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Buried beneath a mountain of student loan debt and with no means to pay it back, Malika reluctantly agrees to a year for year payback program in a remote and destitute part of the country. Thinking that a life without the finer things will teach their daughter a lesson in financial responsibility, the parents of the carefree young woman never expect their plan to backfire. Their plan not only backfires, but it erupts like a volcano when their dainty daughter commits a crime more heinous, in their eyes, than murder in the first degree.
"Steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you king."
Amazed by his strength and impressed with his muscular body and stunning face, she had a hard time focusing on his words. It was quite obvious that his brown skin was not a fake tan. He had broad shoulders and he carried himself with assuredness.
"Your grandmother didn't tell me your name."
The man stiffened and he seemed to grow larger right before Malika's eyes. He turned and Malika could almost feel the heat from the fire burning in his soul.
What have I done? she wondered. What did I say?
When he spoke, his words were direct and distinct. "To your people, I am Kevin."
Malika offered a smile, but it was not returned.
When the alarm sounded at six sharp, Malika was sound asleep. She didn't hear the obnoxious ding of the wind-up clock although it was only a few steps away. Kevin heard it, and he listened to the noisy thing for a solid ten minutes before storming into Malika's room and shutting it off. He purposely slapped the dresser with his hand.
"What is it? Where are we?"
Malika's chestnut brown hair was in her eyes and her white camisole top was giving Kevin quite the view of her breasts. She had kicked the covers off during the night and the dark place covered with the tiniest bikini bottoms that Kevin had ever seen was more than enticing. He would not allow himself to become involved with this woman, no matter what it took. One day he would marry one of his own, but a white woman, descendant of those who betrayed his people, he would never love.