Excerpt 2: Scenes To Steal The Heart. Another sweet interracial love story.
Carlos
sat on the deck of his Malibu beach house.
The breeze rushing across the ocean ruffled the leaves of the palm trees
lining the property of the private stretch of land. His mind took him back to Cleveland and the
last memory he had of Danielle. When he
awoke the following morning, he noticed lipstick prints on his cheek and
forehead. He couldn’t remember much
about that night, but he either remembered or dreamt Danielle had kissed him.
Rafael
joined him on the deck carrying two sniffers of brandy. Handing one glass to Carlos, he sat on the
lounger opposite of him. “Where is your
mind these days?” Since you’ve been
home, you’ve been in a self-induced daze.”
“Believe
it or not, Rafael, I kinda miss Cleveland.”
“You’re
joking? What could you possible miss about being there? Don’t tell me you’re missing Herman.”
He
rolled his eyes upward. “Herman is not a person I’ll ever miss. I do have a score to settle with him though.”
“Sounds
like you’re a little pissed with our beloved distant relative.”
“Pissed
is only a portion of what I’m feeling about him.” He took a long sip of the
strong brandy before scooting to the edge of the lounger. “He pairs me with this kid that gives me
chickenpox that almost killed me.”
Rafael
sipped his drink slowly. “You can’t blame him for the kid getting sick.”
“Okay,
but I can’t rightly blame him for that but he is lying to me about another
person I was interested in.”
“And,
I bet this person is a woman; a man would not have you this upset. So, tell me about her.”
“Rafael,
she was like no other woman I have met.
She was genuine and faked nothing.
She didn’t get obsessed with my stardom or money. She treated me like any normal man on the
street and I liked that. ”
“Carlos,
you’ve never needed a wingman; why don’t you pursue her if you want her so
bad?”
“We
exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch as friends. When I was released from the hospital, I
asked Herman where Danielle was, after all, she was supposed to be my
bodyguard.”
Rafael
threw up his hands. “Wait, you had a woman as a bodyguard? Was she built like Arnold
Schwarzenegger?” He asked making a muscle.
“My
brother, you are not funny. Danielle is
a beautiful woman of color. When she
smiled, I wanted to capture and bottle it.
I wanted to believe she was smiling for only me.”
Rafael
continued mocking his brother. “I’m seeing a black woman with a beautiful smile
and obviously a body to match the way you’re mesmerizing over her.”
“She’s
actually a policewoman and thinking about her, makes me want to hop on the next
plane to Cleveland to visit her.”
“What’s stopping you from doing that? Carlos, you control your destiny. If this woman is haunting you to the point of
making you forget all the beautiful women throwing themselves at your feet;
then go get her.”
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