I was twenty years old when her loser brother touched me. He was a few years older. Suzanne and I were playing a game of tennis and afterwards we shared a couple of smooches right there on the tennis court for the world to see. Sometimes when I am with her, we get carried away. I was at Columbia University doing my BSc in Business and she was still a junior in high school. I came home regularly, only to see her. I had no idea, that her big stocky brother, Martin, was visiting with his mother that weekend. That jerk and I never got along. Martin pulled me from his sister and landed a couple painful punches. I was bleeding and bruised when he was done. From that day onwards, I never saw Suzanne again. She was moved to another school. Apparently, no one approved of our little romance. My father only allowed it because he knew I wasn't serious. After all, I was dating a rich industrial tycoon's daughter at the time, Amy Rizzo.
Since the fight with Martin, I worked out everyday. I lived at the gym, building my upper and lower body strength. I learnt boxing. I was ready for any attack, particularly from black guys. I get a high, just knocking them about in the boxing ring. Well, there are a few who landed some hard blows, but most times I beat them up. It's important they know that I am dominant. White blood will always be superior. I learnt this new outlook on campus, where prominent men spoke to us about the racial make up of the nation, that it was intended for white Christian and European ethnicities. All other groups were inferior. This revelation propelled me to great heights at Columbia. I held positions on the student governing board, got stellar grades and graduated cum laude.
It took me a few years of travelling the globe before I committed to immersing myself into the company. Doug was already running the corporate office in Milan. In a few months, he will be back in New York city. I currently co-head the Investment Banking Division for North America.
I complete my power walk, take a quick shower and get dressed for work. I am meeting with some college kids this morning to discuss the effects of the multiculturalist agenda on white Europeans. I send a text to my assistant, Sarah, while my coffee brews. I scroll quickly through my morning messages. Suzanne has sent me a message on messenger. She's returning to New York. Doing her residency at a hospital in the Bronx and is arriving this weekend. Suzanne ends the message with, "I can't wait to see you. Can we meet?"
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Chocolate Vanilla Sweets
RomantizmMichael Henry Mitchell is nobody's fool. He doesn't like people of color. As heir to the Mitchell dynasty, he's in control and easily has his pick of women. Except he has always loved only one girl. Suzanne - and to his frustration, she happens...
