White Chocolate (ON HOLD)
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Last published Sun, Feb 2, 2014
Nathanial had always attracted the ladies. He has always been able to charm the socks off of any woman and he took advantage of that. However when he sees the beautiful chocolate colored woman he'd never expected to feel some type of physical attraction towards her. He'd expected even for her to fall for his charms, but she was one feisty little spitfire. He hadn't expected to fall in love with her or for her to even reciprocate the feelings. But surely this is beyond crazy and nothing could possibly make this work. After all she was black, and he was white. Love definitely sees no color.
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