Thursday, February 16, 2012

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 ( sneak peak)
The next morning Sofia finally mustered up the courage to leave her room. The smell of bacon, eggs, and grits tingled her senses. Her mother knew just how to draw her  further out of her room.
“ Hey mommy,” she said gruffly.
“ Good morning my love, hungry? “ her mother more so stated than asked. She placed a huge plate in front of her. Sofia’s eyes widened at the amount of food.
“ I can’t eat all of this, “ she said in a depressed and defeated voice.
“ Eat as much as you can baby, I gotta put some meat on your bones,” her mother smiled in response. She gazed upon her daughters frail and disappearing frame. 
As Sofia attempted to pick up her spoon her hand shook. She was weak from sleepless nights, and fringed nerves. Her mother took her spoon from her and fed her as if she were the infant she had brought home 26 years ago. She blew gently on the hot spponful, cupped her hand underneath it and slowly fed Sofia bigger spoonfuls than the one she was feeding herself.
“ Mommy....” Sofia groaned.
“ Shhh... just eat,” she said to her daughter.
As her mother continued feeding her, Sofia heard her front door close. Her ears perked as she quickly said, “ Charles?!” 
“ No baby it’s daddy,” he father entered the kitchen. With one look Sofia’s sobs returned. He rushed over to his daughter’s side. Both he and her mother held her.
“ It will be okay baby I promise, “ he father said.
Sofia wiped her eyes, “ I can’t keep doing this,” she sniffled, “ He isn’t crying over me so why am I wasting tears on him?” she snuffed.
“ Babygirl I’m sure he is crying somewhere, regretting every second of the past few weeks,” He father reassured her, “ If not he damn sure will when I get a hold of him.”
The night Charles broke the news Sofia’s father went on a man hunt determined to make Charles feel the pain he put his daughter through..
“ Has anyone seen the boy?” Sofia’s mother asked.
“ No, no one knows where he is,” her father responded.
“ That bastard,” her mother whispered, “ Come on babygirl let’s get you out of this dress, and freshen you up, it will make you feel better.” 
Sofia’s father started to clean the kitchen as she and her mother walked slowly up the stairs. He mother carried the train of her dress lifting the weight off of Sofia’s back. When they entered her room her mother ran her a bath and began clearing the wreckage that was once Sofia and Charles’ master bedroom.
Once the tub filled with hot water, she put put eight drops of lavender oil to help soothe Sofia as she soaked.
“ Thank you mommy,” Sofia said meekly. 
Sofia sat in the tub and stared into space. She looked like a zombie, completely zoned out and unaware that her mother was bathing her.
Her mother hummed an old lullaby as she washed her daughter’s back. She squeezed a sponge full of water on top of Sofia’s head and began gently washing her hair. The water brought Sofia’s senses back to life. She inhaled for the first time in weeks.
After her bath Sofia went downstairs to sit on the porch with her parents. They both sat on the chair swing sipping a cup of tea. She sat in between them and laid her head on her father’s shouldered.
“Feel better? “ he asked.
“ A little,” she responded.
“ Each day will get better,” he responded.
“ I know daddy I ....I just want my other half,” she whimpered, “ I want to feel whole again.” 
“ You were whole before him and you are whole after him,” he father said strongly, “ He was an addition to your magnificence.” 
Sofia sighed as she closed her eyes, and inhaled the comforting smell of her father’s after shave. 
The phone ring,  as she motioned to get it, her body flopped back into the chair, too weak to raise itself.
“ I’ll get it,” her mother gently patted Sofia on her thigh. 
“ Ok,” Sofia said, she snuggled closer to her father.
Sofia’s mother returned to the porch with a stern look on her face. The same look she wore when Sofia told her that she was moving in with Charles before they got married. 
“ Who is it?” her father asked.
Her mother looked at her father then at Sofia.
“ It’s Charles,” she said.
**** To purchase the book Sofia’s love please email Kyndall at kbp0227@gmail.com***

Chapter 4- Sofia's Love

“ You plan on rotting here?” Charles heard a familiar voice ask him.
As he slowly opened his eyes the sun blinded him from seeing the figure in front of him. He must have passed out from drinking.
