Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 39

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Bradley's POV

"What's wrong?" I asked with a frown when I saw the look on Tiffany's face. She was frowning and her eyes staring into space.

She lifted her eyes to me then shook her head. "That was a wake-up call."

I frowned at her statement not understanding what she's meant. "What?" She pushed her chair back and stood. "Where are you going?"

"Home."

I frowned and grabbed her hand. "What do you mean? We haven't eaten yet."

She flashed my hands away from hers. "Don't touch me."

I quickly released her hand and stood from my chair. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Are you really asking me what's wrong? " she swiped her hands across her eyes and I noticed the tears. "You spent two hours trying to convince my parents that you were my boyfriend but as soon as a white person asks you who I am, I'm you're friend."

"You're crying," I observed in dismay. Tiffany turned her head away, "It's not like that Tiffany."

"Not like what Bradley? I'm good enough to sleep with but not good enough to be anything else to you. I can't sit here and have dinner with you. I can't pretend that you're proud to have me here with you." She wiped her tears and lifted her purse. "You were going to sleep me and when you've had enough you're going to leave and marry someone like Lily. That's what men do like you do. They sleep around but at the end of the day when it's time to settle down they're gonna settle for a woman who is their class." 

I shook my head, "Tiffany, stop." I took a deep breath. "That was a business associate. I didn't know what else to say. You're completely taking this out of hand."

 She took a deep breath then looked me in the eye, "I'm black, I don't know why I let myself think for a second that we could have something special." She moved from the table and started walking to the exit.

"Tiffany stop!" I shouted after her. I quickly grab a hundred dollar bill from my wallet and place it on the table. I ran towards the exit. Tiffany was standing on the sidewalk looking down the street for a taxi. "Tiffany, that had nothing to do with you. Mrs. London is an old hag, she's just trying to upset you. I'm not going to end up with a woman like Lily. If I wanted LIly I would have been with her but instead, I'm here with you." She ignored me so I tried again. "That had nothing to do with you being black. I swear. I'm not ashamed of you. Why would I be? You're beautiful and kind and sweet."

"Taxi." She shouted.

"At least let me take you home. Please."

A taxi slowed down in front of us and Tiffany walked towards it quickly.

"Tiffany, please," I begged. "You're angry and you aren't even giving me a chance to explain. 

"Leave me alone, Bradley." She said as she entered the taxi

"Tiffany!" I tried again.

"She said to leave her alone, jerk." The taxi man shouted then drove off immediately, probably sensing the tension.

I took a deep breath as the taxi sped away down the streets.

"Damn!" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and disappointment.

Way to go Bradley.

You've managed to ruin things before it even started. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath but the painful, raw , tearful look in Tiffany's  eyes haunted me. And I couldn't stop thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about the way she looked at me, tears threatening to fall from her beautiful eyes.