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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.

"What do you mean I act crazy?" that seemed to have caught the curious man by surprise. He abandoned his drink and watched the couple more openly now. He wasn't the only one who turned their heads toward the couple. A lot of the dinners watched them having their small fight clearly made uncomfortable by the small disruption from their affairs. He could see her boyfriend try to calm her down through his gestures but it was too late. The woman had gone insane and there was no coming back form that till she said what she felt she had to say.

"Don't tell me to calm down. You're the one who brought me here thinking I wouldn't make a scene. You really don't know me well, do you Arthur…" she yelled not giving him the chance to cut in. If he thought he was sweating before, he hadn't seen the man looking drenched in his suit.

She went into a long rant about how she was fed up with him and a few things that he could never repeat even if he wanted to. He wasn't even sure it was entirely English. He didn't need to hear the rest of what the woman said because he was so enthralled by her. He had to wonder what a woman like that was when she wasn't upset. She must have been something amazing. It was strange that this Arthur had chosen to damp her when she seemed to have all the qualities the stranger would have loved in a woman. She was beautiful and tough. The kind of woman who couldn't be swayed no matter how hard you tried. That she had that jet-black hair that he had always admired was only a bonus.

He watched as an anxious waiter walked toward their table. He had a feeling that he had had enough of the couple's shenanigans and was asking them to leave very nicely. He watched as a look of horror passed across his face at something the woman had said. He had a feeling that things weren't going to end well for the innocent waiter. With the fork still in her hand, the man was wise to fear for his life. However, she seemed to surprise him. She sucked in a couple of breaths before grabbing her purse and leaving her stunned ex-boyfriend and the waiter completely shocked.

He couldn't resist the temptation. There was something about this woman that made her seem worth knowing. With the thought in mind, he settled in own bill quickly and headed out of the restaurant in a rush to catch her before she got too far. You could never have guessed what had just happened from the quiet that ensued. No one paid any attention to the ex boyfriend left at the table who was desperately trying to apologize for the scene his girlfriend had caused He was probably never going to make another mistake like this one again. He doubted the man would even have the decency to show his face in the restaurant ever again.

"Can I give you a ride?" he asked politely when he caught up with her. The woman didn't seem to express even an ounce of worry over what had just happened. From his experience, he knew the tears would be coming in just a few minutes. However, he couldn't put it past her not to cry at all. He didn’t think he had ever met a woman as unpredictable as this one.

"I have a car," she replied coolly digging inside her purse for her keys.

"You and your boyfriend came here in separate cars," he marveled.

“I know right. I guess it should have been my first clue but I was too busy thinking that the fool was finally going to propose to me. Instead he goes and pulls this one off. I have to hand it to him though. I never saw it coming," he had a feeling that this woman always saw it coming.

"If you can't find your keys, I'll be happy to drive you home," he offered.

"I don’t let strangers take me anywhere," she said darkly.

"I'm no stranger. I'm Dylan and you're Beverly, right?" he asked. He didn't let it known that he'd just known her name from a quick glimpse inside her purse.

"How did you know my name?" she asked curiously.

"That shouldn't worry you," he said with an air of importance that made her want to gag.

"That's a lot to say for someone who might be stalking me," she retorted.

"Do I really look like a stalker to you?" he asked gesturing to himself.

Beverly took the time to study him as she hadn't since he'd first talked to her. He was a very attractive mad with ebony skin, an athletic build and those sensuous lips curled up in a smile. He was studying her more carefully now. She felt nervous as his brown eyes travelled from her slender frame to her heart shaped face framed perfectly by her bob. His brown eyes settled on her own green ones. As if even possible, his smile grew wider.

"Okay," the words fell from her lips effortlessly. Beverly had a feeling she was going to regret her decision but she'd made worse choices. One of them being the man she'd just left inside the restaurant.

She gave up altogether on finding her keys and followed him to his car. Dylan seemed to know a lot of people here so he asked some of them to take care of her car for him. She would have been impressed if she knew something other than his name about him. Right after she gave him her address, they set off. The car ride was quiet. Not so quiet that it made her even more suspicious of him. It was the kind of quite that made her relaxed and comfortable. She appreciated the fact that he was kind enough not to remind her what had just happened in the restaurant. Her relationship with Arthur was the last thing that Beverly wanted to think about.

"Where are we going?" Beverly had just realized that the path they used didn't go anywhere near her home.