“ Come on man....what would your mother say?” Zach reached down to pull his drunkened cousin up from the chair where he had fallen asleep.
“ How did you know I was here? “ Charles asked. His throat was raw from the Jack Daniels. He didn’t expect any visitors.
“ Man, I’ve know your ass since you were two you think I can’t find you?” Zach responded, “ How do you feel?”
Zach gazed at his cousin. After 26 years he had never seen Charles look so defeated, even when his mother passed away.
“ Why do you care?” Charles retorted, irritated at the fact he had been found in his secret hideout.
“Look man, I’m not the one who caused this mess I’m just trying to make sure you made it out ok. Especially since you dropped hiroshima on the fam and all.”
“ You were the one talking about how much the ring cost and my guessing,” Charles spitefully responded.
“ Calm down man, you know I would never wish any shit like this on you or Sofia,” Zach spat back.
Zach and Charles always had small tifts, even as kids. But this tift felt like war.
“ So what are you trying to say? This shit is all on me?!” Charles asked.
“ I just want to check on you man, that’s all,” Zach said gently.
“ Yea well I’m good,” Charles responded.
“ Good, then you can kick the cast away look and get freshened up, pop has been looking for you all over the place.”
“ yea I figured,” Charles responded guiltily, “ I’ll meet you at the house in an hour ok?” 
“ Aight man,” Zach responded hesitantly. He looked at Charles, “ You promise?”
“ Yea, bet.” Charles responded.
“ Aight man, I’ll see you in a few,” Zach got up from his chair and patted Charles on the shoulder, “ I love you man, no homo.” 
Charles let out a slight laugh, “ Love you too man.”
Charles waited until he heard Zach pull out of the dock before he headed below to freshen up.
He hadn’t showered in days. His 5 o’clock shadow looked more like 10 o’clock. The last time he shaved was the night after he broke the news. He remembered that evening as if it were yesterday.
“ Did you tell her? She asked.
“ Yea,” Charles lied.
“ How did she take it?” she asked again.
“ You already asked me that,” Charles snapped back.
“ I...I’m sorry,” she bowed her head in shame. 
Charles felt bad for being so mean, “ I”m sorry I’m not in my right mind, how are you holding up? You know with everything and all?”
“ I’m still kicking, well should I say he’s still kicking,” She motioned down to her stomach. 
“ Good,” Charles rubbed the bulge that housed his future son. 
He had asked her to meet him in their usual spot on the other side of Hollywood, he didn’t want to run the risk of anyone seeing him after last night.
“ So, what’s next?” she asked.
Charles sighed,” I’ll find a house for us and the baby, can you give me a month at least.”
“ I can do that,” She responded sweetly, “ Can I shop with you?”
“ NO!” Charles quickly responded.
“ What do you mean NO?!” her voice began to raise, “ You told her already why hide? I thought this is what you wanted?” 
“ It is,” Charles tried to gather his thoughts, “ It’s just complicated right now okay?” 
“ The last thing I want is for anything to happen to you or my son,” he continued.
“OUR son,” she quickly spat.
“ Right. Our son.” Charles said quietly.
“ 30 days Charles that’s it I’m ready to be a family just like you promised,” she reminded him.
“ And we will be, I just need time to clean up the mess so it can just be me, you, and the baby,” Charles grasped her hand and gently squeezed it. He felt the tension release as she became comforted by his touch.
“ Okay,” she responded. He leaned in and kissed her gently on her forehead.
As Charles wiped the steam from the shower off of his mirror, he stared at the man in the mirror. He no longer knew who he was he just knew that he had to make moves.

Chapter 3- Sofia's Love

“ Sofie baby, it’s mommy open the door sweety,”
Sophia groaned as she rose from her bed two weeks after Charles left her without explanation. She still wore the crystal encrusted ball gown she personally designed for her wedding day. She still went through with the ceremony as planned hoping he would come to his senses. Instead of meeting her husband at the alter Sofia was met with judgmental eyes and stale emotions.
  Her gown, was covered in salted tissues  the weight of it caused her to slump, she gazed at her mats of hair and withered made up face.  
She slowly trudged towards her door. 
