Sweet Trouble From Georgia

niece Emily, and her younger brother, Christopher, flanking him. His grandmother, Granny May, was seated at the far end, her eyes

board meetings than Barbie dolls, while Travis chased basketball dreams like they were gold. He'd been just an overzealou

Made him build his own emp

?" Virginia asked, her vo

Mom. Just grinding through this new project. T

d table. "Corner? Feels like you're gu

be just the east side

lease, the only thing you're carving is stress l

ward her with a wink. "Got

hand on Travis's back. "You'r

Pops. You taught me ho

with a teasing smile. "You're

e other side of the table. "Yeah, and you're the d

ng. "Hey, every family needs a dork. Mi

favorite shows, to who was still secretly watching old reruns of The Fresh Prince. It was these

ked over at her son. "So, Travis," she said, folding her napkin. "Have

've got a full plate right now, Mom. This expansi

"Son, the work's always going to be there.

. "Is this one of those

ust a man who's seen wh

thing where y'all lure me down with promises of re

whole table l

too," Scott admi

ave in. "Alright, fine. I'll come down soon. Just don

broke out like the

hey had come to California three days earlier to oversee operations in a few of the family's companies-

of his own-his own name, his own empire. He still showed up when Vanessa asked, stepped in when things

lea

nto his usual spot with his manly ch

ell of champagne and the distant hum of bass. Amidst the chaos, a figure stood out-Travis Scott, dressed in a crisp, white dress shi

trimmed beard, kissed with just the right amount of stubble, framed his strong jawline, while a fe

hing to prove-and that was exac

ned. He scanned the club slowly, not sea

as ma

n eyes, and a bold red dress that clung to her figure like it was stitched to he

type that spoke in glances and left men speechless. And

between them build. Let her feel hi

ough that her perfume mixed with his cologne in the air between

spark of amusement. "Clarabelle Belm

ps for a second longer than necessary. "You

have a way of walking in

soft. "Only until som

knew she was hooked. That delicate mix of

e for a drink?" he offere

ce. She followed him, heels clicking, hip

t air whispered through. He handed her a glass, barely touching

nd sizzling tension. But just when her voice soft

ead out," he said, s

ltered. "Lea

is breath brush her cheek. "You'l

turned with that devilish smirk, sl

t forg