American Sweet Heart Novels & Stories

He also couldn't help but feel pity and guilty for her for using her to be the solution to his problem, in fact, she didn't do him any harm. If Camille is not in his life, there is a good chance that he will like her and love her completely. Candy's beauty is not ordinary, she's kind of a mysterious woman. Although she is a snob sometimes she has a warm heart. And the fact that he was the first to claim her femininity is also a big factor. But for now, he needs to stick with his plan because he already promised Camille that they will be together again after two years. Even this means of breaking Candy's pure heart.

By the time my shift ended, I felt it everywhere. My feet, my back, even my head. The kind of tired that doesn’t go away with sleep. “You good?” Tasha asked, already halfway out the door. “Yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag. “I’m straight.” She looked at me like she didn’t believe it, but she ain’t push. “Get home safe.” “I will.” I stepped outside and the city hit me all at once. Cars passing, music playing from somewhere down the block, people laughing like life wasn’t heavy. DC at night always had energy, whether you had it in you or not.

Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix. It was her seventh visit to various Diamondback establishments, part of the carefully choreographed plan to make her presence known without appearing threatening. Each time, she'd sit alone, nursing a drink, the photograph of her fictional dead boyfriend Michael Rodriguez visible on her table. A beacon, Ghost had called it when they'd planned this operation. A lure designed to attract exactly the kind of attention she needed.