The Mulholland Diaries is contemporary romance set in present day Los Angeles.
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Candice Kane, a thirty-one year old African American woman from suburban Chicago, has lived most of her life fitting into everyone else’s idea of who she is and what she should do with her life: take the road that makes sense. Candice has plans of her own, and applies to a prestigious journalism school in Los Angeles. Even with that prospect, she finds herself at a difficult crossroad, but decides to take a chance, choosing LA. Enters Frank Swann - the handsome blue eyed, blue blooded billionaire, almost eighteen years her senior, and one of the most eligible men in the world. Introduced by a mutual friend in Chicago, he immediately set sights on Candice. While flattered, she refuses to fall to his charms. He romances her relentlessly until she can no longer deny her feelings for him, and finally stops running. Their world wind romance takes Beverly Hills by storm. As Frank introduces her to his world, jealousy and deceit surrounds Candice. She is the love interest of one of the wealthiest and most powerful businessmen in the world, and some feel she doesn't deserve it. Soon she finds strong allies in Beverly Hills. First being the beautiful and socially powerful, Bebe Fabian - the wife of a major power player in the music industry. Bebe becomes Candice’s strongest supporter and mentor. Then she meets Rayne Bryant - the sexy and outspoken wife of one of R&B’s brightest superstars. Rayne believes in keeping it real amongst the glitterati crowd, and she and Candice bond like sisters. Candice needs these relationships for what she is about to face. She even begins to notice subtle changes in herself and isn’t sure she likes them. When confronted by old ghosts and seeing the lives of people she loves begin to unravel, Candice questions - are the sacrifices worth it?
In their own revealing dialogue, Candice, Bebe and Rayne share their emotionally insightful stories with a warning: "Be careful what you wish for."
YOUR WIFE WILL THANK ME
Ding! The elevator leading to the twelfth floor of the Marquis Lofts & Towers in downtown Los Angeles stopped, and a young woman in her mid-twenties decked out in a tailored Chanel suit, stepped off. She strolled down the dimly lit hallway with a key in hand. Her charcoal lined, seductive eyes, full mouth and chiseled cheek bones caught the attention of a random guy coming out of an apartment with his girlfriend, who nudged him with a frown on her face. The sexy temptress softly smiled and looked away, but not before doing a quick assessment of his watch and then his shoes. She scowled at the slight scuff on one. Thinking to herself 'don’t worry honey, he can’t afford me' she continued on, like a tigress searching for her prey.
Stopping at the large door at the end of the hallway, she inserted the key and lightly tapped as she entered the apartment. There was no one inside.
Surveying the open space, Sexy Miss walked over to the bedroom area and just as she requested, found the unsealed envelope tucked neatly under the flower vase. She sighed, “I just love fresh tulips…” Then leaning in to inhale the aroma while her manicured fingers slid the envelope out, she quickly counted the crisp notes and tucked the stash away in her Chanel tote.
“Hmmm…” She released her bag and removed her jacket and skirt, revealing 38D breasts cradled in the lavender and black tulle bra and matching suspender bottoms. The skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it, fluffed her hair and sashayed over to the bed where she lay on her stomach, enjoying the feel of the exquisite Egyptian cotton against her skin, and waited. While playing with her emerald ring, the door clicked.
She glanced at the entryway then looked away. “Is that you?”
“Yes, please don’t be angry.”
The man’s voice, while masculine, became intentionally weak, begging her for mercy as he grew hungrier for her beauty, watching the muscles of her tanned, rounded ass flex as she swung one of her legs up and back.
“Come here!” She ordered him without acknowledging him visually. “You’re five minutes late.”
“I’m sorry Holly, I…”
“Oh shut up!” She rolled over with one knee bent, the heels of her five inch Giuseppe Zanotti peep toes penetrating the bedding, and lightly gliding the tips of her fingers across her buxom chest. “Do you know what this means?” She possessed huskiness to her voice that was both sexy and intimidating. This girl meant business.
Standing there looking unapologetic, he shrugged and exclaimed, “I’m sorry, what do you want me to do?”
Pointing to the floor, she ordered him, “I want you to beg for forgiveness.”
The gentleman removed his sports jacket, nearly sweating of humiliation, while she oversaw his every move.
Holly sat up on the bed, “Now kneel right there. Do it!”
There he was, a man who is considered a titan in his industry, kneeling. “Please…”
She licked her lips, biting the corner and raising her eyebrow, “No.” Shaking her head she took a hand and rubbed the top of his head, like a pet. He reached out to touch her arm, but she pushed his hand away. Scolding him, “Don’t touch me!”
It wasn’t until he felt the utmost degradation did he get a massive hard on. If anyone else had been there, they would have been embarrassed for him.
At that moment, Holly allowed him to look her in the eye. “My time is precious too, but you’re too selfish to realize it. Now get up here!”
With a hungry look in his eye, he sheepishly started to rise and crawled onto the bed from the floor as she stood in the middle of it looking disgusted. He unbuckled her shoe strap and kissed and licked her foot.
Her face softened, “Mmm, that’s better…”
He pulled her down towards him grinning, while she straddled him in a controlling position, pinning him down with her subtle gyrating hips. “You never keep a woman waiting. Do you understand baby?”
“Yes Holly, now come here...” He licked at her cleavage in desperation.
“You dirty boy… I’m going to teach you a lesson.”
“Yes, teach me, please. I’ve been so inconsiderate.”
His manhood was attentive beneath her as he rubbed his hands across her fleshy thighs, unsnapping the suspenders.
She smirked looking at him with a teasing grin, “Remember, I’m not doing this for you. Your wife will thank me one day.”
Holly leaned over him, and he grabbed her face, planting a wet, forceful kiss, as she received his tongue between her lips and open mouth.
Professional escort Holly Taste spent two hours in a cycle of humiliating and rewarding her gentleman for his obedience, before adding more degradation to their scenario. The highly respected and celebrated man had just been demoted to a sex slave and felt it was worth the two grand he’d just dropped to be with her.
After she showered and dressed, Holly sat at the edge of the bed and handed him the cocktail she’d made for him. “We’re friends and whenever you need me, I’m here for you.” She rubbed his face with the back of her open hand as if petting her puppy goodbye.
He lay back, against the mountain of plush pillows, sipped his vodka and watched her walk towards the door. He winked as she waved and left. His craving had been satisfied and he eagerly awaited their next tryst.