep pushing despite all odds? As Reagan faces turmoil after turmoil on her quest to find true love, she’s determined to do whatever it takes to capture her happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chastity Adams
• Release date: Feb 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463596678

Chastity Adams

Chastity Adams was born on May 31, 1982 in Wilson North Carolina. She grew up in the small town Stantonsburg, North Carolina. She was raised by her grandmother, Josephine Jacob Johnson. Because of her shyness, the things that she wanted to express but could not say seemed to come out easier on paper. And when she was eleven years old her grandmother bought her a diary as a Christmas gift. Which Chastity soon realized that not only was writing fun, it was also therapeutic, and there was power in putting a pen to paper. She immediately fell in love with the passion of being able to creatively express herself. Her writing started out simple with diary entries and poetry. When she got to high school and became involved in relationships, drama, sex, all the trials teenagers go through, she began recording these events in the form of short stories, pulling inspiration from friends and classmates, along with her own personal experiences which brought her stories to life. After the passing of her grandmother on December 3, 1999, Chastity started writing more and more, sometimes all day, writing was her outlet from the pain she constantly felt as she tried to adjust to life without her grandmother. Chastity Adams started out as a self-published author under the pen name Miss Radiance pushing her work with the help of amazon.com, Createspace, and Kindle Direct Publishing. She did this for two years until she signed with G Street Chronicles in January 2015. This deal opened doors to a new reading market for her, and also made it possible for her to meet, get to know, and be inspired, by her now Mentor Best Selling Author of The Pussy Trap Series...NeNe Capri. No longer affiliated with G Street Chronicles and back on her grind as an independent author, she felt it was time for a new, sexier, more edgy and mature brand so Chastity Adams was born. She has currently released her first of many novels to come. Her first erotic romance titled Treacherous Desire is available on amazon.com and Queencitybullies.com. She is also working on her next release Unsacred Matrimony, schedule to be released this fall, as well as many other literary works opportunities. Chastity Adams is dedicated to becoming an all-around literary business woman. Her career is her passion so if she could choose one thing to do for the rest of her life, writing would definitely be it. When you have something that you love and it completes you, like writing does for Chastity Adams there's nothing that can compare to that type of joy and happiness. Although she is very shy and still at times struggles with expressing herself verbally, something magical happens when she puts her pen to paper. Everything she wants to say and everything she feels oozes out. Chastity Adams is a single mother of one little girl, who is the light of her world, her ultimate pride and joy. Chastity Adams writes because of the love and passion she has for her craft, her main purpose is to entertain, take away stress and anxiety, or just brighten up someone else's day with her characters and the stories they tell. Please join Chastity Adams on her journey and enjoy the many blessings as they unfold.

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Desperate Times

Desperate Measures

By: Chastity Adams

Copyright © 2018 Chastity Adams

Desperate Times Desperate Measures

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CHAPTER 1

It was past 5:00 p.m., Reagan sat behind her mahogany, wooden desk, working on her Top Choice Management clients upcoming schedules. She was so focused, she didn’t see Julius Smith, standing in her doorway until he knocked.

Miss Reagan, you’re still working? He asked flashing his killer smile.

Yes, Julius, someone has to keep y’all schedules on track. Reagan’s eyes remained glued to the laptop.

What’s on my schedule this weekend?

Nothing, but you’ll be booked all next week with photo shoots and commercials.

So, I’m free this weekend, and you’re free this weekend, right?

Yes Julius, what are you beating around the bush about? I have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it.

You’re always working. When was the last time you actually went out and just had fun?

Not that it’s any of your business Julius, but I went on a couple dates a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, that was a waste of time, because he had to go to New York.

So, you’re free and single?

Are you trying to ask me out, Julius? Reagan cut her eyes at him.

Yes, and I’m not taking no for an answer. Julius boldly stated.

Boy you better stop playing, I am too old for you. You’re a year older than my baby brother.

I ain’t your brother and I don’t mind dating cougars. Matter of fact, they’re my favorite kinda women. Look I ain’t asking you to marry me or anything. Just go out with me tomorrow night and see what happens. Come on what do you have to lose Miss Reagan?

"Well, in that case, stop calling me Miss, just call me Reagan."

So, is that a yes?

Alright, Julius, I’ll go out with you, but only on a casual basis.

Good enough for me, although I must warn you, most women are addicted after one date, Julius smirked slyly.

See already you sound just like my arrogant, little brother. Reagan shook her head, wondering what she’d just gotten herself into.