“ Well hello there princess, how are we doing?” her mother asked sweetly.
“Ughhhhhhhhhhh,” Sophie grumbled as she flopped back into her sheets.
She felt her mother sit beside her and stroke her matted curls. 
“ You have to get out of bed baby,” her mother said softly.
“ I’m just tired mommy. Just....” and then she began to sob.
Her mother quickly grasped her daughter and held her. She wanted to love her daughter’s hurt away. Yet she knew the kisses could not recover the pieces of her daughters broken heart.
“ Why mommy? Why didn’t he call? Why haven’t I seen him? WHAT DID I DO?!!?!!” Sofia became hysterical. Charles left her without a clue nor indication that he had fallen out of love with her. His speech even confirmed it. That day was perfect....
“Bay?!” “Bayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Sofia yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She had just finished making breakfast, 
“ Yea baby,”
“Don’t forget to bring everything down for our trip.”
“I won’t Sofie,” She’s relentless Charles thought to himself.
He neatly placed each days outfit on his bed wondering if he had over packed for his wedding weekend. 
“How long are we staying at the spot?” He yelled back down to Sophia.
“Two days baby,” she yelled back, “ Tonight is the rehearsal and dinner, then we are having our prelude barbecue before the wedding.” 
Sofia smiled to herself as she said it with a country accent.
Upstairs Charles finished his packing and made his way to Sophie.
“ Do you like the name?” Sofia asked her Fiance.
“ What? What are you talking about baby?” he responded as he trotted down the stairs.
“ Nevermind,” Sophia sighed. I swear he’s deaf, she thought to herself
That afternoon Sofia and Charles spent the day riding through the Califorina streets. She loved their trips. It was like they were Bonnie and Clyde onto their next adventure. 
“ Wow, “ She heard Charles say, “ This is beautfiul.”
“ You like?” Sofia asked as they pulled into the circular drive way of the San Diego Estate she booked for the wedding. The grounds were perfectly kept, it was covered in white lilies and dogwoods. It’s 1892 structure stood with strength. Each window pane glistened in the afternoon sun. It was everything Sophia could have imagined. She first saw it on the cover of a magazine as she walked by. When she saw it a second time on David Tutera she was convinced it was a sign that she was to be married there. 
“ Yea,,” Charles responded. He always felt that Sophia overspent. He was never into the finer things in life, having his needs met was enough.
Sofia gently grasped her Fiance’s hand as they headed inside the mansion of the estate.
“ Welcome to the Saint Bernadine Estates,” The Manager said as she ushered them into the foyer. The grandeur stair case was laced in gold it matched the crystals that gleamed from the chandelier.
As Sofia and Charles walked through the home, the history and beauty left them both speechless.
“ We have set up 43 bedrooms for your guests in addition to round the clock room service,” the manager motioned to each guest house covering the 12 acre land. 
“ Additionally our in house chef will cook for the duration of the weekend.”

“ That sounds lovely!” Sophia squealed as she clapped her hands together,” Isn’t it wonderful baby?!” 
“ That it is.” Charles said.
“ One last thing, “ the manager led Sophia and Charles to the back of the house, “Mr. Grey Sophia informed me that your venue would be a surprise.”
“ That she did,” he gently kissed Sophia on the cheek.
“ Well then, you will be pleased to see where you will be exchanging your vows.”
Behind the house was a private lake. Charles’ jaw dropped as he witnessed the beauty. The lake was a third of the 12 acre land. It sparkled like diamonds in the sun. The crisp blue water looked good enough to drink.
Although the wedding decor had not been set, Charles was happy to exchange his vows in such an enchanting location.
“ Bay how did you... I... I’m just in awe,” was all that Charles could manage to say.
“See...I knew you would love it,” Sofia mentally patted herself on the back, “ After our wedding you and I can sit out on our private dock and watch the stars.”
Sofia knew how much Charles enjoyed the outdoors. The lake was the icing on the cake.
“ I can’t wait to marry you baby,” Charles said.
“ Me neither.”
Later that night Charles and Sofia met their family and friends in the foyer.
“ Sofia I can’t believe you found this location!” Erika exclaimed.
“ Yea girl this shit must have cost you a fortune,”  Gayle said.
