The shade of my love (BlackBook 2)

Inspired by Janet Devlin- honest men. You might want to read Married to a stripper BB1 before reading this. Red Dahlia. strictly business. In the silence of the illuminated hall, only one thing was given attention to; the clicking of her heels. She knew for sure that she radiated a vibe. A vibe which not many appreciated--in fact, none at all. She captured awareness, desiccated friskiness, watered hard work, and frowned at incompetence, all of which was simply inherited. Louisa could smell their tension, glimpse their beads of sweat, feel their shiverings, taste their revulsion, and hear their cries of get lost. Am I this intense? A question she had been asking herself for the past years. It was only going to be a matter of seconds before the room returned to the marketplace it previously was as her body got embedded in the lifter. "Ms. Woods?" She simply nodded at her associate, Nerry who showed up once she was at the comfort of her office's embrace. The happily married eve

"Anna, don't get me running after you on heels. Get your pants on," Louisa pleaded from Anna's empty room after realizing the chubby lass must be downstairs eyes-glued to a kid's show. "Anna," she chanted while descending the stairs. Just as expected, the five-year-old's attention was entirely held hostage. Louisa called again finally gaining the little girl's attention and immediately, tears began to bubble at the back of her eyes. No matter how hard she fought to forget, something must keep her returning to square one; Even though she was grateful Gianna inherited a vast majority of her physique-- besides her nose, every psychological aspect was that of the man she regretted ever loving; she had a way of staring that made her almost want to go back on her six-year-old promise to herself and Marley. Mason gave her yet another reason to never take men seriously. "Come on, put on your pants baby else you'll be late for school." "Two more minutes, mum," she whined. "No, no." "Fou

He would be a baptized liar if he said his heart never seized beating frantically when he saw Louisa. At first, he couldn't make her out during the introduction and still couldn't after it. She was different. The good and bad kind of different; five years had taken a pretty damn toll on her femalehood. The mop of braided ginger hair withstood by the straw hat shone with a burning splendor just like he recalled, in revenge, her caked up elongated face held a hideous crimson red garnished lip and fierce extravagantly touched up evergreen pair of eyes. He remembered Cass putting on those. She called them 'winged liner', 'cat eyes' or something of the sort. On normal circumstances- if he hadn't known Louisa that is- he would've classified her, on physical inspection, as a haughty self-reliant and self-centered young lady ready to hop on thirsty men's pants one night and have them tail her only to crush and rub their egos for as long as she's satisfied. Luckily, the Louisa he knew was an o

Adrian's company had become undeniably wearying that Mason's absence drilled her core. When she had returned to the kitchen—after willfully evading with Adrian—the only thing left was his gloves amidst a pile of annihilated bricks and plywood. Where did he go? Louisa crossed another pile to make it to the run-down corner, with which she was well pleased, hoping to sight a fraction of Mason on the seashore. But it was void of any soul. Her boots crossed the tiny porch, headed onto the heated sandy soil where the palms danced to the rhythm of the wind and the ocean waves reverberated, pulling and pushing against the recently wet platinum grains at its reach. She was tempted to take off her boots and feel the nostalgic blend beneath her feet until Adrian showed up. "Ah, there you are," his flip-flop imprinted on the whistling sand with every move, "you seem to adore this place," he remarked. "It's serene," she retorted, the wind augmenting so much that it whipped her ponytail to he

"Is this giving us a chance?" Adrian referred pulling out a chair for Louisa to sit. Once he made it to his seat, she replied, "Not yet." Louisa made a glance at the signature Hawaiian-themed luxurious restaurant's decor dotted with smiling duos and immediately knocked upon her that they weren't at the right place or preferably, they weren't the right duo. "Are you by any chance...using me?" He leaned forward with narrow eyes chiseling out every nook and cranny her face had to offer. Louisa rested her chin on the back of her stacked elevated hands with a mischievous grin in sight, "using you?" She echoed, "and why will I do that?" Adrian leaned back, "I'm not stupid, Louisa. I've gone through this process enough to master it," a waitress dissected their sea of conversation with an ice-filled bucket of champagne after which she sublimed leaving them with filled glasses. "Are you indirectly insinuating something?" She continued. "No, not at all." "Then why think I'm...using you