Julius left Reagan’s office feeling good. He had conquered the task, he’d been trying to conquer since he signed to Top Choice Management. Reagan could not believe she’d just accepted a date with a twenty-two-year-old boy.

Damn, I really must be desperate. She mumbled to herself. What the hell he’s legal, fine, and willing to spend his Saturday night with me.

As Reagan was driving home, her cell phone vibrated inside her purse, alerting her of a text message.

//: Hey sweetie, got a few moments off my stakeout, was thinking about you. Hope all is well, wish you were here. Anyway, wishful thinking right, gotta go, take care. Trent!

Reagan exhaled heavily, the one man she wanted most was miles away, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. When she got home, to her neatly organized, three-bedroom mini-mansion. She removed her shoes and flopped down on the couch. Then responded to Trent’s text message.

//: Well you know me all work and no play. About to take a hot bubble bath and relax. Anyway, hope you’re safe. I miss you and wish you were here as well. But, hey a girl can dream, right? Reagan!

****

After her bubble bath, as Reagan lotioned her body, her mind was all over the place. So, she decided to call the one person she knew would be able to help her find clarity.

Do you think I’m crazy for going out with Julius? Reagan asked her best friend and business partner Samantha, after explaining her dilemma.

I still can’t believe he asked you out. I always knew Julius was fresh. But hey, I say go for it. If I wasn’t married and his young ass asked me, I’d definitely jump at the chance. I mean it’s just one date, Reagan. Samantha said.

I just don’t want people to think I’m desperate you know.

Yeah, I know, but didn’t you say you were willing to do whatever it takes to find your prince?

Yeah, but I don’t want to be a cradle robber, or hoe in the process Sam.

You won’t be, stop being scared, and just go out with the damn boy. Trust me it’ll do you some good before you go to Miami.

Okay, okay you don’t have to badger me, I’m going.

Reagan went to bed dreaming about the man she wanted the most and the life she’d love to have with him. The next morning, instead of working out at home. She went to the public gym not far from her house. She was twenty minutes into her work out when she noticed a handsome guy staring her down. She knew he was admiring her black, skin-tight printed pants, and a red and black sports bra.

Reagan loved his body and his skin, she knew he wasn’t black, but she was intrigued. His body was very toned, his hair was long, jet-black, and pulled into a ponytail, he had a very sexy goatee and light brown eyes.

The guy admired her toned, golden-tanned legs, as he approached her with a smile. I haven’t seen you here before. He said with a deep voice that gave Reagan chills.

Reagan also noticed he had an accent. I usually work out at home. I decided to do it differently today. Reagan commented with a smile, exposing her beautiful dimples.

Lucky me, I’m Corbin. he extended his hand to her, staring into her hazel-green eyes.

Nice to meet you, Corbin, I’m Reagan. Reagan shook his hand. So, do you come here often?

Yes, I’m a personal trainer.

Oh really, maybe you can be my personal trainer.

Baby, you don’t need a trainer, Corbin eyed her up and down seductively. You’re perfectly fine.

Thank you, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you?

What do you mean?

Are you black…white…?

I’m Mexican, straight out of Santa Cruz, New Mexico.

What are you doing in Cali?

I attended college at USC and decided to stay.

Reagan’s smile widened, Oh wow, I graduated from USC in two thousand six.

So, that would make you about twenty-eight?

Reagan chuckled, I wish, I’ll be thirty next week.

Well, you don’t look a day over twenty-one. Corbin complimented.

Reagan’s blushed, Thank you.

Well, I have to get back to work. How about you give me your number. Maybe we can hook up for your birthday?

You can give me your number, I’ll call you. Reagan agreed.

Corbin extended his hand once more, I look forward to hearing from you.

After Reagan finished her workout, Corbin greeted her as she came out of the lady’s locker room. He slipped a piece of paper in her hand. Call me any time, beautiful. He stated and hurried off.

Reagan stuffed the piece of paper inside the side opening of her gym bag, as she exited the gym. Later that night, she prepared for her date. She decided to wear a long, red, spaghetti strap dress, with red thongs, a red strapless bra, and matching heels. She let her brownish hair down, and she wore a little eyeshadow and lipstick. For the finishing touch, she put on white gold, diamond, heart earrings. The red dress accentuated her smooth almond skin, her 36C cup breasts, and hugged her curves nicely. When she looked in the mirror, she was proud of the reflection looking back at her.

****

Whoa, damn you look good. Julius complimented, after arriving twenty-five minutes late.

