Dexter Lee: (Male Lead Character)
When I arrived at my parent's home, it was with caution. I entered the house, and the smell of sweet homemade bread infiltrated the air. My childhood home held good and horrible memories.
"Dexter, is that you?" My mother calls out from the kitchen happily.
Dexter, speaking in a low tone. "Hi, mom," he hugs and then kisses his mother on her rosy cheek.
"Why are you whispering?"
"I must ensure you are at home alone, that's all."
"I tell you, the men in this family are some proud men." My mother says, shaking her head at me.
"Come on in here and take a seat, son. It's just you and me here. Your father is away on a business trip and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Guess what?"
"What?" Dexter said, happily relieved his father wasn't going to be around and that he had his mother all to himself this evening.
"I cooked your favorite meal. Salisbury steak with cream potatoes, fried bacon bits, melted cheese, and grilled carrots. You have to eat your carrots."
"Oh wow! Thanks, mom, you're the best. I don't know how long it's been since I've eaten a home-cooked meal."
"Dex, that's why you need a wife. You are so stubborn, just like your father."
"I'm nothing like my father," I say, disgruntled as my mother rub my jawline.
Her motherly touch makes me smile at her. I tell my mom. "I don't mean to come off as stubborn. I'm being careful, marriage is a lifelong commitment, and I only plan on doing it once."
Whenever I say words of wisdom, it makes my mom feel reassured. That one day, I'll marry and have a family. But truth be told, I don't ever plan to marry. I made that decision the day I had a conversation with my father. I got the greatest satisfaction from his shock and stunned reaction when I told him. I had finally pained him the way he had been hurting me for most of my life.
I remember when I made a vow to him and him alone. I was so hurt and angry. It felt like it happened yesterday. When I came home from classes that day, I had no intention of conversing with my father, but he called me to his office.
There weren't many days I felt alive living under the same roof as my father. But I was so excited about my music and the rave reviews I got from my music professor in college that day. And I made the ultimate mistake of sharing it with my father. I couldn't believe the things he said to me.
With no regard for my feelings, My father asked me. "Why are you wasting your time doing something like music and singing? You must know that no one will want to pay to see a broken and an impaired guy on stage. So stop refusing and accept that you are damaged. Since you were a wasted seed and can't benefit me as an heir, and your mother can't have any more children. Shouldn't you at least try to do something right in your life? Like focused on finding a suitable healthy marriage mate and having a child. So you can give your mother and me a sound and healthy heir."
That day I vowed before him and the one in the heavens. "I promise you I will never marry or have a child. That day will never come. I would die before I pass on your genes to another human being."
I sit here today and look at my mom; we have a close relationship. But I could never tell her what had transpired between my father and me that day. And as for me and my father's relationship, I, unfortunately, can't say the same. From the day I was born to four, it felt like we were inseparable. I would follow him around and mimic his character. I admired him. He was also fond of me, and I can remember telling him.
"When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
But things change drastically, ripping what was once a close bond to shreds! As an adult, whenever I visit with my dear mother, she always tries to share this story with me about the day I was born. To remind me of my father's love, a love I can't see and haven't felt in years.
Taesha Tran: (Female Lead Character)
Since the breakup with my rotten fiance', I have had a lot of trouble sleeping. I would be up at all hours crying and eating, depressed and feeling worst than I've ever felt in my entire life. So for a solid year, I have been stuck in the same place.
Looking back, I hated not recognizing or ignoring all the red flags, but I was so in love.
"Hey Taesha," Her best friend snaps her fingers to get her attention.
"Oh, Girl, I'm sorry. Now, what did you say?"
"Look, Girl, I'm going to tell you straight. You need to move on from him."
"Cam, you don't think I want to?"
"Taesha, love can be a wonderful thing."
"Yes, and you know I was all about love. But I learned it could also be dangerous. I would know. Look at the pain it caused me. So that's why I stay away from it. The thought of having that wonderful feeling and then having it ripped away can be disturbing and very sad."
"Yes, I know."
