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something small and relatively close to shopping and central to the city. Most of my classes are online and some nearby, so I don’t have to worry about the travel time as much. Plus they’re a lot of companies close by where I wouldn’t mind starting my career at.”
As an underemployed graduate student it was all she really could afford and it had been important to her to live in one of the safest and up and coming neighborhoods of Atlanta. The rent took a hefty chunk of her income and savings, but her peace of mind and comfort was worth more.
“You’re a smart, successful woman. I love that about you.”
“I’m an only child and I grew up in a single parent home with my mother, so being independent and making wise decisions is really all I know.”
He sat down and watched in the kitchen as she unwrapped the cheesecake slices they’ d ordered to-go from the restaurant. “You said your mom didn’t stick around Georgia when you started college, right?”
“Right.” She took two saucers from the cupboard and put cheesecake in the middle of each one. “ She moved back in with my grandma to help out since grandpa died. I had to convince her that I could make it out here on my own by myself before she would leave. I knew grandma needed her so I kind of had to fake it the whole first year of college.” She looked up at Marcus and smiled. “It was my first time on my own, and being such a homebody and everything, I barely knew anyone. Once I started getting out, going to parties, and tail-gating events things got easier. Then I met Zaira…and I got wilder.”
They both laughed.
“Zaira reminds me of her father. They both get down to business when it comes to work, but truly know how to have a wild time.”
“That sounds like Zaira.” She sat down on the sofa next to him and handed him the saucer, and then went back in the kitchen to grab some glasses and a chilled glass of wine.
“Tell me about your family. We talked about you growing up in Virginia while we were sitting out on the lawn at the park, but not much about them,” she inquired, after taking a seat beside him.
“I grew up with three other brothers. A full household. Both mom and dad. And my uncle and my grandfather lived with us. I’m the middle child. No one ever paid attention to me, of course.” He turned then, and gave her a wicked smile. “I had to do a bit more to prove myself every now and then. Andrew is the oldest, then me, then Sean. Andrew got married just last year to his high school sweetheart. According to him, I’ll be an uncle myself in seven months. I can’t wait.”
“You sound very happy about that.”
“I enjoy being with kids. I’m always fascinated with the way they learn these days. I plan to have three maybe more one day myself.”
“Three? Wow,” she laughed. “Have mercy on your future wife.”
“I am having mercy on her,” he said, and winked.
She blushed. “You’re silly. So tell me about your other brothers. Trent is the one I met in Ocho Rios, right? Don’t you have another?”
“There’ s Austin. Trent, Austin, and I met some twelve years ago when me and my youngest brother, Sean, joined the crew. There are other brothers, but these three I trust with everything. I’m the last to officially move to Atlanta.”
“What is this crew?” she asked, placing her saucer on the coffee table in front of them.
“A club of sorts. Almost like a fraternity, but we have our love for motorcycles in common. We’re called Rugged. That’s what the R.R. is on my chest. Rugged Riders. We operate like a company. We sponsor all sorts of events, organizational and charitable. Have dues and hundreds of members. Our main and biggest source of income are from dividends and return on investments. We have some ownership in dozens of private and public companies in the U.S., including Svelte. Contrary to popular belief, we aren’t an outlaw or gang and don’t condone crime. However, we don’t let anyone
As an underemployed graduate student it was all she really could afford and it had been important to her to live in one of the safest and up and coming neighborhoods of Atlanta. The rent took a hefty chunk of her income and savings, but her peace of mind and comfort was worth more.
“You’re a smart, successful woman. I love that about you.”
“I’m an only child and I grew up in a single parent home with my mother, so being independent and making wise decisions is really all I know.”
He sat down and watched in the kitchen as she unwrapped the cheesecake slices they’ d ordered to-go from the restaurant. “You said your mom didn’t stick around Georgia when you started college, right?”
“Right.” She took two saucers from the cupboard and put cheesecake in the middle of each one. “ She moved back in with my grandma to help out since grandpa died. I had to convince her that I could make it out here on my own by myself before she would leave. I knew grandma needed her so I kind of had to fake it the whole first year of college.” She looked up at Marcus and smiled. “It was my first time on my own, and being such a homebody and everything, I barely knew anyone. Once I started getting out, going to parties, and tail-gating events things got easier. Then I met Zaira…and I got wilder.”
They both laughed.
“Zaira reminds me of her father. They both get down to business when it comes to work, but truly know how to have a wild time.”
“That sounds like Zaira.” She sat down on the sofa next to him and handed him the saucer, and then went back in the kitchen to grab some glasses and a chilled glass of wine.
“Tell me about your family. We talked about you growing up in Virginia while we were sitting out on the lawn at the park, but not much about them,” she inquired, after taking a seat beside him.
“I grew up with three other brothers. A full household. Both mom and dad. And my uncle and my grandfather lived with us. I’m the middle child. No one ever paid attention to me, of course.” He turned then, and gave her a wicked smile. “I had to do a bit more to prove myself every now and then. Andrew is the oldest, then me, then Sean. Andrew got married just last year to his high school sweetheart. According to him, I’ll be an uncle myself in seven months. I can’t wait.”
“You sound very happy about that.”
“I enjoy being with kids. I’m always fascinated with the way they learn these days. I plan to have three maybe more one day myself.”
“Three? Wow,” she laughed. “Have mercy on your future wife.”
“I am having mercy on her,” he said, and winked.
She blushed. “You’re silly. So tell me about your other brothers. Trent is the one I met in Ocho Rios, right? Don’t you have another?”
“There’ s Austin. Trent, Austin, and I met some twelve years ago when me and my youngest brother, Sean, joined the crew. There are other brothers, but these three I trust with everything. I’m the last to officially move to Atlanta.”
“What is this crew?” she asked, placing her saucer on the coffee table in front of them.
“A club of sorts. Almost like a fraternity, but we have our love for motorcycles in common. We’re called Rugged. That’s what the R.R. is on my chest. Rugged Riders. We operate like a company. We sponsor all sorts of events, organizational and charitable. Have dues and hundreds of members. Our main and biggest source of income are from dividends and return on investments. We have some ownership in dozens of private and public companies in the U.S., including Svelte. Contrary to popular belief, we aren’t an outlaw or gang and don’t condone crime. However, we don’t let anyone
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