Nice of you to finally show up. Reagan nagged, grabbing her purse, ready to walk out the door.

She couldn’t help but noticed how cute Julius looked, with his chocolate baby face, brown eyes, and fresh cornrows.

My bad, I lost track of time. Julius apologized.

I’m not a fan of tardiness, Julius, you know that, Reagan fussed.

I’ll keep that in mind for future references.

Boy, you’ll be lucky to get a second date, you’re already on strike one.

Oh word, well I’ma see if I can’t fix that before the night’s over.

When they got to Julius’s car, he didn’t bother to open the door for Reagan or close it after she got in. Reagan was having bad feelings about this date, from the moment, Julius arrived. As he pulled into the parking lot of the Dynamite nightclub, she knew things were going to get worse before they got better.

Why are we here, Julius? Reagan asked hoping this wasn’t their date.

Reagan, I told you I wanted to have fun. Julius reminded.

Julius obviously you got the wrong impression. A fun date is not at a club, surrounded by a bunch of twenty-year-old kids. I knew going out with you was a mistake, Reagan fumed.

Reagan, why don’t you just give it a chance. If it’s that bad, I’ll take you home.

Reagan wasn’t feeling the atmosphere. Usually, when she came to clubs it was to support her brother. Since she didn’t want to be a Debbie Downer, she followed Julius into the VIP room. As they got comfortable Julius started kissing and rubbing all over her.

Julius stop, I’m ready to go home, Reagan said pushing Julius off her.

You know you want this fine piece of chocolate?

I’m usually not even into chocolate. I was just trying to open up, but you’re going too far, I’m ready to go.

Too bad, I drove so you ain’t goin’ nowhere until I’m ready.

Reagan took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, Julius continued trying to suck and kiss on Reagan’s neck. He pressed his body so close on her, she could feel his erection through his black khakis.

Julius get off of me. Reagan snapped.

Before Julius could respond to her request, he was grabbed by his neck, from behind, and snatched off of Reagan.

The lady asked you to get off her. Corbin barked angrily.

Man, who the hell are you? Julius looked Corbin up and down.

I’m a concerned citizen. Corbin winked at Reagan.

This ain’t none of your business, dude. Julius fussed.

That’s where you’re wrong little man. Corbin refused to back down.

Why don’t we let the lady decide what she wants? Julius shot his eyes over at Reagan.

Reagan rolled her eyes, got up from the seat, and fixed her dress. Please take me home, I’m ready to call it a night.

Find your own way home, I ain’t ready to leave yet, and you’re killin’ my buzz.

Reagan stormed out of the club unfazed. She was standing out front about to call a cab on her cell when Corbin approached her.

No need to wasting your money, I’ll take you home. Corbin offered.

Are you stalking me? Reagan asked quizzically.

I’m a bouncer at this club, for extra cash and something to do on Saturday nights. Since we asking questions. What you doing with that child anyway?

He asked and I figured what the hell since I wasn’t doing anything anyway.

So, if I would’ve asked you out today, I would’ve been wasting my time?

But you didn’t ask me out. You told me to call you later. Had you asked me I might’ve said yes. Anyway, thank you for looking out for me.

You can always show your appreciation, by letting me treat you to dinner. My house isn’t far from here. We can stop by there, so I can change, and be on our way.

Reagan thought about that for a moment, she was hungry, and she didn’t want to waste a good dress.

Sure, why not. She shrugged.

You’re looking good in that dress, by the way. No wonder little man couldn’t keep his hands off you.

"Shut up and get me out of here.

****

Please excuse my apartment, I live alone so… Corbin kicked clothes out of the walkway as they entered his apartment.

I live alone too, Corbin and my house don’t look like this, Reagan said disgustedly.

You’re a woman cleaning comes natural to y’all.

Just go get changed.

I won’t be long.

Corbin took a quick shower and got dressed in black khakis, a red collared dress shirt, and black shoes.

You look nice and smell nice. Reagan complimented Corbin when he came back downstairs. She could smell his Michael Jordan cologne clearly and was slightly aroused.

So where do you want to go? Corbin politely asked.

Have you ever eaten at, Ashley’s? Reagan asked.

No, but isn’t that the restaurant owned by the pretty singer that died?

Yeah, she was my sister in law.

She was married to Young Luke the rapper, right?

Yep, that’s my baby brother, his producer and label owner Raphael is my twin brother, and I’m their manager.

Wow, that’s crazy. Corbin shot her a shocking look.

That’s my life, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I knew you were like that when I saw you earlier.

