4th Avenue, Nashvi
e side on her left shoulder, she adjusted the helm
fty cloud of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, rushing into her nostrils. She barel
the place lo
im, you will know. He always stand
hrough all the smoke, peering at the tables
er
ssed in an expensive suit that looked to be customized and perfect
bout six feet five inches tall. A great height diffe
apered down into black leather shoes. His face was a sculptor's dream. Broad chin with high cheekbones, a flawless straight nose, full lips, and eye
e the hollow-eyed, haggard-looking men littered around this bar. While
h a tall glass of untouc
kept adjusting the length of her skirt. Bernice was the one who ha
him and held out her hand "Sorry for
the handshake, he
ward "You are Mr. Wayne Wyatt? Correc
stared back at her
waiting long?" She asked, unsure
her, ignoring her
ck "It's me Candice, y
prise crossed his face as he gave her an ounce-
w-cut V of her top, showing off her boobs, all the wa
ed as her confide
e looking at her from head to toe, searching her, disapprovin
he been e
ment. She was beginning to wonder if she ha
cts, told her that men easily complied with women w
ue to play by the book girl, yo
you to sleep with the clients, just play along wi
ike deals. However, it had already been two years working at the re
He outrightly told her to prepare her resignation let
ce, her best friend and colleague had jumped at it, rapidly securin
job, her life was practically over. Right now, she was barely managing to pay her rent fr
en it came to survival. She was willing to give it a
sted, to catch his fancy so h
watched her skirt ride up her thighs, e
im what he liked, get on his good side,
tabletop, ensuring he got a good view of it, before straightening up to gulp down the entire glass of beer. She wi
er in astonishment "Why did you dri
l the confidence in the world to pull this off. This was her fir
asked, a hint of co
ther noisy and too dark to have a serious conversation. I have better choices in mind," she suggested, as
t would've been
re seemed to be calculating, as if he was trying to make a deci
sked. A dubious glint entered his e
nd she wondered who had picked the location. Bernice had told her that
s more personally," she explained as a
Even though she rarely drank alcohol, surely onl
ntently. Candice clutched her handbag close to her,
won't regret this?
o regret about?
aid, rising
bbled on her feet "Whoa, t
he asked, coming over to put a supporti
m with an invisible force. Time seemed to stop, a
ed into her from the feel of his warm finge
woven with his dreadlocks, the natural glow of his skin that looked like it was sun-kissed
oastal seas, blossoming fl
she felt her eyelids grow heavy with dar