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Handsome Black Stranger

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2018 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.







"What do you mean," the slender woman asked hovering over the table in case she hadn't heard him right the first time.

"I don't think this is working out for me," the man seated across from her repeated. A bead of sweat had just formed on his brow and his hands were shaking slightly.

"Are you really doing this now Arthur?" she asked her tone rising above his. She found it difficult to believe that this was actually happening to her. Right at the place where she'd always begged him to take her since it opened. She felt disgusted by him.

Across from the squabbling couple, another man who seemed to have noticed the tension. In fact, he had noticed the uneasiness in her boyfriend long before the woman had. She had been too excited when they'd walked into the nice expensive restaurant to see that he was shaking slightly. She'd even been too excited to notice him fidget in his seat after they'd found their table. He'd seen this pattern before. Men would bring their girlfriends here making them think that they had reached an important milestone in their relationship only to deliver some terrible news. It was easier for the cowards that way. The kind of men who couldn't face their women with the kind of news that they knew would break them. The restaurant was crowded and filled with only the most elite of people. It would be impossible for them to make a scene one the bomb was dropped. From this woman's expression, this was one of those incidences. She turned a deep shade of scarlet as if she hadn't anticipated this and her boyfriend started to look worried. Somehow, he thought this woman was nothing like the countless others he'd seen walking out of the restaurant with heir gazes fixed on the ground so no one would see them for the sobbing mess that they were. For starters, she felt her fork so tightly in her hand as if the thought of stabbing her boyfriend had surfaced. The young stranger wouldn't blame her if she did. Such men weren't worth the tears.


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