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in on was more than enough to forget all about it.
                  Bray found his way to the bar and placed his order. “Bartender, I need two...no three...on second thought just give me the whole bottle of Knob Creek.”
                  “Sure,” The bartender said. “You want me to put some ice in a glass for you?”
                  “Oh no! I’m drinking this straight!” Bray answered and gave the bartender a one hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
                  Bray found his seat on the couch and saw that his kindle and phone was still there. Even if Bray’s possessions ended up stolen it didn’t matter to him. Bray poured himself a glass of Knob Creek and gulped it down like it was a shot. He usually doesn’t drink brown liquor like that but he needed something strong enough to hit the spot to get over walking in on Solomon getting his dick sucked.....by Richard. Little does Bray know, he just got sucked into somebody’s shit.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
Chapter Six
     
     
    After a long day of work Opal went home and made herself comfortable on the couch. “Age forty-four ain’t no joke!” Opal sighed out. She was drained physically, mentally and emotionally and this impending job closing wasn’t helping the matter.
                  Maybe I should accept Clover’s offer. Opal pondered to herself before her smartphone started to ring. She took the phone out of her purse and saw that the caller was her dear friend, Dennis Xames. Opal could always count on him and trust him completely. “Hey BFF,” Opal greeted.
                  “Hey right back at you,” Dennis greeted back with his sweet sexy voice. He had a thick muscular sexy body and a handsome face to match with brown skin and dark hazel eyes. Dennis is a pretty laid back, funny guy with a level head. His major flaw is that sometimes he lets his five-foot-four height get in the way of his confidence. That’s the main reason Dennis has never declared his love to his best friend. Opal is about five-foot-eight without heals and Dennis didn’t think he had a chance with her. Don’t let the fact that he’s on the short side fool you. If pushed he will lay some motherfuckers out regardless of height.
                  “How are you handling this impending job closing?” Opal asked.
                  “I’ll admit at first I was worried, but now things are starting to look up for me if all goes well,” Dennis answered.
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “I might be moving to Atlanta where you are pretty soon.”
                  “For real?” Opal cheered. “What’s in Atlanta?”
                  You. Dennis wanted to say but kept it to himself. “You remember my frat brother from my alma mater, the University of Miami, who lost the battle to cancer a little bit after you moved down here, Dr. Lance Parks?”
                  “Yes I remember.” Opal said.
                  “His son reached out to me two weeks ago. He owns a factory in Atlanta. He found out his business partner was stealing and you know how that ended.” Dennis explained.
                  “Right. Right.” Opal agreed with a nod.
                  “Any who he wants me to be his new business partner,” Dennis added.
                  “Sounds like a great opportunity,” Opal said. “Are you going to take the deal?”
                  “I told him I would after the closure down here is complete,” Dennis answered. “I can’t wait!” Dennis really wanted to take the position so he could be close to Opal. She was a sweet and beautiful woman with brown skin, dark brown eyes, a sexy smile, adorable face and the perfect curvy