"No, you don't, Cam. I don't wish that kind of pain on my worse enemy. I put myself out there to that jerk, thinking he loved me. He was the person I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. But instead of him returning my love, he trampled over it. Do you remember how he called off our engagement?"
Cam shook her head sadly, yes.
"When I received a call on my cell phone from Sean. My fears became real when he confessed that he couldn't go through with the engagement.
I asked him where he was, which was my mistake.
"I'm out celebrating at a strip club. I'm gazing at this topless dancer gyrating her tits in my face. I love you, Taesha, but I'm not in love with you, and I can't marry you."
"That sick jerk had the nerve to tell me that. Not only was I devastated, but humiliated as well. Sean, my ex-fiance, confessed to me in a strip club while I sat there looking at all our guests. Then, he left me with the responsibility of explaining to all my family and friends the wedding was off."
"Tae, he was the epitome of horrible. I know that, but that was a year ago."
"I know it's been a year, and I am doing better. I am ready to move on with my life, but I can't be in a relationship because I will never trust another man. After being trampled over like that, it has made me re-evaluate the meaning of love, and I never want to relive that again. I thought I had everything under control, or so I thought. But love backfired in my face big time. After all the sacrifices to please him and his family, Cam, no more hoop-jumping for me to try to fit in with someone else's family and culture."
"I get it. But can you at least focus on having a good time? There are so many people and hundreds of men out there. Everyone isn't Sean. Try being friends. Can you do that?"
"Yes, with my shield up, I can do it."
"Good. Now let's have a great time planning our first winter vacation. And we will work on this so-called shield later. But wait! Girl, is it a Captain American Shield? Because that is a fine man!" Cam asked as they both laughed.
After My Journey:It was a cold, snowy night, and I was afraid, shivering, and shaking. My car has broken down on a deserted dark road. There was no cell service, and I was stranded for over an hour until a black car appeared. A tall man stepped out of his vehicle wearing a long black trench coat. From afar, his headlights only reflected a pair of icy blue eyes staring at me. Did he come to save me? Or will he force himself upon my body and leave me alone afterward? Or will he take me by force and make me his own? Before My Journey:Filled with giddy excitement, I had closed up my herbal medicine florist shop for the day. I had helped my last customer, who, by the way, was very pleased with my green jasmine tea. Even though I worked about nine hours, I felt alert because I was looking forward to our first winter vacation trip planned with my girlfriends. Taking vacation trips became a thing about a year ago after I had gone through a terrible engagement breakup. It was a horrible ex
Dexter Lee had been exhaustively writing lyrics for hours Friday afternoon until late evening. After a long week of writing and recording music, nothing sounded on point to him. Everything he attempted to write this week he deleted from his IPad. Dexter also had a pile of balled-up papers on which he had scribbled ideas, tossing them in the wastebasket. He sighs, running his hand through black-silky strands, feeling depleted. He couldn't understand at first why nothing he wrote had that intense driving force. His music always purposely accomplished two things after hearing it. The beat made you want to dance in the middle of the floor or between the sheets. Right now, neither one was happening to him. Frustration penetrated his soul. He rubbed his temples to relieve the tension that bothered his eyes as he slowly closed them. He could tell that something was off.Dexter's POV"Ah, that's where this frustration is coming from this evening. But, boy, I've been so engrossed in my music I
I became so excited when I saw a car come in my direction. But he zoomed past me, speeding like a blind bat out of you know what! I know that person saw me trying to flag them down, and they just drove by like I didn't exist! But, Lord! I'm going to be out here in this pitch darkness all night. My tired arms hopelessly dropped down by my side as my throat tightened, that lump developed, and water filled the creases of my eyes. "Don't cry, Taesha. Someone else with a heart was going to come again."I turned, trying to pull my feet, which felt like bricks, up out of the snow and dirt to get back into my car, where I felt safer. That's when the exact vehicle I saw only moments ago slowed down and parked. A big grin came across my face. I was happy they had a change of heart. But why are they parking way down there? The car was several feet away from my car. Shouldn't they come closer to see if they could assist me? My battery might need to be jumped. But then again, as I peered closer,
