Dark Paradise(completed story!)

Cry me a River

On the voluminous majestic designed terrace, stood a wealthy man wearing a denim blue suit made with Ormezzano linen and silk. He watched his view with admiration from above his magnificent mansion.

He had everything he could ever dream of wealth, power, respect, and freedom. He wasn't like that selfish evil rich white man that used to live by him. He helped his people along with others of a different kind, he didn't discriminate against anyone.

His employees were treated equally and they respected him because of his good reputation. He was one of the richest men on the planet but unlike some, he didn't have it handed to him on a silver spoon.

He worked hard for his wealth.

He graduated early at the age of 17.

By the time he reached the age of 21, he was graduating with his Master degree. He took a break over the summer and wrote a book called " America's African American Revolutionary Terrorist" And made millions.

He wrote a couple more books and made more millions. He created an organization and together they help make a difference. They helped billions of people from America to Africa and other foreign countries.
He became their leader, speaker, and role model,

He owned estates which were one of his greatest accomplishments.By the time he hit 22, he was a huge billionaire. No one could figure out how he did it, but he did the impossible. He could even run for president of course he can, he was Huey Freeman.

"Baby, the reporter is here to see you" his wife stated as she fixed his loose tie."Hey, u better quit tampering with this damn tie" she complained, slapping his right arm. She turned to leave but was stopped by a pair of strong hands gripping her waist.

"Babe, what are you doing"? She frowned as she placed her hands on her thick hips.

He didn't respond as he gazed at her. Damn she was beautiful he thought.

Her flawless dark chocolate skin and chestnut brown eyes shone with her sandy brown hair still shining in the sun.She stood 5'10 with her hourglass body, wearing a white button up blouse, and a gray pencil skirt with some pumped heels.

Amelia was indeed the definition of the perfect woman. She was intelligent, stunning, ambitious, and strong. She was bold just like him and she was never afraid to speak her mind. They both shared the same views when it came to things like politics, religion, human rights, and American society. She was his soulmate so he knew he made the right choice to marry her.

He adored his loyal wife because she was always there to support and defend him. She remained by his side through every step of a decision he made. She was the vice president of his organization that she helped him build.

She was his partner in life and loved her.

"Hello, earth to Huey," she said, waving her hand in his face.

" Damn, can a man just enjoy the appearance of his sexy ass wife without her acting like Donald trump was relected as president," he said, folding his arms.

"Oh no! Baby guess we're doom, back to slavery" she gasped. dramatically. She placed his hands on her growing stomach

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She questioned, still using her false panic voice.

"I don't know, I guess I'll just have to protect him from harm's way" he shrugged and leaned over to kiss her stomach. she smirked as she playfully pushed him away.

" Who knows he could be her," she teased.

He only shook his head "This definitely a Malcolm Freeman"

"Hmm, whatever you say, dreamer, hurry before that noisy bitch starts peeking through our shit," she said in a stern voice.