“ Language Gayle,” Sofia quickly retorted.
“ Uh Oh let me find out you got all she she frew frew on me,” Gayle playfully responded.
With one look at each other the girls burst into laughter.
“ Gayle why do we always cut up around you?” Erika asked.
“ Because you tight wads barely breathe in that firm of yours,” 
“ Sad to say, she’s right,” Sofia said to Erika.
“ Yea , but this weekend is all about you honey and..,” Erika began to say.
“ And we are going to CUT IT ALL UP!” Gayle interrupted. 
The laughter from Sofia and her best friends filled the foyer. 
“ Man, you sure you ready,” James asked Charles as they sat down in the cigar room.
Charles sighed, “ Yea man better time than any I guess,” he responded as he lit a  complimentary cuban. 
“ You guess?!” Charles’ cousin Zach questioned, “ Nigga you bought a $30,000 dollar ring for that girl you better be sure!.”
“ Damn Zach why does the cost of her ring always seem to come up with you?” Charles could feel the blood rushing to his hands. 
“ I’m just saying man, just because you are a big shot doesn’t mean that you have to spend big shot money, especially not for a girl you are guessing about.”
“ If you want keep your teeth I suggest you shut the hell up,” Charles spitefully responded.
“ Whoa, guys,” James chuckled nervously, “ Charles is completely undeniably sure he loves Sofia, if he isn’t I’ll wife her up and pawn that $30,000 dollar ring for myself.”
They laughed, “ Man you are stupid for that one, “ Zach said through his laughs.
“ I’m just saying,” James grinned.
“ Attention everyone,” the house manager yelled,” Dinner is served.” 
As the guests entered the dining room they were greeted by a long table lined with golden plates and utensils. The table scape was that of royalty. The royal purple lilies ,from the estate’s garden, were neatly arranged in the middle of each section of the table. Hand scripted place cards sat on top of the golden speckled napkins. The gold chairs were complimented by cream colored cushions. The room was illuminated with 18th century chandeliers. The room held just the right amount of glamor. 
“ Wow,” was the only word said by all.
“ You are way passed she she frew frew,” Gayle whispered to Sofia.
Sofia’s grinned covered her entire face. She reveled in the compliments and attention.
Once everyone set at their seats, Erika stood to give her speech, she tapped lightly on her glass of champagne to get everyone’s attention.
“ First and foremost I just want to thank Charles and Sofia for having their wedding weekend in such a magical place,” everyone nodded in agreement,” Sofia, I have known you for eight long years now, and I have never seen you smile as much as you do when you are with Charles. Everyday you walk with a glow, I don’t know what you are doing Charles, but if you are going to do it for the rest of her life.... I’m going to have to marry you too!” the crowd roared with laughter, “ But on a serious note you two are meant for each other. Your bond makes my heart smile, and gives me  hope that my prince charming is still out there.” 
“ That’s right!” Sofia said.
Erika winked at her best friend cuddled up with her fiance,” To Sofia and Charles!” 
Sofia looked around as everyone raised their glasses to toast. Everyone she had ever loved surrounded her. From her 91 year old bubby to her closest friends. It was a dream come true and she never wanted to wake up.
“ And now, the groom will give a speech,” Charles’ Grandfather belted quickly.
“ Oooo no, no,” Charles responded playfully.
“ Speech! Speech!” The guests urged.
“ Well since you pressured me I guess I can give a speech and all, “ Charles reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out the speech he had written for his family, friends, and Sofia.
He cleared his throat, “ Sofia, from the first day I saw you I knew you would be the one for me. Remember that day? You came into the cafe like a ray of sunshine. I’ll never forget how my heart skipped seeing you. Over the years we have had our ups and downs from family illness to your cancer. But through it all we still held strong,” Sofia’s eyes began to water as she thought of those times. “ I am honored to call you my wife and blessed to have you for a lifetime, I love you baby you are my world.”
Charles bent down and softly kissed Sofia. 
“Thank you bay,” she whispered.
As Sofia’s sobs subsided, she continued replaying that moment in her mind. Charles had no signs of doubt. Sofia held her head as it pounded with questions. She took another Zanax to numb her emotions. Secretly she hoped it would stop her heart, for the pieces inside jabbed at her broken soul.

Chapter 2-Sofia's Love

The next morning charles awoke to the sounds of the waves crashing against his boat. 
“ I feel like shit,” he said to himself.
As he surveyed his place of refuge, last night slowly pieced itself together. The second half of his suit laid lifeless on a fold out chair, he noticed the vows he had written for Sofia hanging hopelessly from his pocket. He continued to notice his cuff links and the rolex his grandfather gave him last night at rehearsal.
“ You are my proudest moment,” Charles heard his grandfather say as he pat him on his back. Even for 73 his grandfather still held it’s athletic frame. His dark cocoa skin gleamed, the dimples from generations encrusted his cheeks. Even for an old man his salt and pepper hair suited him. 
“Here.”
His grandfather handed him a navy box wrapped tightly in a sky blue ribbon. On the box it said, “ To my true Son, from your Grandfather.” 
As Charles opened the box he felt his heart flood with honor, dignity, and love. 
“ The Rolex,” was all he could manage to say. The vintage 1924 Rolex laid perfectly on a small silk pillow. It’s white gold wrist band shined at Charles as it complimented the diamonds surrounding it’s black face. It was worth more than Charles’ house, car, motorcycle, and salary combined. His great great grandfather bought it with his first check. The first document ever to be written in his name. It was the document that started his family, it was the first property owned by the first Charles Grey. 
“ I couldn’t have thought of a better time, “ his grandfather said. His grey eyes looked deeply into Charles’. 
He had always known his Grandfather to be his father. He raised Charles after his father decided heroin was worth more than time with his son.     
Charles rubbed his hands over his head as if he tried to release the flashbacks from last night. Sofia’s face. He had never seen her so hurt, it was as if he had taken her soul from her. He could never face that. 
He walked up to his dock to breathe in the fresh air. The seagulls had conveniently nestled themselves in his boat chairs. He looked into the distance as if searching for some type of out. He hadn’t even checked his phone. 
Reluctantly he reached his hand into his pocket to face his fate. 
“ 57 texts, 42 missed calls, and 36 voicemails,” he said, “ pshh, you’d think I shot Obama.”  Before checking the first message Charles grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniel’s that he slept with last night. It was half full. 
“ Let the good times roll, “ he sarcastically cheered to the seagulls.
“Charles this is Erika let me know if you need me to call your boys.”
“ Charles it’s your grandfather call me son,” hearing the sound of his grandfather’s voice shattered the last bit of strength and dignity Charles had. Tears flowed from his eyes and welled into puddles along the dock. He swallowed another shot of Jack to temporally ease the pain. 
He felt his phone vibrate in his hand, as he looked down at the caller id he was relieved it wasn’t anyone from last night. 
“ How did it go?”
“ Better than 9-11, “ he sarcastically replied, “ I’ll see you tonight.”
“ Ok,” the voice replied. 
As Charles looked out into the sea he watched his life get carried away by the tide wondering where it would be.  

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Secret to My Garden.....

I met him on a Thursday, it was the beginning of fall. Although he came to me to conduct business, my temptress couldn’t help but seduce him, just a little. I maintained my professionalism. However the way I licked my lips, and swayed my hips while still maintaining my cool intrigued him. 
“So what would you like to eat for lunch?” he asked me.
“ Lunch?” I asked innocently.
“ Yes, you have to eat right?” he asked.
“Right,” 
“So let me take you to lunch.” 
His assertiveness had turned me on, I couldn’t help but to be interested, besides I was hungry. 
Like a gentlemen, he drove his car around and opened my door for me. We cruised calmly through the downtown streets listening to Wale telling me that I was his Lotus Flower. 
He took me too a coy spot downtown. The food boasts of a mom and pop taste with a modern swag. 
We began to relax as we talked lightly about our pasts. The yearning in his eyes let me know that our future would be filled with hot and heavy nights.
“ Are you single? ” I asked
“Divorced,” he answered with a gruff voice, his head laid low as if he was counting the streams of steam that rose off of his plate. 
“ How long?”
“ Three months, “ he looked up at me. I watched his guard slowly fall as he realized that I only wanted to get to know him. 
“ And you?” he asks
“ Single, for now.”
“ Now?”
“ Yea, a pretty girl like me doesn’t stay single for too long,” I said with a slight laugh. 
He smiled, “ You’re right, a PYT like you wouldn’t know anything about being single for too long.” 
“ And how young do you think I am?” I felt my black girl attitude peaking through my proper persona.
He chuckled at my reaction,“I don’t mean to offend you but I would say at least 10 years. “ 
My body language definitely disagreed.
The soft look on his face reflected his understanding, “ Ok.... so tell me, where were you in 1993?” he asked. 
"I was becoming a big sister  and entering the next grade in elementary school.” 
His face was laced with shock.
“ Wow....” was all he could say, my youth made him speechless. 
“ And where were you?” I wanted to know
“Pledging my fraternity while taking over my second year in college.” 
“ Ok cool, so there are things that you can teach me,“ I responded nonchalantly.  He realized that he was the only one paralyzed by shock and fixed his face.
“ Yea , anything.” he simply replied. 
“ Age doesn’t matter to me, you aren’t the first man that I have dated that was where you were in 1993.” 
“ O really?” he asked. 
I had to think about my reply. I didn’t want him to think that I was some chick looking for a sugar daddy. I create relationships based off of how I feel. Materials, looks, and finer things are wonderful perks, but when it all falls down I want to  know that my hero is the man I wake up to every morning. 
“ Yes, he was the same age as you. My maturity and hunger for life keeps me from holding interest in the men in my age range.”
“ And how is that?” he asked.
 Our conversation was turning into a therapeutic session.
“I like to be mentally stimulated, motivated, loved, learned, spanked, and taught a lesson, while still being protected. Unfortunately men my age don’t understand what that is because they haven’t achieved that level of maturity yet.”
“ I understand, and it’s good to know. I honestly didn’t think you were that young. You carry yourself very well,” he gave me a coy smile slightly revealing his pearly white teeth. I took a moment to truly look at the man across from me. He was fine like the wine my lips yearn to sip. His years of playing football caused his body to maintain it’s gladiator frame. His salt and pepper beard was closely shaven complimenting the cool grey color of his eyes.
We spent our lunch learning of each other, laughing and joking. Debating about the best football teams in the league and drifting in our thoughts of love, passion, and the pursuit of happiness. 
He pulled next to my car.
“ I enjoyed you, “ he said.
“ Thank you I enjoyed your time too.” 
“ So let’s do it again, dinner next time,” he said.
“ I’d like that, “ I smiled and gently replied, “ Thank you for lunch and your company I look forward to hearing from you soon.”
“ Hey babe, “ he said.
“ Yea,” I meekly replied. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered, he called me babe.
“ Meet me for a night cap, tonight at the Ritz,”
“Ok,” was all I could manage to say. 
I gracefully stepped out of his car, managing to maintain my balance amongst the clouds I was floating on. He guided me to my car and opened my door for me . He lightly kissed my cheek and said,” I’ll see you tonight.” 
I had spent the evening marinating in the tub. I let the lavender oil seep into my system as Musiq sexily told me how beautiful I am.
“ Well Ms.Peele, what are we going to do with ourselves?” I asked more so asking the bubbles in the tub than myself. It’s funny how things happen. We happened to be moguls, happened to be single, happened to be sexy, and now we are willing to see if what happened will be happening?
After soaking for an hour or so, I began the process of getting dressed. 
“ Time for elegance,” I said to myself while smiling at my reflection. The black lace set I was wearing was the perfect accompaniment to my red pouty lips. The steam made them moist, as if the taste for love dripped from them. 
I was definitely feeling myself. My confidence that cruised throughout the day decided to take the express lane to class. It was not only my plan to “ woo” him I was going to enwrap him in the addiction of me.
Before slipping on my little black dress. I took one last overview of what laid underneath. There’s something about black that accentuates my light skin. The lace perfectly traced the outline of my tear dropped bottom that was topped with two dimples on each cheek. I wore my favorite Prada stilettos. The 6 inch heels were the perfect accent to my toned curves. My months of running showed. I slipped on my fitted black number and headed to the Ritiz, wondering if he would be the beat to my lyrics.
