My heart races. Of course, we can't meet. What's the matter with her? Suzanne, You have been tucked away in Saint Paul Minnesota since God knows how long. I have forgotten about you and your family. Or I try hard to forget... And, your mother will always be my favorite cook. But I don't want to see you or your lame brother. I've moved on with tons of other beautiful women, some of them as chocolate coated as you.
I send a quick text: Sorry Suzanne, I travel a lot and won't have the time. I press send.
Over the next few months, The Black Lives Matter movement keeps gaining momentum and dominates the news cycle. They keep having these absurd demonstrations, protests and rallies due to so called injustices meted out to black people. The demonstrations are taking place mainly in the city. Recently, a caucasian van driver mowed down some protesters in Brooklyn. Two people got hurt. They are all idiots. The driver for hitting those people and the protesters for not realizing that all lives matter. Plus, white lives are the ones marginalized and dishonored. Very soon, we will be outnumbered. These people will take over if we don't stop them. This is the white man's land after all. The Jews, those blacks.
I need a stiff drink. Rum. I pour myself a shot from the stash I store in my office. There are so many black and Jewish persons rising through the ranks at our company, that I don't even understand how people say racism exists. The ForeRunners will educate the masses. We have undertaken a massive campaign at a huge price tab, with college and university clubs designed to spread our message.
The months roll by quickly and it's almost the end of the year. The stores are getting ready for Christmas. Almost a year had passed since Suzanne had started her residency. We spoke briefly online when she arrived in New York and that was that. Doug is back at our head office and six months ago, I was given the task of running our Atlanta offices. I finished my Atlanta CEO stint and thankfully, I am back in New York city.
It's a few weeks before Christmas. I see a striking tall girl, in the lobby of my condo residence. I scrutinize her carefully. She is wearing a black close-fitting leather pants and wine-red crop top sweater with high heel boots. Her slick hair is done in curvy cornrows that is pulled into a sexy ponytail. She's sizzling and is exactly my type. Her back is turned to me. I stride with confidence, already role playing in my head, the approach I will take, when she turns to face me. Oh my God!
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Chocolate Vanilla Sweets
RomanceMichael 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...
