Feature of the Month

She shouldn’t have gone alone that night. Grace Ross should’ve stayed home and binged a show instead of going out dancing because doing so changed her whole life and dragged her into the Chinese mafia with an iron fist.

Teaser Time!

Praying her birth control was on point a few moments later as she rode a small ride of bliss. It was all over too soon then he kissed her and helped her to her feet.
“It was nice to meet you, Grace.” He winked then yanked up his pants and left her alone breathing heavy. She wanted more sex, more freaking orgasms and stronger releases but he left her wanting. After a quick adjustment she marched out, going to head home and finish herself when she slammed into a strong body.
“Fuck.” She pulled back and her stomach dropped as she stared up at the man, the myth, the fucking head of the Chinese Mafia staring down at her. She swallowed hard and backed up a little more.
“Evening.” His left brow arched the question burning in his gaze.
“Evening, Lang. How are you doing tonight?” She licked her lower lip and he followed the movement with his gaze. The shear power pulsing of his body made her body hum but she pushed it down. The desire she still held a few moments ago grew standing so close to this very dangerous man. I must have a fucking type if I find him attractive. She tried not to think about it.
“Wonderful, Grace Ross.” He grinned like he knew everything about her. Hell, he probably did because he owned this place she visited almost every Friday.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” She adjusted her dress giving herself something to do.
“No, you can head back to the dance floor. But a word of caution.” He paused grabbing her attention like a vice grip. “Shen tends to obsess. If you have issues let me know.” He pulled away giving her room to walk past.
“Obsess? Like dangerous stalker vibes or puppy love follows me around to be as helpful as possible?” She didn’t move and he chuckled low.
“I guess you’ll see.” He was freaking amused over this change in questions but she wasn’t enjoying this one bit.
“Based off his past, what was he?” She rose her voice, anger strangling her desire to live and he stepped back in front of her.
“Are you really going to challenge me in my club?”

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Two months after the interaction with Shen and Lang she had avoided the club but now she had to fucking go back. With Lang’s warning she’d expected to have Shen at her house in a few days tops if not with in hours. But nothing like that happened.
Now she didn’t have a fucking choice, she needed to talk to Shen because of all the nights her birth control had to fucking fail, it was that damn night. And now she was fucking pregnant.