his invitations down. He was a friend and more so one of the few people I kept close to me. I'd asked Carlos to accompany me and as my black SUV pulled up in front of the hotel where the party was taking place, I felt like I anticipated getting in there just to avoid entertaining this thought tha
. . . . . . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . . I sat in my office room, peering at the invite on my phone. I kept pondering over and over the name written in the middle of the letter. SANTIAGO ROMAN. In a few days I'd be leaving the state to Las Vegas for his business party. Togethe
And now, it's taking a huge toll on me. Maybe this still has something to do with all the drinks I'd consumed in my system a few days ago. I'm not a drinker and I would never let Laurene push me into doing that again. To think I even puked on some strange man without even remembering his face sti
. . . . . . Gerald Larry Kensington. . . . . . . " What the f*ck were you thinking man? " Carlos scolded me as we entered my office room. " I thought the plan was to talk to her " " I know, I messed up okay? " I replied as I dragged my tie from choking me any further than I already am. I can
Amila and I returned home a little after 10p.m and went straight to bed. As I laid close up behind Amila on the bed, I couldn't help replaying everything that happened earlier today in my head. I could picture him, the way he looked at me, the way he smiled at me, the way every word left his mouth.
. . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . I didn't want any trouble but the moment I turned around and saw that rich man and nearly pumped into him, I knew I had a bag full of troubles coming at me. Doesn't he ever get enough? I quickly picked myself up from him, embarrassed from the amount of
. . . . . . . . . . He must have seen the surprised look on my face because he smiled and looked down, obviously impressed by himself. My brain tried to think about a possible job that could pay that amount of money but I couldn't think of any. That was some seriously huge amount for money. And fo
. . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . . . . As I walked out of the skyscraper, thoughts swirled around my head. Thoughts about Larry, about him claiming to have a son. I know it wasn't my business to know it but, what happened to his son's mother? Was there something I was missing here? He i
By having him so close to me again, I feel like I can become someone good enough for both of us. "Just be careful around him," Madeline says. "I know you…Tiffany. Please be careful." "I shouldn't fall in love with him?" I tease because we both know that I am hopelessly in love with Larry who is
I square my shoulders and look at her dead in the eyes. “I don’t care about anything else, Sweets. I want you to be someone I can be myself with. I want to protect you, love you, and ache for you. I want to be the man that you seek for. Please let me be that for you…for us.” Is This Real?
Larry I pass her the chocolates and she opens it and takes one out. She bites from it and closes her eyes to savor the sweet taste. “Do you like it?” I ask. She nods. “You have good taste. Try it with me, Larry.” We sit together on the couch in the living room and I take one of the chocolat
I actually atop breathing and a shiver runs down my spine when I hear this because, somehow, I know it might be the truth and me clinging onto old memories and what ifs and maybes are because I can’t get over leaving again. “Hard truth, Tiffany?” Laurene asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer. “
I raise my cup and lean forward. We are sitting in a circle so it makes it easy for me to look from either of the friends here with me. “What should we toast to?” Laurene licks her lips and raises her glass too. “To us being the most creative friends on the East Coast.” “To our reunion!” Brynn s
Tiffany I go to visit Laurene at her place to tell her about what has been happening. "I don't support you leaving Adrian for whatever you are doing!" She says to me. "Is that why you gave him my number and where to find me?" I ask. I'm still angry that she did but when I ask this, I am not r
"That is lovely," she says and we kiss again. It feels like this is the best life. I leave her house and go home. I am happy with how everything is turning out to be that for a while I seem to have forgotten about Caroline's cheating and her hurting our son until she shows up at my house the n
"And the divorce papers you sent?" She asks with a rather sharp tone. "That hurt me. What about it? What are we to do with that?" "Tear it up," I say. "I can't stand a minute with you, sweets. Forgive me and stay with me." I take her to my car and drive her home. On the drive home, we are silent
Larry Tiffany kisses me and it takes all of my willpower not to slam her into me and kiss her with all of my pent-up emotions. I miss her dearly and having her so close to me only ignites the longing and doubles it too. After she breaks the kiss, we stand apart just breathing in each other's s