Two Broken Pieces Make A Whole

Prologue

Mlani Keejui-the mom

I sit on my bar stool. Doing nothing but minding my own business. I survey the room assessing everyone. Then I see him. A strapping young american man. He has dark skin. Olive I declare. With a very thick head of wavy black hair. It curls into his eyes and I smirk. Then he turns to face me dead on. He spots me staring and cocks his head to the side and gives me a broad grin. I raise an eyebrow. I honestly couldn't stop staring at his eyes big open eyes. They just suck you in.They are a thrilling honey color with green and yellow around the center. He winks at me and I can't help but let my lips part in bemusement. He licks his lips and struts over to me. When he comes over he stands mere inches apart from me. He lightly grabs my hand and pulls me standing. “Hi” he says his voice is all scratchy. It is intensely sexy. “Hello”; I murmur back. He retakes my hand and leads me out of the bar. We came to a stop in front of a black buick.The new fancy types. “Come” I nod. He opens the door for me and I get in the car. I briefly think about murderers and shake the thought of my head. “What?” he asks. I wave my hand in the air. We stop in front of a big glass hotel. He takes me to his room and turns on a lamp. He looks at me and crosses the room in two large strides. He takes my head in his hands and roughly kisses me. He presses my back into the wall. I pull back and he cocks his head to the side. I close my eyes and breathe deep. Then open them, I lightly push him forward.  He looks crestfallen for one brief moment before I take of blouse and I’m left in my bra and jeans.  I step out of my flats and he regains confidence. He grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. He starts kissing my neck as I pop the button on his pants. He gives a muffled moan and carries me to his bed, turning the lamp off on his way