Dexter POVLarge dark eyes stared at me through the glass, untrusting and unsure. With her window cracked, I could smell the wine, and the subtle scent of a sensual perfume wafted from the interior. Seeing her eyes that were an odd shade reflecting hints of gold. What made them appear so attractive was that they were set in a brown face with hues ranging from sienna to alizarin.For once, I found a girl that wasn't like any other, maybe because I could see her so clearly. And unknowingly, she was helpful to me in the most significant way. Usually, when I deal with females, it is only to fulfill one need, and that's sexual. When I go to places like the 'Niche,' I know they are seeking out the same thing I'm seeking. One night to quench that aching need that only is calmed by a night of intimacy. Before tonight I was in shadowy darkness, with every female appearing the same. I am usually the visual, the beautiful peacock in a room, and they all flock around me. My looks, fame, expensiv
Taesha's Perspective.I watched him cautiously as he got out of his car and began walking toward me. "Lord, here we go." I was cold from being in the car for so long, and the smell of the hibiscus wine had started to soak into my clothes and skin pores. Then, finally, I was ready to get out of my car and go to where it was warm and didn't smell like wine. Unfortunately, it was the stranger's car that offered all of what I needed.Wiggling my toes became impossible. I worried that I might be experiencing the early stages of hypothermia. If only he had removed his gloves or wasn't wearing them. That way, I could have seen if he had a ring on his finger. A wedding ban on his finger would lessen my fear of him if he had a family. But there was no way to see a wedding ring on his finger. Looking down at the dark, barren road ahead, I knew no one was coming to pick me up. It was only wishful thinking. Cam would have no idea how to find me with all the road closings. It feels like I've been
Taesha's POVThe ride was quiet. Even the music he listens to sounds strange as it plays in the background. Whoever the artist was, they were singing in a foreign tongue. I kept silent. I had zero interest in him or his music. I busied myself, trying desperately to get my phone to power up. So I could call my friend Cameron and let her know what has happened to me. But don't think I wasn't keeping my eyes discreetly on the stranger with the peculiar eyes for a minute. 'Oooh! It can't be happening this way! My head drops in despair. Thinking about leaving my brand-new wrecked car behind was heartbreaking. I've been driving since I was sixteen years old and have never gotten into a wreck until now! I spent a lifetime avoiding dangerous situations like the one I'm in tonight! I glance down, and I'm barefoot like a fool! I don't have any shoes on my feet! Is that why he made me take my shoes off so I couldn't run away? If that is the case, he is sadly mistaken because if he attempts to
His Perspective.I have never been in the company of a female who is unphased by my presence. Almost all females are usually intrigued by my appearance or dress style. I'm so used to hearing. "Ah, Dexter baby, I love how you talk and sing, and your music is awesome." I've even had some girls tell me I smell and look good enough to eat. And my scent was irresistible. So I'm perplexed by this girl's lack of interest in me. Her reaction, or lack thereof, is something I've never had happened to me before. I sighed and tightened my grip on the steering wheel to keep frustration from building or making it obvious. I glanced over at her, confounded by the lack of attention toward me. Being in the entertainment industry, I've been in the company of pleather of women most of my life, though not every kind of female. Despite that, I thought I was pretty knowledgeable of girls, regardless of race, creed, and color. But I'm sitting here so perplexed. Why isn't this easier? "What kind of fema
It took Taesha a minute for her to register what he had said. "We?" "Oh, there is no "we" and no us. So soon as Dexter gets back in here, I need to set him straight. So there won't be any confusion." The minute Dexter gets back into the car, Taesha tells him. "I hope you don't think I need you to stay out here with me. I'll be fine. You can go home." "I can go home? I can't head home this time of night. Have you forgotten already about all the road closures? The road that leads to my home is closed. That's how I ended up meeting you. I'm in a predicament like you. Sorry, it looks like we are in this together. You can't go where you were trying to go, and neither can I. The snow is falling too heavy to be on the road trying to make a long-distance trip. It wouldn't be safe or wise for me or anyone to drive out." Taesha sighs. "So, what hotels did the mechanic suggest?" He mentions that a woman named Ms. Henry rents out cabins to overnight travelers about a mile up the mountain.
