Braxton thought his life was as close to perfect as it could be. He was finally accepted in a family who he loved and who loved him in return. But when an important figure returns from the past all of that is threatened.
So what does Braxton do?
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"Can I get a dozen donuts with vanilla icing?" The woman who was continually knocking her high-heeled toe onto the beige tiled flooring and checking her watch in obvious annoyance asked, I took note of her professional attire, She probably knows Brendon, I quickly shook the thought away as I offered her a bright smile and nod of my head. Bending down I snatched twelve of the donuts off the rack and placed them into the white cake box before sealing it with a piece of tape.
"That'll be seven dollars and fifty cents," I informed her and her hand dove into her purse, quickly shifting all the contents aside until she came across a ten dollar bill, which she all but threw at me while I attempted to quickly sort through the register until the silver bell that hung atop the doorway rang. My head shot up causing layers of brown hair to cascade in front of my face, the revving of her engine indicated she was running late and trying to kiss ass to the boss by bringing donuts. "You're going to have to drive a bit faster than that, honey," I muttered under my breath as the next customer stepped up.
"Hello, how may I help you?" I questioned barely catching a glimpse of them in my attempt to blow my hair out of my face so I wouldn't be touching my hair and then the food. "Oh, forget it," I muttered before pushing my hair back and proceeding to reach for a pair of gloves.
"Can I get one of those strawberry tarts and your number?" His voice was dripping confidence into each word that slipped through his pale, pink lips. I looked up, my eyes scanning briefly over his features. He had a long nose with a pair of deep blue eyes and honey blonde hair that was tangled on the top of his head.
"Sorry, I'm not really into guys who eat tarts," I informed him with a hint of playfulness, that could be easily mistaken for flirtatiousness. I allowed my words sometimes to linger around in the air before dunking down and grabbing one out of the display case and putting it in a mini cupcake box. "That's three dollars and ninety-nine cents." I continued as a smirk traced it's way onto his lips.
"That's what you say now, sweetheart, that's what you say now." Before he slid a five dollar bill on the counter and walked out without waiting for his change.
"Dang, I am just racking up these tips today." I laughed as Mary, my co-worker, and best female friend, made an appearance.
"Stop hogging the cash register and let Mama get some of that," She joked before taking my position behind the counter, reaching into the tip jar and stealing a few of my dollars before shoving them into her bra and flipping her hair, winking at me causing me to laugh at her ridiculousness.
"Last time I checked, I was the only 'Mama' that worked here." I rooted a smirk onto my chapstick covered lips before walking through the swinging door that lead to the kitchen. I was greeting with the beeping of the oven, I grabbed a dry dish towel and folded it a few times before turning off the annoying sound and pulling out the burnt batch of red velvet cupcakes.
"Mary?" I called dumping the cupcake tin onto the wooden table and frowning at the sight, "Can you come here for a second?" I elaborated when I noticed she had yet to strut through the kitchen door. My eyes rolled up to the ceiling before walking out towards the register area and I huffed out a breath of hot air. There stood Mary twisting a few strands of her purple-tipped hair and batting her eyelashes at a tall man who carried a full-blown grin on his lips.
