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prince’s offer because she didn’t want to take three years out of her life trying to convince the Department of Naturalization that they were truly in love—especially not for the mere $15,000 he offered. Surely Princess Tanya deserved much more for three years of her life.
    Prince Charming Number Three was the wonderful man she had married, who had loved her and treated her like a real princess. Unfortunately, he hadn’t realized that not having a will leaving a portion of his business to his wife would lead to greedy partners swooping in like vultures, scooping everything up and leaving zilch for Tanya.
    Prince Charming Number Four—Vernon—was a silver-tongued man who already had a castle filled with a queen and two little princesses in training. Somehow, the fairy tale had been one big lie. Could she sue the Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Andersen?
    She switched on the stereo and jazz filled the car. She glanced down at Vernon’s wallet; it gave her a brilliant idea. She flipped it open and scoped out his driver’s license, checking the address of Queen Brandi and King Vernon.
    Tanya whipped into the nearest alley, pulled a U-turn, and aimed the car in the direction of the Jackson Park Highlands.

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    V ernon stormed back into the house, grabbed his jacket and keys, locked up Tanya’s place, and tore out of the driveway, racing to cover the distance from Chatham to South Shore. He had to catch Brandi before she got home and alerted the tribe
and
the troops. And he didn’t want to discuss things in front of Sierra and Simone.
    Slamming his hand on the SUV’s steering wheel, the horn honked at no one in particular. Damn, he’d fucked up. He wasn’t actually going to marry the woman, things were too perfect as they were. A Black woman who held down the home front and a submissive white woman in the wings to take care of his needs. And Tanya could put a shine on his dick better than Johnson’s Wax.
    Sure, Brandi was spectacular in the boardroom, but sometimes her demands for equal play in the bedroom were a bit too much—all that was missing were bullwhips and an occasional flogging with a side order of—“yes, Brandi, I’ve been a bad boy.” Tanya was willing and soft-spoken. Just the way he wanted his women. Just the way Brandi had been in the beginning. Then she found her wings when they opened The Perfect Fit, a human resources and staffing agency, and she took off—sometimes without him, especially when he hesitated to take risks. She would leave him on the runway without checking to see if he was behind her. Most times he wasn’t.
    He made a quick swerve onto 87th Street and was soon in creep-and-crawl traffic. “Hell! I’m gonna make a career out of getting home.”
    His father had said that the two places a man needed to maintain control were the boardroom and the bedroom. With every deal she sealed, Brandi had the boardroom locked up better than a virgin’s drawers. So a few months ago, he changed his strategy. When he stopped having sex with her, he expected a little more consideration all the way around.
    It hadn’t quite worked out that way.
    His father had managed to keep a wife and three mistresses without anyone ever finding out. Well, at least not until two years ago when had Mama sent him packing, extracting a hefty divorce settlement in the process. That was not going to happen to Vernon. He could never please the man who had always said that his son would never top his accomplishments. He had to prove his father wrong.
    Vernon had excelled in the business, and the League of 1,000 Professional Black Men accepted him just as it had his father. The men in the league were all about church, home, security, and business. Members frowned on infidelity, but as long as no one found out, it still happened. Now this little episode jeopardized everything he’d worked hard to maintain.
How the hell did Brandi find out? I made it home every day at a reasonable time. Who could