Dexter thought about how it would pain him if he lost his Gamma. His family wasn't perfect, but he loved them. To lose his grandmother would be a significant loss in his life too. He held Taesha in his arms as they lay in bed and cried together. Then, they took a flight to Taesha's home for the funeral, and he served as one of the pallbearers for funeral. Unfortunately, they all had come together on such a sad occasion, but Dexter met even more of Taesha's family. She showed him pictures of her Chinese father, and Dexter could see the resemblance. He loved his mother-in-law. Taesha's Chinese father couldn't appreciate what he had in this woman, Taesha's dear mother. Dexter thought maybe Taesha’s father let the idea that she was black and he was Asian and how the outside world constantly tries to look down on interracial couples. Too bad her parents could find that kind of love they had for one another.~~~~Several weeks back at home and into their routine. Taesha realized her period
"Taesha! Taesha!" "What, boy? What's wrong with you?" She asked, turning to look at him, concerned by his panicked voice as he entered the kitchen, huffing, and puffing."Baby, are you sick?" Dexter asked breathlessly."No, why would you think that? Wait! So you do know what you did?" She looked at him suspiciously."I don't know what I did. Did I do something, Tae? You just freaked me out! Whew! It's good you're not sick. So what is it that I supposedly did to you without knowing I did it?" Dexter asked with a sigh of relief. Taesha swallowed hard. "Don't be sarcastic! You got me pregnant!... I think...!" "Pregnant?" Dexter chuckled. "No way. Did I get you pregnant?” He asked excitedly. “No, did we get each other pregnant?" He pointed at her continuing. "Sorry, I didn't get that memo." Dexter laughed."Don't laugh. Dexter, did you knot me up on purpose? Look at those eyes. Yes, you did! I've been trying not to think that you would do something like that, but you did! Ooh!" She
The honeymoon phase was filled with steamy nights at their home in the mountains. It appeared every two weeks, Dexter's sight would diminish and return to total darkness. But waking up blind wasn't as frightful now because he knew the capacity of one glass of Taesha’s homemade wine could do for his sight. Dexter, of course, was grateful for this breakthrough. Any breakthrough that could give him the sight he's always longed for, and he wanted Taesha to seriously consider sharing it with the masses of color-blind and legally blind people. But she was afraid of all the responsibility. Taesha was content, knowing it helped him; she didn’t want fame or notoriety. Even though she did want to help people, she had to figure out how to do it without drawing too much attention to herself. Taesha couldn't believe how one horrible night stranded on the side of the road turned into this dreamland life. But, then, she was a married woman. To a wealthy, handsome man name Lee Dexter, who were many
Careless or Careful?"I don't know why but It's in the music, books you read, and some movies. I decided if I found the one, and I did, I would treat you with the utmost love and dignity. Out in a world, it's full of lust, Taesha. It's all about pure selfishness. My music is successful because I write what women need and want to hear. But women are very complex creatures, emotional and all. I've seen countless women willing to do a lot to get a man, win his love, money, and sometimes his body. Observing, being alone, I've learned much from females.""You mean you used the females for business purposes?""That's not fair. I've never taken advantage of anyone.""What am I? Some experiment for you to examine and use?" She stepped away. "No, never! I'm trying to say that, for the first time, you were the first girl I couldn't read or figure out, and you certainly have never been willing to do whatever I wanted you to do, and you were careless about my wealth. And when it comes to my body
Laying in bed, Taesha couldn't immediately dismiss her strong thoughts and urges. Instead, she felt a rush of excitement come over her, knowing how Dexter felt about her. Glancing at the clock, Taesha realized her day would start in the next two and half hours. She knew she had to get control of herself to go to sleep. When the alarm went off, to her surprise, she rose full of energy, not the least bit tired. Taesha took a hot shower, threw on her robe, and took her hair down.She was stating to herself. ' Wow! I feel so revived and alive now that I've talked to my baby.'Taesha opened her kitchen window to let in the fresh air, and listening to the birds sing added to her joy. Then, opening her closet door, she looks for something to wear.She pulled out her white linen suit. The skirt was a high waist fitted skirt that came just above the knees that had the open face gold zipper on the thigh. Next, Taesha put on her soft yellow silk tank top sheer blouse with the jacket with open g
