Violet Ankamah's POV.
How do people do this every. Single. Week?!
I am currently taking a much needed break, at the bar.
Te'Ariya is still dancing, with Kea, who is looking after her.
I'm here dehydrated, sleepy and ready to go home.
"Can I get you something to drink, sweetheart?" I hear a voice call.
I turn to see a really pretty bartender looking at me.
She's got short auburn locs and several piercing in her ears and tattoos all over her dark skin.
"Something strong please!" I tell her, politely.
She smiles and gives me a small wink.
"I got you" she says.
As she makes my drink, I scan my eyes over the room, taking everything in.
My eyes stop short and my heart starts to pound as I see a familiar face.
Now what was his name?
Oscar?
Owen?
What, was-?
"Doctor Ankamah" his low smooth tone calls out.
I snap my eyes shut, willing this to just be a dream.
He just caught me staring at him.
Yet again!
I open my eyes and he is right in front of me.
I take in his outfit. He looks different.
A black t-shirt replaces his crisp white dress shirt.
A causal jacket replaces a tailored-to-fit suit jacket.
And a pair of jeans, replace the pressed and ironed slacks.
Somehow his relaxed clothing looks made from him, fitting every contour of his Greek-God like figure.
He is not extremely bulky, but the blind can see that he takes care of his body well. It's chiseled, to perfection, with that slight layer of fat over the top.
He's attractive.
By the looks of it, he is checking me out, too.
"Mr Miller" I say, giving him an acknowledgment nod and looking away, from his distracting body.
He chuckles and sits down.
"It's good to see you, doctor" he says.
"Hm, Violet" I respond, thanking the gorgeous bartender as she gives me my drink.
"What, we're on first name basis now?" he asks.
I don't look at him, but I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Hm, well it's the least I can do. You did save me from that nightmare in my meeting earlier this week." I tell him, mentally cringing at the memory.
"You seemed to be in a clear state of distress, so I thought I'd chip in" he tells me.
I nod.
There is a silence as I sip my drink, willing the conversation to be over.
"So, what is a woman like you, doing in a place like this?" he asks me, a humorous tone.
A woman like me?
Meaning what?
Don't lose your temper Violet. He could mean it as a compliment.
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Violets Are Blue
Romance(EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Roses Are Red And Violet Is Blue. Doctor Violet Ankamah is a surgeon and a great one at that. Her life is perfect. Her job is perfect. Her poise, natural elegance and cold demeanor, makes everyone around her fawn. It's alm...
