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The crowd at Hot Stakes Sports Bar and Grill was down to three people; the owner Joey Rubble, the maintenance man Simon Jones, and the new girl Melissa Moore. It had never been slower than this but it got close one-time last month. It was Sunday November 1, 2015 many cars passed up and down the street but none stopped by, it’s almost like they didn’t notice the place. The look of concern spread across Joey’s face was that he wouldn’t make enough money this month to pay the bills. A sigh escaped his lips and he grimaced. The prices were as low as he could afford and images of bankrupt signs danced through his head. Maybe he should just give it all up, he could barely afford to pay Simon, what made him hire a new girl? But Joey knew all too well what made him do it, hopefully once the men saw a new pretty face they would want to stay longer and spend more. However, Melissa didn’t have the chance to make a difference before worry lines creased his forehead. Joey glanced at his watch, it was ten o’clock.
“Melissa!” he yelled.
She put the cleaning rag into the bucket made up of Mrs. Meyer’s Surface Scrub and hot water. Earlier Melissa wondered why she needed to clean at all since they have a maintenance man; but everyone knows part of the waitress job is to clean tables so she let it go.
“Yes sir?” she said.
He motioned for her to come to him. Melissa was no fool, she noticed during the interview Joey couldn’t keep his eyes off every other part of her but her face. At times she would clear her throat to bring his attention back and he would talk about how pretty she was. Her light skin and straight shoulder length hair always made the men pause, then once they focused in on her honey brown eyes and full lips the staring started. They would point out how cute her up toned nose was and the mole that sat next to it. Her boyfriend Jonathon constantly fiddled with her chin; it made her feel fat even though she was nowhere near it. She would fuss constantly and swat at him but his hand would just end up back on her chin. He would laugh and talk about how perfectly round it was but Melissa didn’t think so.
“How many tables do you have left back there that need to be cleaned?” Joey asked.
“Actually I’m on my last one.”
“Good, when you’re finished go to lunch.”
“How long is lunch?” she asked.
“Indefinitely if we don’t get some business,” He muttered under his breath.
“Huh, what was that?” Melissa asked.
“An hour,” He said and retreated through the double doors to his office.
At the front entrance the doorbell chimed and in walked Latasha, Melissa’s best friend. In a short red dress, Latasha’s long brown legs smooth and recently shaven complemented the matching red four inch stiletto heels.
“Hey girl you’re just in time. I was about to text you,” Melissa said.
“Is your phone on the charger?” Latasha asked.
“Ah! I left it in my purse; I brought the charger with me and everything!” Latasha shook her head, “It won’t do you any good if it isn’t plugged up.”
“I know, I know,” Melissa repeated, “Let me wipe down this last table and I’ll clock out.”
Melissa grabbed the rag and rung it out twisting it with her hands. The lavender aroma of Mrs. Meyer’s Surface Cleaner made the place smell like flowers. Latasha sat down at the bar and watched her girl wax on and wax off. Her job wasn’t much better, cleaning rooms all morning at Sonny’s Inn made her back hurt from time to time but it was a job, some people didn’t have one so she wouldn’t complain. Melissa carried the bucket and cleaning supplies toward the back; she turned and threw her hand up waving for Latasha to come on. The click clack of Latasha’s heels announced each step as she walked down the hallway. Melissa sat the bucket down in the maintenance closet, clocked out, and continued to the bathroom. Inside she hopped up on the counter leaning her back against the mirror with a pout on her face.
“Girl what’s wrong?” Latasha asked.
“I’m bored. Do you see how dead this place is?”
“At least you don’t have to work hard, that is not something to be pouting about; if I were you I’d take it easy.” Latasha applied a rose colored lipstick to her lips. Oddly enough her top lip was thin, while the bottom lip was plump. When kissing she was the type of girl to always suck a man’s lips in. “I’ve got a date and I can’t be late.”
“I knew you were up to something coming in here all dazzled up, I won’t even ask who.” Melissa said.
“Good don’t ask, it aint none of your business anyway.”
“Whatever,” Melissa threw her hands up waving off Latasha’s statement.
