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Diamond In The Rough – Part 3


Diamond In The Rough

part 3  (Genre:Romantic Suspense)
A story of chances, stealing, and love inside a city & man where all hope is gone. Can one woman change his destiny? Or will loneliness take over and leave him hopeless?

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Disappointed that he was going to miss the opportunity to see her fully, he turned down the street just as a large dude from the car blocking Rob’s view got out of the car and came around to her.


As an after thought, Rob looked in his rear view mirror to see her backing away and still shaking her head at the large man.


Immediately, Rob turned the car around and drove up to the corner where he was only a few steps away from the bus stop.


By this time the large dude had her pinned against the fence that was behind the bus stop. Although their bodies weren’t touching, the large dude was pretty close.


She looked his way with a desperate expression on her face.


Unsure if he should get involved, Rob only stood out of his car on the driver’s side. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you guys, but I need to know where La Salle Boulevard is? I got mixed up-”


“Fuck off and find your own way round! ” the large dude barked.


The woman moved closer to Rob with a look of relief. “Um what street?” she asked moving to Rob’s car.


Her voice was soft with a proper accent. She certainly couldn’t be from the hood. With her blue jean skirt she wore a matching vest and underneath a light pink baby doll shirt with matching pink heels and bag.


“La Salle,” Rob repeated as she came closer to the car. All the times he’d seen her he’d never noticed how flawless her warm nutmeg skin was and how silky her dark brown hair looked. He was mesmerized as even more details about her including her ample low neckline because of her full breast, which were more than a handful and the hazel doe eyes that sensual sparkled all on their own.


“I think it’s down the street two blocks away.” she was speaking slow looking out of the corner of her eyes.


The large guy stood there for a minute, but then got in his car and drove off burning serious rubber to show off how pissed

Rob had stolen his dime piece.


She sighed in relief. “Thank you,” she said. “Stupid oaf couldn’t understand no means no.”

Rob couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with her. A normal conversation. “If it wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable I could stay right here until your bus came,” he offered.


She looked a little bit wary this offer and only shrugged her shoulder. “It should be here at boy moment, and La Salle is really right now the street.”


He chuckled. “Ma’am, I was never looking for that street. I was just cock blocking. ”


She wasn’t that naive and quickly put everything together. “Well thank you for that.” coming closer to the car so she could lean on it to reach over and extend her hand. “I’m Diamond Peterson, but most people call me Michelle.”


“Rob Nixon,” he said treasuring the handshake not believing he was actually touching her silky warm skin. She was like a drug and just a little made one want more.


Before more could be said, the bus was coming. She pulled her hand away gently, waved goodbye gratefully and got on her bus.


Rob’s heart did a back flip at her perfect smile she graced him with before disappearing on the bus.

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