The Irrational Dilemma...
Now was the moment of truth, Chloe Simmons sat on her couch looking at the ringing phone, part of her wanting to answer it, part of her wanting to just leave the apartment and let it ring.
***
Chloe was always up for new things and new challenges, she prided herself on her openness to learning or experiencing something different when ever the situation arose.
She had been born with the irrational fear of heights, so for her 16Th birthday, she treated herself to a bungee jump. Standing at the top looking down, she thought she would have a heart attack, her heart was racing way to fast not to explode, her chest was constricted so tightly, she couldn't breath, and just when she was ready to step back and scream "FUCK THIS SHIT!" she stepped forward and just jumped. Sure it was terrifying, her stomach stuck in her throat, and tears of fears whipping all over her soaked face. She wanted to close her eyes and fall deep into that safe place in her mind, where she was still on the ground watching the other fools bungee jump.
How insane was it it really, how desperate to let your entire life; your precious, running out of time, dying every minute life depend on one rubbery bungee cord. If it broke, that was it, there was no going back.
Foolish, rash, stupid and risky, but the ultimate cure to the fear of heights.
When her feet were planted solidly on the ground, Chloe remembered why she had done it, she felt alive, safe, appreciative of her life and non broken body! Since than she had none of the anxieties when it came to heights, a 13 foot ladder was nothing compared to that jump and she could climb it with ease.
So with all the daredevil tactics and self healing maneuvers, why was she afraid to date a white guy? She tried to reason with herself, but she could not see the logic, it made absolutely no sense and she didn't understand why she was fretting over it.
What made the least sense was her own mother, Avril, was white. A mother who she adored, a mother who adored her, a woman who, regardless of her race was a pillar of ultimate strenght and confidence. Her mother was the very one who had taught her about true love and how precious life really was.
Her father, Balthazar, was equally amazing, he was a strong black man who had advanced in a world not made for him to easily excel. One of the highest payed lawyers around, he was equally devoted to his family and loved them beyond reason. They had both showered their only child in love and gifts, but they also taught her about discipline, honor, and family; the things in life that really mattered.
Besides, it wasn't all about this strangers race, she didn't even know him, he was some complete stranger, and she was not the type of girl to just date a stranger. Hell, she had barley dated. She had had 3 boyfriends her whole life; her 1st had been her high school sweetheart. A disastrous relationship, she had spent her prom in the back of a hearse, giving herself to a guy who would leave her 3 days after for a much older widow who worked at the same grocery store he did. Sure the break up was a shock, but she was completely blown away when he told her the widow was a man.
She had no problems with homosexuality, to each their own. But she did have a problem with being a pawn to hide her high school sweet hearts homosexual tendencies. He should have just been honest, she would have helped him, she knew how homophobic his father was.
Needless to say, she had not enjoyed the sexual experience at all, she knew off the bat sex was not for her, so she had not done it since. It was such an intimate, personal act of sharing to be so unsatisfying. She was reasonable, she took into consideration that alot of women did not enjoy their first time, mainly because of the pain, but she hadn't felt ANY pain. No discomfort, no stretching, NOTHING!
She hadn't even experienced those feelings of desire or anything remotely sexual while she was growing up. During puberty when her friends discovered boys, she discovered nothing. She realized that she just wasn't one of those women that enjoyed sex. So she was a bit of a prude, who cared? The only ones that would think of her as prudish were the ones that wanted sex from her, why the hell would she care what they thought?
She understood the concept of sex equaling babies, but for anything else, it just didn't make sense to her. When she was married and ready for children she would have sex again.
***
THE BEGINNING...
Devlin Sinclair had only been here a few months, but he was already enjoying himself. There was just nothing like a small town atmoshere to make one feel all cozy and surreal, it was such a vivid contrast and a nice change from the fast, never sleep city life. He could actually relax here, he enjoyed the solitude he had, the freedom. With a large family, someone was always around, he never had peace at home, no personal space.
That's why he had enjoyed college so much, being away from them was ideal. He had missed them and was happy to return home after such a long time away, but his enjoyment was short lived. What started as a strong hint about marriage and family had turned into his mother practically planning his engagement, and to his complete and utter shock, she had basically picked his fiancee.
