About two weeks ago I found myself sitting at a booth at Denny’s with a complete stranger. Well, not totally a stranger but on a date with a guy named Tom. I’m saying to myself; you can’t be serious you just got out of a relationship three months ago. If he is another loser I’m done. I just may consider packing my bags and moving to an Amish town. Do they even accept black people? If not a nun won’t be so bad. At first I don’t even want to look at him. However if I wanted to be a bitch I should have took my ass home after work. So I finally open my eyes and my mouth to get to know this guy who called himself Tom. As we were talking I notice his big brown eyes. He was two inches shorter than me and to top it all off he was the cream in my coffee. The date was going fine except for all the annoying stares. Interracial couple yes, however you don’t really see a white guy with a black beautiful amazon everyday. So its normal for people to stare at things they believe are foreign and not the norm. Being attracted to white guys are my normal. Except the ones I dated before never lead to anything but a few one nightstands because it was just a white man who wanted to fulfill a fantasy or the white guys that want to be black. Ugh, if I wanted a black man I would not be dating you! Tom and I chatted for hours. We have a lot in common even the same views on somethings. Afterwards he walked me to my car. No traditional goodnight kiss. Instead we just stared at each other. So I will see you tomorrow I hope. He asked. Yea if you want. I got in my car and drove away. I got home showered and sprawled out on my comfy bed. My phone begin to ring. It was Tom, I answered only to hear him say, I really like you and I find you very attractive. Thank you I replied. After another hour long conversation I went to bed. Every since that first date I have seen him almost everyday. For the last two weeks. Just to think I was about to give up. I guess there is a man out there for me after all. Tall, vanilla,and handsome. When you are open minded the possibilities are endless.
Still full of surprises, I said to myself.
I walked Kay Kay to the door.
“Thank you,” I said.
I closed the door and sat on the bed going through the package. Inside was a birth certificate, social security card, and passport. Nomi Malone, I laughed out loud. How in the hell did he remember that. Nomi Malone was the name of the main character in the movie Show Girls, the movie that inspired me to dance. I told Harris how I used to sneak and watch it late at night because I was too young to be watching such things on cable. My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Peaches.
“Sorry I’m late, my damn neighbor wanted me to take her to the store. I got the key; so what’s up?”
“I need you to go in the flour canister and get out the two grand. That should be enough to move me.”
“What? Move why?”
“For the last few nights, someone in a black Camaro has been watching me. When you go in, pretend like I’m there, but I’m sick. I have made reservations with a storage unit in South County. Get the moving company to move all my belongings there. I need you to get the girls together to pack up my clothes and personal items. Everything else is storage. Make sure there is no one watching you or following you when you leave. I need all this done tomorrow before night fall.”
“All this damn work! What about your gun?”
“It’s in the trunk of the car at Enterprise. I had to get a rental, no one can be aware of the changes that I’m making. I don’t know if the Camaro belongs to Justin and his goons or my cousins spying. I’m not taking any chances. My flight will arrive back in St. Louis at 6 p.m. Meet me at the Eclipse Restaurant at the Moon Rise Hotel; that’s where I will be staying. Tell Mikki to come too.”
“All right, be safe, and I got you.”
After hanging up there was a text from Cameron.
Want to know more about the mystery woman?
The Circle of Games ” The Lovely B” Exclusively on Amazon paperback and Kindle
Please be sure to visit my author page:
” What goes around comes around. Don’t get caught in a karma curse.”
I stood in the mirror staring at my naked body. “What shall I wear?” I thought to myself. I had a date with my landlord hell what was his name? I checked the lease he slipped in my mailbox this morning. Oh his name is Brad, how cute. I rambled through my suitcases. I needed to go furniture shopping. I had slept on a air mattress last night. I found it, my damage blue jean short shorts and my zebra print Marilyn halter swimsuit. It was very sexy for a one piece. I got dressed, the shorts were cute not too much butt cheek but enough for a teaser. I slid my feet into my black flip flops. I styled my hair in long flowing waves. I applied bronzer to my chocolate brown skin, I dressed my eyes with Dior waterproof mascara and golden eye shadow. I applied my pink tone lipgloss and blew a kiss at the mirror. I heard his motorcycle pull in the driveway. I grabbed my brown and white Henri Bendal tote walking out the door.
” Wow, I never rode on the back of a Harley before.” I said walking towards him.
“First time for everything.” He said smiling at me. I mounted the back of the bike and put my arms tightly around his nicely toned waist. I wonder whats underneath. We pulled out into the street headed into town. We finally arrived at beachfront with motorcycles everywhere. The smell of grilled meats and seafood filled the air. Tanned beauties of all races roamed the beach with their dates. I spotted two bars amongst the crowd. I should have known what is a biker party without the booze.
” Your idea of a first date?” I asked
” Not trying to be funny or anything but you seem like you could use some fun.” He said, helping me off the bike.
“What happened to your leg?” He asked, looking at the bandage that covered my bullet wound.
” I was shot while defending myself.” I said. I took the red bandana off his head and tied it around the bandage.
