Love Don't Live Here Anymore by Keke Renee Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Love
Don't Live Here Anymore
Andrew
Sisters Book 1
by
Keke Renee
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Vanessa
Andrew is done with love. She decided that from now on, everyone she
meets is a suspect. All she wants to do is focus on building her
clothing store up, but her plans take an interesting turn when a
chance meeting with the handsome owner of the building leaves her
confused, frustrated, and her heart pounding.
Isaiah
Reed, a playboy by night and business mogul by day, acquires a nearly
defunct property; he has no idea that a curvaceous designer is poised
to fight him at every turn.
Will
the pair on opposite sides of a fight join forces in and out of the
bedroom or will their head-to-head challenge lead to
disaster?
Warning:
13kShort Story, Adult language, fast paced, explicit sex scenes, with
a HFN.This is not a sweet and fluffy romance.
Forty-five
minutes later, I was getting out of my Uber, carrying a sketchbook,
coffee mug, and listening to a classic Tamia song “Stranger in My
House” as I returned a text message on my phone. While closing the
door of the Uber, engrossed in my phone, I bumped into a hard body
and fell on my ass, spilling my favorite coffee on my dress, phone,
and shoes.
I
blew a frustrated breath of air. “What the hell?” I yelled at the
person that wasn’t paying attention. “Excuse
me,” he replied as he gathered his things and bent down to help me,
feeling annoyed with his closeness and my vagina thumping wanting to
jump his bones. Smacked
his hand away, I stood up and cursed at the coffee stain on my new
dress. “Look what you did!” “Lady,
you ran into me. If you weren’t so caught up in texting your
boyfriend you’d notice someone coming,” he informed me and
started to walk around to go into the office building I was entering. "For
your information, I wasn't texting a boyfriend. I was replying to a
client and why am I explaining myself to a stranger,” I responded
in annoyance, grabbing my purse, phone, and sketchbook off the
ground. I wiped the liquid off my hands, face, and legs. I noticed he
was holding the door and I rolled my eyes as I walked ahead of him. “So
now you decide to be a Gentleman. All men are just the-” “Sweetie,
my day was going well until you opened your mouth. If you're done or
finished, I’d like to get on with my business. You're not hurt so
you don’t need medical assistance,” He told me and walked off
toward the elevator. “I’m
not your Sweetie, asshole!” I shouted behind his back. The
demanding tone and angered glare had me a little scared, at the same
time wet. I promised myself after dealing with Troy I’d never date
again, but seeing this tall drink of water standing in front of me up
close, had me rethinking a few things. He was about 6’3 in height,
with a moustache and goatee lined up to perfection with no bumps.
Whoever his barber is, they’re doing a great job. Made me want to
rub my hand up and down his cheek. He had a low-cut wave with sharp
cheekbones and broad nose. His lips were full, and his skin was a
deep brown. His eyes were deep-set, kind of bugged out with me
annoying him, framed with thick, trimmed eyebrows. Shaking
off any impure thoughts and walking toward the elevator, I got on as
the crowd piled inside. Just my luck we ended up next to each other
in the back, with my back to his chest. The heat radiating off his
breath on my neck caused butterflies in my stomach and moisture in my
panties. I closed my eyes. Stay focused. The
elevator finally stopped on my floor and lo and behold, I almost
stumbled trying to get through the crowd, he ends up getting off at
the same level. “Are
you following me?” I questioned as we both turned in the same
direction. “Don’t
flatter yourself,” he responded and walked off toward another glass
door, and I stopped at the receptionist desk. Her name reads Pamela. “Welcome
to Reed and Associates. How can I help you?” Pamela asked. "Yes,
I have an appointment with an Isaiah Reed about my store, "A
Style's Eye" on 2324 Benson Street in Burbank. It’s currently
on the market to be sold, and I recently signed a year's lease. I
have paperwork from the owners of the building that my lease is null
and void, because they sold the building to Reed and Associates
without even giving much notice."
