Mercer (Berkeley Bred Book 4) by Grey Huffington

I’m not the n*gga you can creep with, Pretty.

Smitten, I was, the day I stepped into your space, uninvited and unable to give a simple fuck.

Aroused, I was, the second your lips parted and your words serenaded me. Without a doubt, I knew I would take the opportunity to part the lower pair and mark my territory with precision.

Disheartened, I was to learn that you had vowed to another n*gga what should’ve been mine from the beginning, whether I’d stumbled into your world yet or not. The fact that you settled without meeting me first left a bitter taste in my mouth, forcing my hand. My mission was easily established, and I refused to rest until you were beside me.