•Author's Note•

Hello, thanks for clicking on this book, irrespective of its book cover ｡◕‿◕｡. I must warn you, I'm not professional so don't expect limited perfection.

This chapter pretty much covers all what I'm going to say—apart from any random thought— in my journey of writing this book.

I'm going to update a chapter twice a week or more.

If you don't see an update, it's either I'm being eaten by an alien lord—named Ortho btw—or I'm cruising in Amazonia with my other cool Varans (that's the name of our species ｡◕‿◕｡). But I'll try my best to update as quickly as possible.

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•Synopsis•

Xavier Morreti is a racist. A strong one. He's been preached to from birth not to like black people. They were called 'devils'.

Hating black people doesn't make him foolish. Obviously, he knows he needs them if he wants his million dollar company to grow. So you know what he did?

He tolerates them; puts on a 'everything is okay just go back to work' facade anytime he sees his racial employees.

Meet Natalie Deserue, a depressed woman that doesn't only know how to work the hips but the heart too. She craves one thing she never had.

Love.

After surviving an abusive relationship, she goes bankrupt then resort into stripping...

Where she meets the billionaire racist who takes her home one night and licks the melanin off her skin.

But good things don't come easy, right? Right. All it takes for her momentary happiness to shatter is just a crazy psychotic ex and her naive mind.

•Extract•

His fingers ran through the thin clothing along her waistline. It was full and succulent, just as he liked his women.

"Hm." He hums in satisfaction as his fingers tightens around her hips that was situated plush on his lap.

Natalie moans in delight as she bit her top lip.

"Take it off."

"W...what?"

"Since I'm not allowed to see what I can pay for, I can as well feel. Take. It. Off."