“Now, I fit in.” I said smiling. He grabbed my hand and we headed towards the bar. Three blondes were working their daisies and their boots. Not to mention serving drinks to the thirsty crowd. We ordered Patron tequila shots. The blonde bar tender served us a tray with six shots,lemon and lime pieces sprinkled with salt.
“Are you sure you can handle your liquor?” He said laughing.
I wrapped my lips around the shotglass,tilting my head back consuming its contents. I popped the lemon in my mouth sucking softly.
” Your turn tough guy.”
He bit the lemon first and quickly drank the shot. He threw back another after that.
” So you want to challenge me?” I asked, I round up the remaining three shots and finished them off. He just stared at me amazed.
“Another round” he shouted to the bar tender. We finished off three rounds before we left the bar. He grabbed my hand and led me to ocean. The caked sand felt funny in my flipflops so I decided to take them off. He playfully swooped me up in his arms spinning me around. We chased each other like children around the beach. We flopped down into the sand breathing heavily.
“You beautiful you know that.” He said running his fingers through my damp hair. He moved in closer for a kiss. I kissed his lips, softly stroking his vanilla tan skin. He positioned his body on top of me kissing me as the waves caressed our skin. I pulled his wet t-shirt off throwing it a side. I removed my shorts. I reached in my tote for a condom.
” What are you doing?” he asks.
” I want you to make love to me right now. I have never made love on a beach. Don’t you have fantasies?” I asked playfully. Fantasies do come true.
Want to find out more about Brooke.
Checkout my author page and grab a copy of The Circle of Games:
I’m was so tired of driving I finally pulled over and found a motel off Highway 65.I was headed South to Florida. Miami of course, it was popular and I wanted a change. I love fast cities; New York was too cold and I loved the EastCoast. Miami was the best choice, I could live with hurricanes. I walked into the old Countryside Inn to a shabby worn down front desk. I made small talk while the older gentlemen checked me in. The good old fashion way just a simple form and pen. I got the keys and headed to room 34. I walked into the room; pink and white flower wallpapers lined the walls. The traditional set up, queen bed, and nightstands on each side. I rubbed my hands across the dark forest green comforter. I flopped onto the bed. My leg was killing me. “Talking a bullet is no joke.” I said to myself popping a Tylenol 3 into my mouth. Hell I didn’t even know they still made these. “Damn, I see what it’s like to be in Cameron’s shoes. Cameron, Cameron Jones I thought you were the love of my life. Early this morning you wrapped your hands around my neck. Taking my breathe away,hurting my heart, and tainting my soul. What are you gonna do when they don’t find my body? When I don’t make the news? You are a poor excuse and you think you are soooo smart. You had my body before strangling me. You left evidence, maybe you avoided the cameras, but Cameron it doesn’t matter, because I know the secret that you are keeping. Because no one ever tells, but let me tell you something Mr.Jones I’m coming for you. You will not know the time but I promise you I will strike like a thief in the night. Maybe God will spare you, like me.” The pain pills had me dozing in and out. I closed my eyes for the night.
For more checkout the book:
My relationship ended before it even came to life. Being young and falling in love is just an experience that can’t be explain. Everyone has experienced different things. Every person experience isn’t the same. When you are young in your early twenties like I was eight years ago. Your prorities are different and your biological clock doesn’t exists.
Wow, like what’s a biological clock?” I asked my doctor when I was twenty one. Anyway,my love of my life and I met when I was twenty-six. He was everything to me, we had a fire but a cold flame. I fell in love with a bitter soul. My age has innocence and disadvantages when it comes to a relationship like this. In other words I was played. He was swift, fast, and smart. His bedroom room skills were heaven on earth. Middleage man, he was knocking 40 at the door last time I checked. He was bitter from a failed relationship. I took punishment for someone else mistakes. It had even gotten to the point were his memories became crossed, mistaking me for her. The lies I hate lies. The sex oh how I loved his sex. The fights, were fought every night. His darkest hours sent me down a dark highway. With my bagagges of emotion scattered out on the dark road. This road goes on forever its almost never ending. Where does it end. If I can gather my emotions there is a light that awaits me.
It’s been a while since I had my mind occupied by another. I feel different emotions; good and bad. I feel I’m infatuated. I’m amazed, amused, and aroused. Oh, yes aroused about everything about him. His eyes, smile, laugh, and his age. Yes, his age the maturity just right definitely between the sheets. At night I swear my heart skips a few beats. A mature young lady and a mature older man is the recipe for a steamy night. Thinking about it just send chills down my spine. Can’t help but think its been this way since the day we met. The naughty things I love to do for him and to him. It’s a shame some days I just want his sweet kisses. If this a game, well it’s that damn good. The conversation and chemistry seem sincere. Oh, my I could fall in love with him or have I. As I watch him sleep, I say to myself; he’s my little secret. I do want him to feel what I feel in due time. I want to enjoy these moments. I guess I’m going to have to see where this love affair goes. I’m letting go now, no regrets.
Check out the book: