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those heroin-thin models. How could a woman survive being that thin? She couldn’t possibly eat, or worse yet she might eat and then force herself to vomit. Bulimia. Black women weren’t meant to be chocolate replicas of Twiggy, no matter how pretty the face. Well, okay, so maybe she wasn’t that thin but he liked a woman he could hold on to. Another lesson he learned about himself from his relationship with Elissa, who was also thin. In his opinion, Chloe Bolton would be much prettier if she gained fifteen or twenty pounds.
Whoa! He stopped his thoughts immediately. It shouldn’t...no, it didn’t matter to him what size she was, or how that related to the type of women he found himself attracted to.
“Vonnie ... I mean Devon. Deshawn’s pulling up in the yard.”
Nana Lil’s voice reached him faintly through the closed bedroom door. He walked naked to the hamper in his closet to toss in the gray towel he had been drying off with. He pulled out a casual outfit from the many clothes hanging in his walk-in closet. He was anxious to grab Deshawn and escort their beautiful client over to the office. The sooner they got this impromptu meeting over with, the sooner she would be back in place in her suite at the ritzy Grand Royale in Charleston. And the sooner that happened, the better!
∞
Deshawn maneuvered his gray Ford F-150 pickup truck, like his brother’s, to squeeze past the flashy red BMW in the driveway, to park in his usual spot, next to his brother. He eyed the vehicle before climbing the steps onto the porch and into the house.
He removed the hand-tailored lightweight Tommy Hilfiger navy blazer he wore, laying it on one of the two green leather recliners adjacent to the fireplace. He was so glad to take it off in the sweltering summer heat. His sweat-soaked back felt like someone had thrown a cup of water onto him. The only reason he had even gotten up and pulled on the monkey suit to go to church at all was to try and hook up with this pretty, dark-skinned girl that he saw there last week. Deshawn would go to any lengths for the sake of love, or was it lust? Well, whatever it was, he was determined.
“Nana Lil, whose car is that?” He yelled out.
“It’s mine.”
Deshawn looked up from his wrist, where he was removing his gold watch, to see the face that matched the soft, husky voice. He was always interested in meeting a new lady. He froze for a second and then laughed, “Damn ... oh, sorry. ’Cuse me, but you look just like—”
“Chloe Bolton, right?” She stepped forward, a soft smile on her lips, her delicate hand outstretched. “Anyone ever tell you that you look like Devon Jamison?”
He took her hand, enjoying the feel of her soft palm, inhaling the flowery scent of her perfume as he laughed at her joke. “Ha ... ha ... ha ... that’s funny.”
“Yeah, I thought it was.” Chloe laughed at his feigned sarcastic expression. “Anyway, I am Chloe Bolton. You must be Deshawn.”
Reluctantly, he released her hand, at a total loss for words. He considered himself a connoisseur of women, and this woman was truly ranked with a fine, exquisite wine. The best. As he looked directly into her smiling eyes, he gave her his most charming and irresistible smile. When she smiled in return he said a silent, “Thank you, Jesus!”
∞
They were identical, but Chloe saw the difference in their personalities immediately. This one’s eyes were bright, friendly and charming, unlike the brooding, angry looks of his brother. Instantly, she felt more comfortable around Deshawn, less on her guard.
Lil walked out of her bedroom, which was directly off the living room, holding a photo album. She sent him upstairs to get his brother and to change. Quickly she showed Chloe the few pictures of her grandparents in the album. Chloe gasped with pleasure at the pictures of her mother as a chubby, angel-faced toddler. Tears nearly spilled onto her cheeks when Lil gave her a small, faded picture of a
Whoa! He stopped his thoughts immediately. It shouldn’t...no, it didn’t matter to him what size she was, or how that related to the type of women he found himself attracted to.
“Vonnie ... I mean Devon. Deshawn’s pulling up in the yard.”
Nana Lil’s voice reached him faintly through the closed bedroom door. He walked naked to the hamper in his closet to toss in the gray towel he had been drying off with. He pulled out a casual outfit from the many clothes hanging in his walk-in closet. He was anxious to grab Deshawn and escort their beautiful client over to the office. The sooner they got this impromptu meeting over with, the sooner she would be back in place in her suite at the ritzy Grand Royale in Charleston. And the sooner that happened, the better!
∞
Deshawn maneuvered his gray Ford F-150 pickup truck, like his brother’s, to squeeze past the flashy red BMW in the driveway, to park in his usual spot, next to his brother. He eyed the vehicle before climbing the steps onto the porch and into the house.
He removed the hand-tailored lightweight Tommy Hilfiger navy blazer he wore, laying it on one of the two green leather recliners adjacent to the fireplace. He was so glad to take it off in the sweltering summer heat. His sweat-soaked back felt like someone had thrown a cup of water onto him. The only reason he had even gotten up and pulled on the monkey suit to go to church at all was to try and hook up with this pretty, dark-skinned girl that he saw there last week. Deshawn would go to any lengths for the sake of love, or was it lust? Well, whatever it was, he was determined.
“Nana Lil, whose car is that?” He yelled out.
“It’s mine.”
Deshawn looked up from his wrist, where he was removing his gold watch, to see the face that matched the soft, husky voice. He was always interested in meeting a new lady. He froze for a second and then laughed, “Damn ... oh, sorry. ’Cuse me, but you look just like—”
“Chloe Bolton, right?” She stepped forward, a soft smile on her lips, her delicate hand outstretched. “Anyone ever tell you that you look like Devon Jamison?”
He took her hand, enjoying the feel of her soft palm, inhaling the flowery scent of her perfume as he laughed at her joke. “Ha ... ha ... ha ... that’s funny.”
“Yeah, I thought it was.” Chloe laughed at his feigned sarcastic expression. “Anyway, I am Chloe Bolton. You must be Deshawn.”
Reluctantly, he released her hand, at a total loss for words. He considered himself a connoisseur of women, and this woman was truly ranked with a fine, exquisite wine. The best. As he looked directly into her smiling eyes, he gave her his most charming and irresistible smile. When she smiled in return he said a silent, “Thank you, Jesus!”
∞
They were identical, but Chloe saw the difference in their personalities immediately. This one’s eyes were bright, friendly and charming, unlike the brooding, angry looks of his brother. Instantly, she felt more comfortable around Deshawn, less on her guard.
Lil walked out of her bedroom, which was directly off the living room, holding a photo album. She sent him upstairs to get his brother and to change. Quickly she showed Chloe the few pictures of her grandparents in the album. Chloe gasped with pleasure at the pictures of her mother as a chubby, angel-faced toddler. Tears nearly spilled onto her cheeks when Lil gave her a small, faded picture of a
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