A/n I don't have a title for this story yet, but I will eventually give it a title. Unless you all have some suggestions.
30 Votes = Part 2
100 or 200 = whole book
NO POV
On this very evening a woman walks into a bar, everyone who works there knows her. Her name is Lane Roux Kilpatrick. A businesswoman that's known for her blunt words and speaks her mind. Also with a very dominating ora. No one dares to tells her no, and gets the job done in a timely matter. She isn't like any other woman in the world, but there are only a few hundred just like her.
Lane's appearance is often mistaken her for a man rather than a woman. Behind closed doors and out of clothes she is a well-built person. 6 pack abs with a lot of tattoos but also a lot of scars. A strong sharp jawline and eyes that can melt your panties. Amber eyes of course. Standing at 6'2, tall for a female, but she is proud of her height. Mixed with Black, French, and Scandinavian. Her skin color is more of an caramel color, slightly dark though.
She isn't big as your every day looking men who desire to look strong when in reality is quite weak. More of an average look. Lane's style is also alluring, with more of a yet simple but casual feel. Business-wise suits are tailored and made for her. Buying from Louis Vuitton, Tom Ford, Gucci, and Armani, she is and always looking sophisticated yet stylish.
Lane sat at her normal booth to get some of her work done, while the bar at this time always played smooth hip hop jazz to relax and mellow out the place. Around this time is just work and lunch for her. Ordering hot wings and two beers, while getting some paperwork done in the process. Owning 2 companies isn't easy for her. Dealing with celebrities and sometimes the law can be complicated.
By this time two more women walkthrough and takes a gander at Lane. Like before Lane gives off that male feel and appearance.
"You really need to find a woman or a man. Like your desperate ass need one." the woman named Brooklyn said.
"I'm not desperate okay. You act like my pussy is growing cobwebs and dust mites." Brooklyn's best friend Kianna replied.
"You might be." She joked around looking down at her crotch, moving her hand to take a peek but Kianna slaps her hand away. "Look over there you can talk to him or the sexy ass guy there." Kianna's eyes looked in the direction of Lane.
At that moment Lane stood up and walked over to the bar. Brooklyn and Kianna tried to not stare but watched her walk towards the bar. Brooklyn started biting her bottom lip but Delaney paid no mind.
"Hey Lauren, my usual please," Lane said to the bartender.
"Sure thing LK. You know the time." Lauren popped open two Coronas and handed them to Roux. Now Lauren always calls Lane, LK.
"Thanks love." She took a sip of one of the beers, "how's life treating you so far."
"Finally broke up with Keith. Couldn't stand one more moment with him." She wiped the counter rolling her eyes.
"I didn't like him anyway. He seemed like someone who still lives with his mom. I mean nothing is wrong with that but overly immature, and practically ate everything in your house without paying a single bill." Delaney said.
At this moment Brooklyn was still checking Lane out, but Kianna attempted many times to stop her.
"I know. I'm sitting here like nigga rent due and he wasn't cutting that check." Lauren said
"Because there wasn't a check to cut sweetheart. Broker than broke. I told you before going to Dubai, fuck a prince, and get paid." Lane obviously joked.