"To a bar," he replied casually.

"I thought you were taking me home," her eyes were fixed on him. He didn't seem to notice this because his eyes lay on the road ahead.

"I just thought a few drinks would help you cool off," he said.

"Who says I need cooling off," she asked harshly.

"I thought that after that scene back at the restaurant, it was only normal for you to want a break,” he replied his eyes still fixed on the road ahead of him.

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten into a car with you," she said aloud frowning. This man was too eccentric. However, this didn't make her feel any less comfortable. For some reason, it felt like she had known him for years. It probably had to do with the fact that she had just broken up with her long-term boyfriend and was in dire need for compassion which Dylan was trying to provide.

True to his word, Dylan took her to a bar. Beverly was glad that this hadn't turned into another bad decision tonight even after she'd gotten into a stranger's car. There were only so many mistakes she could bear to make in one night. He also seemed to know a lot of people at the bar. Beverly couldn't help but wonder how may time he frequented this place. It didn't seem to suit a man like him dressed in a suit and tie.

"What is this place?' she asked as he led her into the crowded room.

"It's my bar," he replied. The answer explained why he was so well received here. She nodded briefly. He took her hand and led her to a stool by the bar. They ordered a few drinks. Beverly chose scotch. She wanted something that was strong enough to make her forget what she had just gone through.

"So how on Earth does a beautiful smart woman like you end up with a man like that?" he asked. Beverly was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to want to talk about Arthur.

"We met in high school and we've been friends ever since. I guess I thought that we'd always be together. Even after I grew up and he didn't I didn't want to give up on us,' Beverly replied after a long silence. She'd never thought it would be that easy to give some stranger personal details of her life.

"I get it," he said with a nod. His mind seemed to wander as if he'd had a similar experience of his own.

"Why don't we do something a bit more interesting?" she asked trying to clear the air of all the gloom.

"Like what?" he asked. She could see his mind racing. He probably had a few filthy ideas in mind. She wouldn't put it past him.

Beverly shot out of her seat and grabbed a hold of his hand. She asked the bartender to turn up the music before leading him to the wide-open space in the middle. She had a feeling that this wasn't exactly the type of bar where people danced but she couldn't help herself. Besides, as long as it was Dylan's bar she had a feeling she could do as she pleased without anyone looking at her like she was insane.

Dylan turned out to be a great dancer. An even better one than her. Just as she had expected, no one paid them any mind. They took breaks from time to time to go back to the bar and have a few more drinks. Pretty soon, a lot of people had joined them in the dancing. Beverly couldn't remember ever having this much fun with Arthur. He was easier to talk to and most importantly more mature. She couldn't believe she'd actually thought Arthur was going to propose and been excited about it when it was clear that there was no more love between them. She felt she had dodged a bullet. When they were both very tired, Dylan took her hand and led her upstairs. He had a small fully furnished apartment there where they could talk and relax away from all the noise. Thus was where he would spend the night whenever he was too tired to drive himself home.

Dylan enjoyed Beverly's company. They had a lot of things in common including a strange fascination with all movies. When they grew tired of all the talk, Dylan realized that it was sunrise. However, he didn't feel he had had enough time with the beautiful lady. Beverly seemed to think the same. She led him to the bedroom where a comfortable king-sized bed waited. She pushed him onto the mattress before straddling his laps. She bent down to kiss him and his hands wound around her waist pulling her to him.

He reached for the back of her dress and pulled down her zipper. Beverly bunched it at her wait so that everything below her waist was exposed to his hungry gaze. After fumbling with his pants. He drove into her gently. Her eyes widened in awe at the feeling of his stretching her to her limits. He gave her time to adjust to his girth before he started to move his hips. Her hands were played over his chest while his hands were digging into the soft skin at her waist.

He moved fast and hard into her. She came over and over again until she felt she couldn't take any more of him. That was when Dylan also came exploding inside her. She moved off him and lay next to him. In a few minutes, he could hear he snore softly beside him. He ran his hands through her hair listening to the sound of her breathing. Dylan had to admit that this was not what he had had in mind when he' decided to talk to her. Still, he wasn't complaining. All he could ask for was that this never ended. He would love to see Beverly more after this. He had a feeling that the woman beside him wanted the same thing. With that thought in mind, Dylan felt his eyes grown heavy and he went to sleep dreaming about Beverly even though she was right next to him.

The End

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