“Do
you have an appointment Miss?” Pamela asked rudely and typed my
name into the computer. “Miss
Andrew, and no Pamela, I don’t have an appointment, and I’m not
leaving until I speak with someone in charge!” I raised my voice. She
clenched her fists and looked around at everyone in the lobby
watching us. “I
could have security escort you out,” Pamela smugly replied. Debating
if I should snap back at her or not, since I really didn’t have a
scheduled appointment. I thought if I could plead my case the owners
would rethink the issue of demolishing the property. I walked over to
the lounge and flopped down on the chair in the lobby and texted my
sister Isabella. Our parents celebrated their twenty-fifth
anniversary. Even though Isabella’s a tax attorney, she could still
pull some strings or pretend to anyway, until I can figure out the
next steps. Hearing
a throat clear, and smelling that same cologne from my run in
outside, I look up and see the guy I bumped into. “Yes?” “Follow
me,” he told me and walked away from me. I could stay seated and
wait for my sister to contact me back; but seeing how far I’ve
come, and not wanting to lose my store, I have to push through and
get this fixed before they start construction on tearing my building
down. I
grabbed up everything and followed behind Mr. Rude ass. He
stops , and I notice the name on the door is President Isaiah Reed.
My stomach started turning knots. Entering behind him, I stood close
by the door as he closed it and motioned with his hand to take a seat
in front of his desk. As
he walked toward me unbuttoning his jacket and stood in front of the
desk, I could smell his cologne lingering in the air. Must have been
the Ralph Lauren collection. He leaned his head to the left and
smiled at my flustered state and heavy breathing. I stood up and
closed the space between us, remembering why I was here in the first
place. “Listen,
Mr. Reed, I’m not sure if you're aware, but your company just
bought the building my boutique is inside of, called A Style’s Eye,
and I recently signed an agreement for a year’s lease with the
former landlord”. He
stood up, with a mischievous smile on his face. He walked right in
front of me, forcing me to take a step back, so we weren’t
chest-to-chest. “I’m not sure why you’ve come to my office
about your store, Mrs.” “Miss
Andrew and you own the company correct?” Feeling my phone vibrate,
I glanced down and saw Isabella replying to meet at her office.
Responding with an “okay,” I put my phone away and shifted from
one foot to the other. Crossing my arms over my chest waiting to hear
what this asshole had to say.
“Yes,
I own the company, and unfortunately, your business will have to
relocate within the designated time of thirty days. I’m tearing the
building down and opening a shopping mall. If you are looking for a
new place in two years, I’d be more than happy to give you first
choice at prime space and pricing,” he informed
me, walking closer and looking down at me with a smirk on his face. Rolling
my eyes, clenching my teeth, and blowing out a strained breath, I sat
back down and thought of another angle to the situation. “If
you need anything else Miss Andrew, I suggest you take it up with my
lawyer. He’d be more than happy to assist you with a resolution to
your problem.” He flicked his business card out. Hesitating
to want to accidentally brush against him again, I finally take it
out of his hand. Our fingers grazed and the strongest spark I've ever
felt before passed between us. "Mr. Reed, you have no idea what
this will do to my business and life. I can't just move after finally
getting clients and building a name for myself. We can't all be
millionaires like you. Some of us mom-an- pop owners have to work for
a living!" I
stood and put the business card in my purse before storming out of
his office and past Pamela flirting with the security guard as I
walked by the receptionist desk. The
wait for my Uber was about five minutes. As I got in the car, I
looked back at the building with a strange feeling that someone was
watching me. When I glanced up, Mr. Reed was standing at his window
looking down at me. Not wanting to show any tears, I turned away and
got in the car heading to my sister's office.
A
Tennessee native and CA dreaming Author Keke Renee is living and
striving to continue her passion of writing Short Story romances from
Erotic, Paranormal and Urban fiction. She also writes under the name
Chiquita Dennie.
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