Reign Supreme 2: Only A Queen Can Reign

By Reese Nicole

Reign and Myra have the same goal in common: to make it out of Indianapolis and into the music industry, and after a long battle with producers, backstabbing friends and run-ins with the law, it seems that they might make it after all.

After almost losing the love of her life, Reign is more cautious with who she places her tim

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tanner Entertainment LLC
• Release date: Jun 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798218216610

Reese Nicole

Reese is an up-and-coming author. When she is not writing, she's working, spending time with her family, cooking and reading. This is her second published book, the second in her Reign Supreme trilogy.

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Reign Supreme 2

Only A Queen Can Reign

Dedicated to my mother, Shannon Smith. Thank you for not only being my mom, but also my best friend.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are completely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyrights © 2023 by Shaurese Tanner

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

One

Skyla

Skyla rolled her eyes for what felt like the one hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. She moaned in Cedric’s ear to boost his ego but inside, she was huffing and puffing. She hated putting on these performances for this weak stroking nigga but the money; the money was everything.

I’m fucking this pussy good, ain’t I? Cedric grunted as he continued to try to touch areas inside her he knew damn well he could never reach.

Mmhmm, you sure are daddy. She didn’t even try to sound believable, he wasn’t paying attention to her anyways. When she’d first started having sex with Cedric, she’d go all out, putting on a performance so good she deserved an Oscar. But, after one night, when she fell asleep during a session and she realized he hadn’t even noticed, she gave minimal effort.

She laid there thinking about what she would eat for dinner tonight and what time her boyfriend’s flight would touch down while Cedric continued his conquest to an orgasm. She couldn’t decide between shrimp or steak. Red wine or white? Would she wear her Victoria secret lingerie or the red onesie she had gotten from Cirilla’s? Should she buy her man 2K21 or Call of Duty? Her mind was everywhere but in the dank musty motel room Cedric had brought her to. She had grown so numb to this fifty-two-year-old man hunching her, she could drift off anywhere.

She cringed when she felt droplets of his sweat drip onto her chest. She rolled her eyes again. Please hurry the fuck up nigga. As if on cue, he tensed up and whined in her ear that he was about to cum. Fucking finally, she thought. He pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach. He then collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath while she stared at the ceiling. She absolutely hated when he did that, it was extremely disgusting to her. His sweat and cum just sandwiched between them made her want to hurl but she didn’t dare tell him she didn’t like it. Last time she had told him what he couldn’t do, he’d cut her off for a month and she’d be damned if she would lose out on this quick cash. After a while, she couldn’t take it anymore and wiggled from underneath him, making a beeline for the bathroom to shower off his sweat and essence.

He didn’t deserve to touch her chocolate skin. He didn’t deserve to hear her sultry voice and look into her deep brown eyes while feeling her tight, wet pussy on his four inch, shriveled up dick. She was mad. When she and her best friend Cynthia had gone looking for a sugar daddy, she was trying her best to find a daddy who didn’t want no sugar. Cynthia had lucked up and found a man in his eighties and as much as he probably would have loved to cram her white cooter, his dick basically didn’t even work anymore, he just wanted her for conversation and time. Cynthia was sure she was in his will, he didn’t have living kids, not even an ex-wife. She was all he had left in this world, other than his money and materials, and he loved her. But Skyla, she had only been fortunate enough to find Cedric and though he was rich from the numerous clubs he owned in Texas, she hated breaking him off some of her sweet sugar for it. It was downright degrading.

When she was clean and dry, she walked back into the room, ready to leave, only to find Cedric passed out, sprawled over the blanket, snoring. She attempted to shake him awake. Get up nigga. She was ready to go but she needed her money. He groaned and turned over. Bro, get the fuck up. She tried to remain calm but everything about this man irritated the fuck out of her. If he didn’t give her such a large amount of money like he did, she’d have been ghosted his crusty ass a long time ago. She shook him more violently until he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.

What baby? He grumbled.

Can I get my money? I got places to go. She huffed.

Oh, my bad. He snickered, leaning over the bed to dig in the pockets of his pants. After shuffling around, he found his wallet and pulled out a wad of hundreds. She didn’t wait for him to count it out, she took it out of his hand, turned on her heels and made a quick getaway out the door. Aye, let me schedule something for next week. He called out as the door shut behind her. She ignored him and kept walking towards the lobby of the motel. She couldn’t believe this nigga had actually flown out here from Texas just to get some ass. She had only been in Indy for a month, and she knew he had other sugar babies, there was no way he was only funding her. He had a high sex drive for a fifty-year-old man, and she refused to sleep with him more than twice a month, so why he was so thirsty that he had to get his ass on a flight to get some of her coochie was beyond her.

She got in her car and pulled her phone from her pocket. She texted her boyfriend Anthony and asked him how much longer his flight would be. The only good thing about Cedric coming out here was that he’d also booked Anthony a flight too. When Cedric had first called her to let her know he was on his way, she made it a point to let him know if he was coming, so was Anthony. Of course, Cedric and Anthony knew about each other, the money she got from Cedric paid their rent. She was extremely excited to see him, she had paid for a hotel room for them to spend a week in before he had to go back home.

She wished she could go with him, but she was on a mission. She couldn’t leave until she found out who had tried to kill her cousin, they had to pay for what they had done. She had her ears to the street, waiting to hear anything about it although she had minimal luck, and Facebook sleuths’ theories were all over the place. Most people believed it was Kalvin, who hadn’t been seen in almost a year now, with the belief being that he’d done it because Serenity and Drea were having an affair behind his back. Skyla refused to believe that. Serenity was a lot of things, but she wasn’t no pussy eater. Others had believed that it was D’Vern until his body had surfaced in White River. Skyla had her brother Steven talking to any and everybody he could but All they really had was what-ifs and maybes.

Skyla stayed by Serenity’s side most of the time, she read her diaries and journals. Skyla learned some hectic things about her cousin but nothing that would help her find Serenity’s attacker. She also asked her questions to try to trigger her memory, but nothing helped. There were times when she was frustrated and thought about going back to Houston, but she knew she had to stay and figure it out. She felt like a detective, and she had to solve the case no matter what. Her whole life, it had been her and Serenity. Growing up as the oldest and closely aged practically made them besties from the jump. They were only a month apart, and since the day they had been laid together in a crib to take a picture by their moms, they had been inseparable. That is, until Skyla’s mom had uprooted them to Texas. Serenity was her cousin, her sister, her best friend, her roll dog, her hitta, her only true confidant. Skyla didn’t care how many bitches came into her life claiming to be friends, they would never and could never replace Serenity, even when she moved, they talked