When they had to awaken this second time during this same day, it was late afternoon. Taesha says, turning to look at one of the most handsome men on earth and his seductive smile. She mumbled to herself, "he's my husband." So many unanswered questions, but one mainly resided in a secret place in her heart.She put a big smile on her face. "So get up lazy, boy." Taesha pulls him by the arm out of bed. His hand found her waist and gently dragged her back to bed so she could lie beside him again. "Baby, we got to eat," she said, snickering."I know I got to feed my baby."It's very early in the marriage, and Taesha can see Dexter enjoys being with her, and if it wasn't love, it indeed felt like the real thing. She watching leave the bed, walking his lean muscular nude body across the room. Taesha ran approving eyes over his slim hips and muscled thighs, those powerful shoulders, "Mm...he was gloriously built," she uttered, licking her lips. Taesha couldn't remember when she was so exc
After an hour of talking, Dexter was still in complete darkness. The wine did not affect his eyes. Nevertheless, they both were heavily disappointed in the results. "I'm going to bed, Taesha," Dexter says, pulling the cover-up over his shoulders and turning his back to her in bed. Tears fell from his eyes as a mass of confused feelings entered his heart. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I never thought I had anything to do with your eyesight." "It's okay. Good night Tae." "Are you upset with me?" "No," "Then don't turn your back on me." "Taesha, I'm trying to go to sleep. Can you do the same?" "What? No! You are upset with me, and I don't like it!" "I'm not upset, but if you keep nagging me, I will be!" "Nagging you! I don't believe my ears! I'm trying to console you! I know you are disappointed that it didn't work! But don't turn your back to me as if it's my fault!" "God! won't you stop talking! I don't want to talk right now! Are your ears stopped up!" Dexter says, getting out of b
“Thanks, my love, for picking out my outfit. I can do the rest from here.”Dexter slipped on a pair of light brown skinny-leg pants with a deep royal gold thick sweater. He grabbed a lightweight gold scarf with guitar designs throughout the scarf. He brushed his hair in the direction he always did. Taesha had already sprayed his cologne on his clothes. He sat down while slipping into his shoes, grabbing his leather brown jacket and sunglasses as he left the bedroom.Once she selected his clothing, then she picked out her own. ‘So this is what it would be like with him completely blind for the rest of our lives.’ She never imagined herself being married to a man that was blind. She worried about them being an interracial couple and how others would treat them. But she never in millions of years thought she would be married to a man who couldn’t see. Taesha silently continued to pray his sight even if only what he had before with the ash gray would return. Then, she got dressed, took h
The following day, Taesha kisses her husband, stroking his handsome face while running her fingers through his dark hair. The gentle caresses of her fingers stir Dexter awake. Unfortunately, his sense of timing was off because he had stayed awake most of the night. But Dexter's heavy lids finally opened, then he closed them again, asking groggily. "Is it still nighttime, my love?" She smiles, thinking he is joking. "Baby, yesterday is officially over. I know you wish it could last on and on. But a new day has arrived. Look, Dex, the sun is shining brightly."Fear gripped his heart as he opened his eyes again, and it was pitch black! Dexter rubbed his eyes, reopening them only to be once again to be faced with darkness. Taesha sees the anguish on his handsome face. "Baby, what's wrong?" "Taesha, I can't see! I can't see anything!" "What do you mean? Are you seeing in ash gray again?" "No, I'm blind! I can't see at all!" "You have not been this way before, unable to see at all!