I'm so glad you guys like the story so far! After reading the comments I'm happy o guys believe in me and want more :) Also, some of you guys are worried Charlie will turn out to be a typical female trapped by a guy with a big ego. She won't... PROMISE! Anyway, this chapter is all about finding out more about the characters. There's no sex... yet. I love a good quickie as much as the rest of you, but this story isn't one of them. It's coming though, trust me. Also, in this chapter there are things that some of you might take offense to. Don't. My intention in including it was not to offend anyone, but to show what drives certain characters. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy chapter two!
BeatFaceLove
P.S.
I'm looking for an editor, so if there are any volunteers....
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It didn't seem like anything was going right.
Almost from the second her father named her as his successor, everything had started to go to shit. The first thing was Leo's cryptic ass letter. Charlie sighed as she sat back in her chair. She now occupied the office across from her father and like his office, the view was stunning.
Leo.
It was clear they couldn't continue as they were. In fact, things had been getting more complicated as the years went by and she hated to admit that they should've ended.... whatever they had going on long before now.
But no matter how many times she half assed tried to sever ties with Leo, he
always
found a way back in her life. Not that she'd really fought him.
Charlie's ringing phone groused her out of her thoughts.
"Max."
"Charlie, don't sound so enthused."
She rolled her eyes. "What is it? You know better than to call me while I'm working."
"Sheesh, who pissed in your cornflakes?" Max picked up on Charlie's irritated tone, but as usual he ignored it. When she didn't answer he continued. "You free tonight? The Yankees play at nine."
Charlie thought about his invitation. Usually Max would be joined at Leo's hip, considering he was his right hand man and best friend. However, through some mutual connections she knew Leo had left the country for a family "emergency."
"Yeah, I'll be there. Probably fashionably late though," Charlie said as she looked at her watch. She had errands to run but if she left now she could make it in time for the game. She needed to relax anyway.
"Okay," Max's voice sounded in her ear. "See you at nine, nine fifteen at the latest Char."Max hung up before she could say goodbye, but she was used to that.
Leaning her head back, she let her eyes closed for a second. Suddenly, they popped open.
"I'll sleep when I'm dead," she mumbled to her herself.
Which might be sooner than you think.
The voice in her head started but she shut it down before it could say anything more.
She shut down her computer and grabbed her phone but before she could get up to leave, the picture of her father and her stopped her.
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Mark Grey was no ordinary man. He had his first job when he was fourteen stocking vending machines at the local hospital and when he turned sixteen, he drove a school bus. Anything to make money. Anything to take care of his family. Even though he was the third oldest out of seven, the responsibility to care for his siblings and mother fell on him. His father died of a heart attack when he was twelve. There was a rumor that he'd drunk himself to death but either way, he wasn't here.
Early on, Mark knew he wouldn't be a statistic. He wouldn't be like all the other black males who didn't have shit or didn't take care of their kids or sat around all day waiting on their unemployment checks. No. That wouldn't be him. The world was against him from the beginning, but he would make it.
Mark wasn't afraid to use what he had to either. His mixed heritage gave him lighter skin and during the winter his skin was so pale he could pass for white. He used it. The white job suppliers would trust a light skinned African American over a dark skinned one. He contributed getting his first "real" job to this.
Going to college wasn't an option. Feeding seven mouths and putting roofs over all of their heads had taken a toll on his mother, who worked as a private nurse. There was only so much money to go around and as a family they decided to send the two girls of the family to college when it was time.
So since college was out of the picture, when he graduated high school he landed a job cleaning a bank downtown. This job and a few side ones afforded him to help support his family and move out on his own.
Mark had been working at the bank for eight years when he saw her.
Renee Hunter was the daughter of a barber and beautician. Well respected in the black and white communities for being hard working and honest people, their status was higher than Mark's family.
Renee was everything a man could want in a woman. Beauty, brains, a sense of humor and humility; Renee was the complete package. Her smooth, dark skin shimmered unnaturally and her small button nose, full and sensual lips drew every man in. She was short, only standing five feet, two inches but packed in her small frame was the most perfect body. Perfectly proportioned, her top was just the right amount and her bottom was just heavenly.
From the moment he looked into her eyes, he knew he would have her. Their age difference meant nothing to him and soon Renee was just as smitten by him. They eloped when she was nineteen and he was twenty-five.