As I handed the valet my keys, my Fossil clicked half past 8.
”Every girl is fashionably late,” I thought to myself.
The Ritz was my secret dream hotel. I loved it's old hollywood glam. When I entered the lobby it felt as if I had drifted back in time. It held a speak easy feel, sexy and intimate. The melodies of the Jazz Band guided me to the bar. The smells of rum and lust created the perfect cocktail for the night. Everyone was in arms, and I was waiting to be in his.
Then I saw him. His 6’5 frame moved stealthily through the crowd. He kept his eyes on me, even when he was being watched by everyone else.
“ You’re gorgeous, “ was the first thing he said to me.
“ You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said while giving a seductive smile.
He chuckled lightly, “ Shall we?” he asked as he extended his hand.
I lightly placed my hand into his. He folded his fingers as if he were wrapping a delicate package. My heart smiled at the comfort I felt.
He led me to a private section of the bar. I sat into my seat and gazed upon the handsome gladiator that I accompanied. 
He wore a dark navy suite, tailored of course. The diamonds in his ear gleamed at my pearls. They matched the Rolex he sported ever so casually. 
“ So how did I do?” 
“ I’m sorry whaa...what did you say?” his questioned snapped me out of my daze.
He laughed, “ You’re the fashion expert Ms. Peele how did your boy do?” his deep voice asked again. 
His smile challenged my hard to get persona. My heart was yearning to fall in love with this man. I not only wanted to feed him the sex, love, and other drugs I cooked in my kitchen of thoughts, I never wanted to skip dessert, because he deserved every bit of it.
“ You did great,“ I replied while giving him a soft smile.
“ Thank you. So what can I get you?”
“ Hmmm, let’s start with chardonnay,” I replied.

“ Classy I see,” he winked.
“ One of many things.”
He laughed. “ I must say you are the first woman i’ve met that has had such spice.”
“ Too hot for you I see?” I asked playfully. 
“ Nope,” he walked over to me and whispered deeply, “ I like the heat.”
After two Chardonnays, and three dry martinis, our true feelings set the table.
“I like you,” he said, “ and I want to see where this goes.”
“ Well... I won’t argue with that,” I responded while secretly grinning inside “ Where would you like this to go?”
“May I show you something?” 
“ Of course” 
We walked back to the lobby where we caught a private elevator. He pressed a button to an un numbered floor.
“ Floor G?” I asked.
“ You’ll see.”
“ Ok,” I said nervously, a part of me wondered where he was taking me. Luckily I brought pearl in case my right hook doesn’t make the point.
As the elevator doors opened, an atrium filled with exotic plants and trees greeted me. It was if we stepped into another world. The pinks, fuchsias, and oranges brightly colored the room. Although it was 12:30 at night it felt like the sun was just setting. 
“ This is beautiful, “ was all I could manage to say. Who would have thought such a tropical paradise hid amongst the slums of New York City.
“ It’s one of my favorite places,” he said to me, “ I come here often to think about the different decisions I make.”
“ O yea? Like what?” I asked.
“ Like your offer,” he responded.
“ And what is your decision?” I asked beyond the African Moon flowers I was smelling.
“ I’d like to pursue a partnership with you contingent upon you agreeing to my terms.” 
Unlike me, he decided to tuck his professionalism in his pocket instead of leaving it at home. 
“ Ok,” I said as I walked towards him, “ I’ll play ball, name your terms.”
“ First, we must never let us interfere with our businesses,”
“ Agreed,” I responded.
“ Secondly,” he walked closer into me, his Armani cologne danced through my senses, “you must let me spoil you, teach you, and learn you in every way that you allow me to.”
“Mmmm....Agreed,” my response barely left my lips, for both sets dripped with fantasy. 
“ Lastly Ms. Peele, I require your honesty no matter how hurtful nor brash.”
“ So...Where do I sign?” I asked. 
His hand gently brushed my cheek, while the other cupped one of my dimpled assets. His tongue traced my lips before deeply plunging into the tastes of my mouth. 
My secret garden opened it’s gates, and let him taste the forbidden fruit. He was the Adam to my Eve and we were going to rule the world.