Monét:

I lied straight to his face. Told him I was Type 2 just so I could get the shot that’s got all the girls snatched. Ozempic? Yeah, I wanted it. But I wanted him more.

Dr. Stunner. Black. Fine. Hard where it counts. And just ethical enough to make it fun to ruin him.

He said it was off the record. Then he showed up at my house with a needle in one hand and hard under those scrubs.

This started as a hustle. Now he’s using me like I’m the only disease he never wants to cure.

**

Dr. Stunner:

She walked into my office with thick thighs, fake labs, and a mouth that should be illegal. She said she needed help. I knew she was lying.

I gave her the shot anyway.

Now I’m addicted to the patient who moans my name while my license circles the drain.

She calls herself the side effect. But Monét isn’t a symptom. She’s the whole diagnosis.

And I’m not looking for treatment. I just want another dose.

Filthy. Twisted. Obsessive.

Ozempic Hes* is your five-pepper, no-shame Black luxe hood romance where the doctor’s orders come dirty, and the patient plays to win.

You want the injection? You better swallow the consequences.

Ready to overdose? 😈