Reagan raised her eyebrows, Knew I was like what, Corbin?

So, focused on your career you rarely have time to enjoy life.

What’s wrong with that? I have to work hard to stay ahead of the game to keep my dream alive. Otherwise, the next manager will take my place.

I understand, but you still have to make time for yourself.

Reagan and Corbin went to Ashley’s Family Restaurant, they enjoyed a great meal and each other ‘s company. Afterward, they went to a late movie. Corbin was the perfect gentleman and spared no expense making her happy. After the movie, they went back to Corbin’s house, drank coffee and talked until about two in the morning.

Damn, I didn’t know it was so late. I better get home. Reagan said.

Okay let me grab my keys. Corbin hurriedly got up and grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter.

Corbin took Reagan home, walked her to the door and for the first time that night, got a long kiss on the lips.

I had a great time tonight, Corbin, Reagan said when they parted.

So, does this mean we’re going out again? Corbin asked smiling.

Reagan softly wiped her lipstick off his lips, I’ll have to check my schedule, but I’m sure we can arrange something.

I’m going to hold you to that. Corbin embraced her long and tight.

Good night, Corbin, Reagan responded after he released her.

Night Reagan.

That following Monday when Reagan returned to work, Julius was waiting in her office with his lawyer. Reagan already knew things wouldn’t go over so well.

What’s going on, Julius? Reagan asked taking a seat in her black leather chair.

Ms. Davis, my client wants to be released from your management company. Julius’s lawyer Devin Patterson announced.

Well is your client aware that he signed a two-year contract? He still has six months left on that contract.

I am aware, Julius spoke angrily.

Good, then you know how this goes. You can either buy out your contract or wait until the six months is over.

My client is prepared to take you to court, Ms. Davis

Julius you’re only pissed because I wouldn’t fuck you last night. Mr. Patterson, please advise your client that if he takes me to court, I will charge him with sexual misconduct.

No need for that Ms. Davis, we’ll buy the contract out. I’ll have my secretary mail the documents to you asap.

Thank you, Devin, it’s been nice doing business with you.

Devin and Reagan shook hands, and Reagan politely kicked them out of her office.

Reagan rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. See, this is why I don’t mix business, with pleasure. From now on all work and no play means exactly that.

CHAPTER 2

Reagan and Corbin pulled into the gym parking lot at the same time. He got out of his Durango and rushed over to Reagan’s car, opening the door before she turned the ignition off good.

Somebody’s happy to see me. Reagan boasted smiling.

I been thinking about you all night, happy birthday baby, Corbin said in that accent Reagan loved. I hope you’re ready for an intense work out session.

Bring it on Corbin, I ain’t scared.

We’ll see about that. Corbin playfully smacked her ass, as she walked ahead of him, entering the gym.

As Corbin predicted the workout was a little more intense than Reagan had ever experienced. As they worked out, Reagan couldn’t ignore how sexy Corbin was, with his hair pulled back into a ponytail and his shirtless torso drenched with sweat.

What are you looking at? Corbin asked as Reagan tried not to stare.

Nothing. Reagan lied looking at the floor.

You can admit if you’re turned on. I won’t hold it against you…promise. Corbin eyed her slyly licking his lips.

Whatever, stay focused, Corbin, Reagan replied trying hard to follow her own advice.

Corbin went back to his personal arm weight reps. So, what do you have planned for your birthday anyway? Other than spending time with your handsome boyfriend that is.

Boyfriend…I don’t recall asking you to be my boyfriend. Reagan asked raising two ten-pound arm weights.

You didn’t have to ask, I just volunteered. Corbin arrogantly replied.

Yeah okay, we’ll see if you play your cards right, Corbin, Reagan told him and continued working out.

Later that afternoon, Courtney, Desiree, Kandie, and Samantha accompanied Reagan on her yearly birthday shopping spree. Afterward, the girls treated her to lunch at the Vermont and they chatted about additional birthday plans and her dilemma with Corbin.

Even though he hasn’t mentioned it, the sexual tension between us has been crazy, Reagan admitted. Today he volunteered himself to be my boyfriend.

I say accept his invitation and have sex with the man, Desiree said.

Desiree, I haven’t known this man two full weeks yet, Reagan responded.

Maybe so, but you’ve thought about having sex with him, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation, Samantha added.

Reagan do what you feel is right. Raphael and I made love the first night we met. Every moment with Raphael felt right. I could also see him in my future, so it wasn’t a hard decision. Bottom line is if you can picture a future with Corbin, go for it. Courtney advised.

