Part 17 (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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“Yes and no. Let’s just say the apple doesn’t fall to far from the tree,” he stated in disappointment.
“Funny. I thought the apple fell to get away from the tree.”
“Nice analogy and in a way that’s true. I’m glad my old man didn’t stick around considering the person he turned out to be.”
She looked through a couple of cabinets before turning to him. “Where’s your wine?”
“I don’t drink wine, but there’s some apple juice-“
She cut him off. “You don’t drink at all?” she asked in disbelief.
“No,” he said flatly, but then decided to explain. “That led to some tendencies, which led to my second time in jail. I’m determined not to go back.”
“I take it that it also has something to do with your father.”
“A little bit,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.
She went to her bags she had brought and pulled out a bottle of wine.
He cringed. “If you don’t mind, I won’t.”
“Just like you won’t finish what you started?” she asked in frustration.
Assuming she was speaking about Rube, he said, “I did finish the fight. Your brother-“
“I wasn’t talking about my brother. I was speaking about myself and the fact that I’m still horny for you!”
Her directness made him shift his weight to hide the bulge that was slowly returning.
With no underwear on it was hard to hide his arousal from her words.
“I didn’t mean to start anything like that, Diamond,” he said sincerely. “You and I both know it was wrong.”
She sighed in frustration. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m so used to getting what I want in business and I try not to carry my ways over into my personal life. My mouth often gets me in trouble. When I’m unsatisfied I tend to seem pissed off.” She looked down at this crotch and licked her lips. “So is it diseased?”
“Hell no!” he snapped defensively.
She raised her skeptical brow again.
“Trust me,” he assured her. “I don’t go around trying to increase notches in my bedpost without a cap on. And shouldn’t I be asking you the same question?”
She blushed slightly. “I’m as clean as brand new pipes if you must know and I haven’t had a man in two years.”
“Years?” he questioned.
Biting her lip in embarrassment, she admitted, “I have to say it’s my mouth again. People say I have a tendency to be brutal.” her tone of voice became sarcastic. “Who knew that was a turn off to men? Plus in the line of work I’m in I have to be. Not a lot of women are in imports/exports.”
“Funny, you were all soft and warm to me.”
She smiled briefly but quickly bit her lip as if trying to hide her happiness “I’m not usually so applicable.”
Damn if he wasn’t tempted to try to fuck her, but he wouldn’t. “Are you admitting there’s something about me that could be special and unique to you?”
“I’m just not used to someone being something I think they could never be. I’m used to disappointment.” She set the bottle down on the counter and walked up to him. “So how would one get about finishing what you stated, Rob?”
Rob knew he had to be honest with her. “That’s where the problem lays, Diamond. I can’t.”