Chocolate Vanilla Sweets

Chapter 1

 I kissed her. The heat between us was unbearable. I tried to be patient. "Go slow," I breathed in my head, But I was already lost in her warm beautiful mouth. She felt so meek in my arms that I knew she wanted all of me. I ran my pale long fingers over her rich smooth ebony skin. Her hair was a natural, thick, curly afro and her eyes were large and expressive. I knew her thoughts. They had synced with mine. Needing to touch her hourglass frame some more, I grew anxious and yanked off her top... I wake washed in sweat.

I hate these dreams of Suzanne. Lately, I think of her more often than necessary. It's been over fifteen years since I last laid eyes on her in the flesh. So, we link up on social media from time to time. She's pursued the passion and dreams of her mother and is almost done with medical school. I look up at the custom made vanilla embossed ceiling in my bedroom. I've done pretty well too. I'm the second heir apparent to one of the globe's largest banking and financial services. Our business presence vibrates practically across every continent. My brother Doug will one day run the lucrative empire. I don't mind being second fiddle. It allows me much play time and accommodates me rising through the ranks of the ForeRunners organization. We are a growing alternative right group with chapters across the US. I am head of the New York chapter. Our hope is to take the philosophy that our white race is all power everywhere.

It's early morning. Outdoors remain dark. Rufus, my Shih Tzu, barely opens his eyes as I jog across the carpet. I hit the treadmill with a solid 30-minute run. Again, I think of Suzanne and that stupid dream. We sort of grew up together. Suzanne's mom, Sheila, was my favorite housekeeper at the family estate in Southampton New York. I knew black people made good servants, but what I didn't know or anticipate was that little black girls turned into such beautiful women. One in particular.

Suzanne was just a regular skinny girl at ten, eleven. We played together all the time. But at fifteen, she was different. She grew tall and slim. She had the most beautiful smile. Her skin tone glowed. I'm sure she grew past me at the time. And I was practically six feet. Of course, I fell for her. Which guy with eyes wouldn't? The thing with Suzanne was, she wasn't only pretty, but her mind was sharp. I was always struck by how much she knew. I could spend forever just talking to her about things. The orbit, aliens, economics, science, politics, any subject in the world.

I had grown accustomed to girls twisting themselves into pretzels just to be with me. Not just because I am an okay looking guy, but I'm after all, a direct heir to the Mitchell's financial dynasty. Yet Suzanne's mom kept her prized daughter away from me. Away. From. Me. Michael Henry Mitchell! And then Suzanne's asinine brother beat me up one day.