Thanks, Courtney, but I still don’t know what I’m going to do. Corbin is fine and he makes me feel so comfortable when I’m with him.

Reagan friends nodded their heads in agreement with her. As bad as she wanted them to give her an answer that made sense. She knew everyone had their opinions, but at the end of the day, she had to make her own decision.

Her birthday party was scheduled to start at 9:00 P.M. at club Sizzle. Instead of her cordial self, she decided to be fashionably late. As she pulled into the club parking lot, her cell phone vibrated with a text message.

//: On my way home from work, been a busy day. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday...Wow, the BIG 3-0. Hope you get everything you desire. Wish I could be there, to celebrate with you. Missin’ You always ~Trent!

He’s so sweet, Reagan said exhaling hard, then texting back.

//: Thank you so much, on my way to my party hopefully it’ll be a blast. I miss you too, wish you were here as well. ~Reagan!

After sending her text, she gave her keys to the valet. As she approached the entrance, she saw Raphael, Luke, and Tate standing at the front entrance.

What are you three idiots doing out here? Reagan asked hugging them.

How you gonna be late for my party? Raphael joked.

Last time I checked we were born on the same day, so it’s our party. Reagan corrected.

I’m just fuckin’ with ya, happy birthday sis, Raphael said pulling her into his arms, holding her.

Happy birthday, Ray, Reagan said looking up at him.

Okay, can we go in now, I’m ready to get my party on. She insisted after they parted.

The club was packed with Reagan and Raphael’s family and friends. Just the fact, that all their loved ones were there, ready to share their special day with them, was enough. The first person that approached Reagan as they entered the club was Corbin.

Reagan was pleasantly shocked, I thought you weren’t going to make it due to your training session?

I wasn’t going to miss your birthday for anything, Reagan. I told you, you’re mine now and I’m going to do all I can to make you happy. Corbin replied. Happy Birthday baby! He said scooping her up in his arms.

Thank you! Reagan responded. I’m glad you’re here, have you met my brothers yet?

Yeah, I met them before earlier, they kinda interrogated me a little bit, Corbin replied shrugging it off.

Yeah, they do that a lot. Sorry. Reagan apologized smiling.

It’s okay, I’m not easily intimidated. But I do know, they love you very much and wants what’s best for you.

Thanks, Corbin, I’m glad things went well, but I’m ready to party. Come dance with me. Reagan grabbed Corbin by the hand.

I’d love too, lead the way birthday girl. Corbin complied.

Reagan took Corbin by the hand and led him onto the dance floor. Lil’ Rock was playing the new joint Anything to Find You by Monica featuring Rick Ross. The rest of the night went by smoothly for Reagan. She had so much fun she lost track of time until the music stopped and Lil’ Rock’s voice boomed through the speakers.

Okay, party people it’s almost time to go! Lil’ Rock yelled. I’m gonna dedicate this last song to the birthday man and woman. Raphael, Reagan grab a partner and get on the dance floor, hopefully, this will get y’all in the mood for later tonight.

Reagan and Courtney blushed as the sounds of Jeremih’s song Birthday Sex echoed throughout the club. This time Corbin led Reagan onto the dance floor, the lights went out, and blue lights shined over them as they grooved.

As the party started winding down, Reagan said her goodbyes with hugs and kisses. Then she got in her car and followed Corbin back to his place.

****

Wow, it looks a lot better, Reagan commented admiring how clean his apartment suddenly was.

Well, last time I was caught off guard. I was hoping you’d come tonight, so I had time to prepare. Come on your gift is back here. Corbin grabbed Reagan by the waist and led her to his bedroom. Alright, little mama have a seat. He instructed.

Okay but make this quick I gotta get home. Reagan slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

No need to rush baby, it’s still your birthday and the night’s still young.

Corbin handed Reagan a small velvet grey box, that she accepted with a smile.

I hope you like it, Corbin said.

I’m sure, I will. Reagan opened the box and blushed.

It was a small white gold ring, with three heart-shaped diamonds. Reagan had an eye for jewelry, so she knew the ring was real, but she didn’t know what it meant.

You’re wondering what the ring is for, right? Corbin noticed the confused look on her face.

Yes, we haven’t known each other long enough for a commitment like this. Reagan protested.

It’s a promise ring, Reagan. This ring is my way of letting you know, that I promise to be everything you need me to be. I promise to always be honest with you. I promise to always treat you like a lady. I promise to support you and be the best man I can be.

Reagan fought