Teezy is a multiplatinum hip-hop artist at the top of the rap game. His new album, Teezus, is like nothing you’ve ever heard.
But a group of five bloggers who once nurtured his career have turned against him. They laugh at his new lyrics. And they loathe his on-stage rants against CEOs who won’t back his entrepreneurial efforts.
A sensitive artist, Teezy takes the radical step of meeting with the bloggers after a concert. He’s driven in his Aston Marton to a private home in Connecticut. It turns out to be a French Renaissance mansion.
These bloggers are not the nerds he expected. They’re billionaire blue bloods born to rule America. And they’re not meeting Teezy to talk about music.
This short story contains interracial action, group action, mild bondage.
I write literary fiction for small audiences. Until now, I've written erotic romance solely for myself. I feel that writing the full experience of life into fantasy makes it so much richer. Pleasure is sweeter when pain is around the corner. Kindness means more in the wake of cruelty.