"Rex, my dear, you're completely loco if you think you can change my mind, I've made my decision and won't budge," Carmen Saadeh said haughtily to the six-foot-three, handsome and well-dressed young black man who stood before her. Rex Toussaint sighed deeply, and looked pleadingly into Carmen's lovely chestnut eyes, but saw nothing but coldness in them. The sinfully sexy Lebanese-born Christian beauty he'd fallen for had become so cold lately, it wasn't even funny.
"Fine, we'll see Captain American: Civil War instead of Batman V. Superman," Rex said, relenting at last, and Carmen smiled smugly and patted his bum. The two of them stood in the main hall of the Silver City movie theater in the east end of Ottawa. The theater was unusually packed, considering it was Tuesday night. Carmen linked her arm with Rex's as he got in line at the box office.
"With you I always get my way," Carmen whispered into Rex's ear, and then she flicked her tongue over his earlobe. Rex grinned and said nothing. Ever since Carmen came into his life, nothing had been the same. Rex first spotted the six-foot-tall, curvaceous Middle-Eastern cutie while walking through the Place D'Orleans Shopping Center. He was looking for the FIDO store to buy a new battery for his ailing iPhone, and got lost.
Rex Toussaint had spent his whole life in the town of Barrhaven, Ontario, where his Haitian parents bought a house shortly after emigrating to Canada from the Republic of Haiti. The brother didn't know Jack about Orleans, the plush suburb which was an hour away from his neck of the woods by bus. On his day off, he decided to go there and check out some sights, while also taking care of some business at the local cell phone store.
Feeling lost inside the vast and trendy Place D'Orleans, Rex asked several passersby for help but most ignored him. They would smile at him after giving him the once-over and refuse to help him. That's life as a visible minority in the City of Ottawa for you. Home of the politely hostile and passive-aggressive creeps. Rex was about to give up and go back the way he came, when a vision of beauty approached him and asked him if he needed help.
"Sure, it's close to where I work, I can show you," said the tall, raven-haired, brown-eyed cutie in the stylish silvery pantsuit. Rex smiled and nodded with gratitude. Thus Rex met Carmen Saadeh, the gorgeous young woman destined to change his life. The two of them hit it off, and began hanging out regularly. A passionate relationship ensued, one which was complicated by the fact that Rex and Carmen came from different worlds.
Rex was born in Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, to Mathieu and Magdalene Toussaint, and moved to Ontario, Canada, with his family during the sixth summer of his life. Political unrest drove his family from their homeland. He considered himself as Canadian as anyone living in the Confederation. Two decades after moving to Canada, Rex was in graduate school at Carleton University, trying to earn his MBA at the Sprott School of Business.
Carmen Saadeh was born in Byblos Port, Republic of Lebanon, to Justin Saadeh, a Lebanese Christian politician and businessman, and his wife Mina Urbano, a Filipina migrant worker. Shortly after Carmen's birth, her parents left Lebanon due to political unrest and moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec. Carmen grew up in Quebec, and considers herself as Canadian as anyone. Since her family's arrival in Canada more than two decades ago, Carmen hasn't left the country.
Growing up as the daughter of an interracial couple in the City of Montreal wasn't easy for Carmen Saadeh, but it made her tough. After a lifetime of being told she wasn't Arab enough, or Filipina enough, Carmen discovered that the only way to fit in was to be her shameless self. Trying to please everyone in the world was a sure fire way to lose one's mind.
Gorgeous, fearless and ambitious, Carmen Saadeh is studying for her Master's degree in Economics at the University of Ottawa while working as manager of a high-end clothing store at Place D'Orleans. Three days after getting promoted to the top spot, Carmen met the tall, handsome and charismatic Rex Toussaint. At first, Carmen thought Rex would be a good roll in the hay, but the charming Haitian stud soon stole her heart.
"I can't wait to see Black Panther on screen," Carmen said with a lustful gleam in her eyes, and Rex rolled his eyes. Carmen grinned and poked him in the ribs. Rex's turn came at the box office and he took out his Royal Bank of Canada visa card, and paid for their tickets. Hand in hand, the two of them headed to theater room number seven, and sat up front, as is their custom.
"I'm going to get us some snacks, what do you want?" Rex asked Carmen as he took off his jacket. The lousy thing about the month of May in Ottawa was that the days were quite often burning hot, and the evenings were pretty chilly. You simply never knew what to expect. Carmen looked at Rex and grinned, and instead of answering, she discretely patted his groin.
"Get me a pizza or something, and a Pepsi, I had something to drink earlier but I'm still thirsty," Carmen replied, with a sexy wink that definitely registered with the lower half of Rex's masculine anatomy. Rex shuddered as he thought of the passionate session he and Carmen shared with a good friend earlier, at their apartment in Nepean.
"Sounds good," Rex replied, and he kissed Carmen on the lips and got up. Trying in vain to conceal the boner he had, Rex smiled to himself as he recalled the fun he and Carmen just had. Rex considered himself a fairly adventurous guy, as far as sex went. Rex was forthrightly bisexual and had no qualms about banging anyone who was willing to get down with him. Nevertheless, his lady Carmen was in category by herself. Indeed, the exotic cutie could teach him a thing or two...
