Tres Leches Shake

Miguel Estrada had the pleasure of being the wet dream of many a woman. And why shouldn’t he be? At 6’2” and 235 pounds, he had the kind of body that was most often found gracing the cover of fitness magazines. He also had the kind of hair that was usually found headlining hair shows, which is why he rarely wore the glossy raven mane loose. Despite his jaw-dropping good looks, Miguel wasn’t just good to look at, he also had brains. A nose for bullshit, and a knack for winning, along with a J.D. (with highest honors of course) from University of Chicago, netted him a partnership in one of the nation’s top law firms…and all of the perks that came with it.

All in all, Miguel Estrada was the shit…and he knew it…and failed to pretend otherwise. These days Miguel didn’t waste time pretending a damn thing including love, hate, and fear. Ironically, he loved, hated and feared in equal portions. He hated injustice, ignorance and bigotry. He loved the women in his family, justice, and tres leche cake. Before meeting Entity Vivace, he’d feared nothing. After meeting Entity, he came to fear the chaos Entity might conjure up, the wrath of Entity’s sister, and when he was honest with himself, he feared the hold Entity had over him. Of course, he wasn’t admitting that last bit to anyone.

A black woman with junk in her trunk, an imagination that knows no bounds and a big sister who specialized in making her dreams come true, Entity Vivace was your run-of-the-mill ex- windsurfing and snowboarding champion turned entrepreneur. She had a thriving internet business, shops in South Beach, on North Shore, and now in Southern Cali. What she didn’t have was Tyler Morah—the hottest man on a board since the invention of the surfboard—which is why she’d turned to Miguel Estrada for help. Miguel might be three parts asshole and one part MF, but he was one of the most badazz attorneys…anywhere.

She’d asked him nicely to help her procure Tyler and she gave him a week to make it happen. Being the epitome of goodness and light that she was, she also gave him a list of repercussions of what would happen if he didn’t heed her. Silly man, not only did he not heed her, he ignored her. That left her with only one thing left to do: take him down. Knowing how much he liked tres leches cake made by his friend Carmen Rodriguez, she intercepted said culinary orgasm and ransomed it back to him…never realizing how far he’d go to get his tres leches cake back. Of course, he didn’t realize how far she’d go to bend him to her will. And neither of them had any idea how far their friends would go to see them together.