As Roya Clairen watched one of her businesses go up in flames, she knew that didn't exactly mean that her life was about to be revisited by gloom and doom. Somehow she couldn't help but to expect it. Seeing Zayvier Bynum again however, had been completely unexpected. With riveting jade eyes and mounds of wavy chestnut hair, Zayv had been a strikingly cute boy when she'd first met him. Now, he was well over six feet of defined muscle and double dimples who had made a name for himself in the world of broadcast journalism. Zayv had never been one to rest on his laurels though. He'd gone on to craft a lucrative communications empire, all before the tender age of 32. Not bad, for a Miami street kid. Still, power, status and respect had not turned him into what he had never been-what he still despised...a member of the revered elite.