He was not his older brothers, so what if they were married with children, they did what they did and he did what he did. They understood him, so why was his mother so persistent? The pressure had him ready to crack, he was only 28 and in no rush to to settle down. Devlin had tried to explain that he wasn't getting married until he was either sick of women or met someone he felt he could settle down with and not be harassed in the marriage. A woman that realized he had a high sex drive and a love for women he knew there was no way in hell he would ever be able to shake. He honestly couldn't help it, he respected women, he had a mother and a sister to make sure of that, but he just knew in his heart that he would never find that elusive thing called love, and honestly, he was just not interested in it.
So when Devlin heard of the position available at a small firm, far from his clan, he applied. Of course they had called him back immediately, his family's name was legendary and their firm was ranked highest in the country, no Sinclare had ever left the family firm. The Sinclare family equaled money and power, there name alone struck fear in any attorney unfortunate enough to have to go against them in court.
This particular Sinclare had already set himself apart, proving after only one year out of college that he was a dangerous opponent. They were wary of the man with the devils persuasion and the looks of a god.
***
Chloe had been designing clothes since she could walk, and now that she was 22 she was ready to turn it into something more than just an addicting hobby. Dropping out of college had been a shock to her father, but her mother had known before she started that she was on the wrong career track. Chloe had found herself in a slew of odd jobs, saving her money to start her own small business. Her father had offered to help her, having more than enough money, but she was a grown woman now and she wanted to do it herself. It was possible, if she started very small and worked her way up. The Internet was her ultimate choice to begin with.
So after getting fired or quitting about six different jobs since she left school, she had finally found one she could actually relax and stick with.
It was only her first day of work at the 'Lyquid Anxiety' coffee shop, but Chloe could already tell she liked it, the work was easy and she loved coffee, how could she go wrong? Alright, so her coworker, Lita was a big of a irritant, but nothing she couldn't handle. She was just the braggy type, every guy that walked in the store either wanted her or she swore they were stalking her. She had told Chloe at least 7 times so far, how men just randomly tell her how sexy she is, how many guys she dated, although she was in love with a new guy whose name she didn't know yet, but who was coming into the coffee shop just to see her. Than there were her stories of guys fighting over her, and even horror stories about her breast implants.
That was way to much information for just meeting her a few hours ago, Chloe was always cautious of people who spilled all their personal information in the first 24 hours of meeting them. Chloe didn't have time for that kind of thing, to each their own, just don't involve her. She was here for the paycheck, she had her own life.
***
Devlin was taking it easy with women, this town was just to small. He had limited himself to only a few, who knew with out a doubt that it was nothing more than sex, he was dating other women and he had no intentions of EVER settling down. He did notice however, that one girl in particular, Alicia was getting a little to attached and really closing in on his personal space.
He had found this great little coffee shop, around the corner from work, he took his coffee very serious and this place made a serious cup of coffee. Unfortunately Alicia had turned up at the exact time he did, for the last 4 days, he was getting irritated. He liked drinking his coffee and reading the paper alone, in peace!
So he took an early lunch that day, just to try to avoid the Alicia drama, he walked in and frowned a little, looking at the one little detail of this coffee shop he did not care for, the strawberry blonde with the thick white blonde streaks and huge, obviously enhanced breasts. She came a dime a dozen, overly flirty, oozing with well planned sexuality she just could not pull off. This nice, comfy little coffee shop was becoming more of a hassle now than anything else, between the strawberry blonde's overt flirtations and Alicia's possessiveness. He needed to find a new place. Hell, he left home to get away from anything that could tie him down or anyone who could call him 'relation'. He wanted anonymity here, and unfortunately his sex drive had already ruined that. If only he could keep his dick in his pants, his life would be alot easier!
***
"Oh my god!" Lita almost dropped her cup of coffee, a few drops splashing on the counter as she slammed it down, "that's him," she was panting. Chloe wondered if she should put a napkin under her chin, she didn't mind cleaning up spilled coffee, but they didn't pay her enough to clean up drool. "He is so fucking hot! Have you ever seen some one so fucking HOT in your entire life?!" she squealed and he looked up just as Chloe looked at him.
There was no doubt about it, he was the sexiest man Chloe had ever seen. He was tall, broad shoulders, she could tell under his suit he was extremely muscular, his dark wavy hair, intense eyes, full lips, dripping with strenght, mystery and overt sexuality. Normally she wasn't into white men, but this guy was just hot, any race would agree, even lesbians would agree!
