Previously Titled 'Paradise'.
For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents.
But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a comple...
Rocko watched the woman before him intently, black orbs searching openly at every aspect of her persona. A perfectly rolled pearl was placed securely between the webs of two fingers, as he took a pull from it periodically, never once letting the beauty before him leave his sight.
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Her skin was radiantly glowing due to the sun's bright hues shining benevolently against it. Her pink lips had formed the perfect pout as she observed something on the rose gold phone she held between the vacuum of her palms.
For an entire hour he had kept his eyes solely on the woman that had managed to always pique his interest, and remain his only focus. For sixty minutes; he had never averted his gaze as he watched every move she made, following suit when she did so.
The final time for that day he had followed her to a destination; he frowned at the parking lot he had ended up in, plus the sight he watched before him. When her Cocaine White Mercedes Coupe parked in the parallel spot adjacent to his Ferrari F8 Spider, a Black Rolls Royce Wraith, sped into the spot immediately next to her.
Both driver's side doors opened to reveal, the woman he had been following all day, and a man who he had only seen twice before. Impulsively; his jaws clicked tightly as he observed the male. His eyes were scanning the parking lot skeptically, looking for anything out of the ordinary as he took the woman under his guidance, leading the way to the building they had all parked outside of.
Rocko pulled the orange hood further over his eyes, sliding the phone from his pocket, capturing a burst of pictures of the two; adding to the collection he had already began to build. Once they had completely vanished from his line of vision, he turned the volume up on his radio, moving his head rhythmically to the beat.
An hour had passed, when the pair had finally evacuated the establishment. By that time, Rocko had already comfortably slouched back in his seat, as he awaited the two; right hand rested snugly on the Smith and Wesson occupying his lap.
He watched keenly as the two exchanged words, before the male sent her on the short two steps to her parked car. For a while the two spoke, the man's head tucked deeply inside of the woman's vehicle. Then, after a while, Rocko's eyes observed as he patted the roof of her car two times before stepping back, allowing her to revive the engine.