“Are you going to sit in this bathroom your whole lunch or are we eating?”
“You’re hungry?” Melissa asked.
“I don’t really have an appetite,” Latasha glanced at her phone, “he’ll be here at any minute so maybe I shouldn’t eat but I could really use a drink.”
“You’re bringing him here?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nall girl do your thing, Imma sit in here and sulk some more.”
Latasha shook her head, “Girl get over it, you’re getting paid to do nothing. Now I’ll be back.”
She left the bathroom and not only was Melissa bored; now she didn’t have anyone to talk to. Her stomach growled but she didn’t feel like eating. The time was not moving fast enough and she felt like going home. This place was lame, thinking of Jonathon she figured she would try and reach him if her phone had any juice. Her charger was in her purse she plopped down off the counter and went to the break room which was as small as the closet she kept her shoes in at home. The closer she got, the louder voices grew, Melissa was almost relieved that there was some work to do around here until the tone in the voices grew angry. Melissa slid into the break room grabbing her phone and charger from her purse. When she stepped out the men were at a point of yelling.
“I know Jimmy works here now where is he? I am not the guy you want to mess with today!” The man snarled.
Melissa paused so she could listen; Joey was trying to explain to the man that Jimmy hadn’t work there for a month now. Not wanting to get caught snooping, Melissa eased her head around the corner inch by inch. There were two men and a woman all dressed like they were the Soprano’s. The guy talking looked about as frustrated as he could be. The next sound she heard was of a gunshot. It rang loud three times. “BANG, BANG, BANG!” The sound crackled in the air like thunder and Melissa screamed dropping her cell phone, she picked it up quick and ran to the bathroom. She locked the door, her body shaking all over.
“Oh, Jesus please help me. Please, please,” she begged.
Like she expected, someone tried to get in the door. A female voice spoke, “Open the door.” She spoke in a zero tolerance tone. The door rattled as she pushed multiple times trying to get it to budge. Melissa knew sooner or later whoever was out there would find a way to get in, instantly she looked for an escape. Inside the bathroom next to the first stall was another door. Melissa didn’t know where it led; after all it was her first night. The door didn’t start at the bottom of the floor it was about two feet off the ground she would have to jump up and attempt to grab the door knob. There was no other way out of this bathroom, she couldn’t believe there was not even a small window to crawl out of, she made the decision to jump through the door. Melissa stepped back, ran and jumped. She didn’t have hops like Michael Jordan and that was not good. The knocking on the door got harder, then a loud bump as if someone was putting their shoulder into it. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, never in her life had she been this scared or nervous. If they got that door down before she could make a run for it she was dead. Melissa decided to run from one end of the bathroom to the other. In two seconds she was gone, in three long strides she was at the door; she jumped and grabbed the door handle. It swung open hitting her hard in the face, she screamed as blood seeped out of her nose. Her descent was rigid and fast when she hit the ground, pain instantly shot through her head and the room started to spin. Keeping it together was the hardest thing for Melissa, but she fought the darkness that threatened to consume her.
“Jesus give me the strength,” she whispered.
Heavier and heavier the fight was to maintain consciousness. Roll over, Melissa thought. She gained just enough will power to roll to her side. Blood continued to seep out of her nose, finally with her head back she pushed herself to a sitting position, resting there for a moment before attaining her bearings and standing to her feet. Dizziness hit her just as tough as the door did when it opened. The counter top was her crutch and Melissa put all her weight onto it, grateful for the support. When she looked in the mirror, there were two of her. That wasn’t right, she thought. A bang on the door made Melissa cringe. For a moment, she forgot about the bad guys on the other side but that was her wake up call. Into the stall she grabbed tissue and stuck it up her nose. There was a first aid box on the wall, “Thank you Jesus,” she said. Shots rang out; Melissa screamed again forgetting about the first aid kit, someone wanted to get in badly because now they were shooting at the door.
Melissa sprinted out of the stall on unsteady legs; she threw her hands up jumping through the opening. Only half of her made it, the other half continued to dangle against the bottom half of the bathroom wall. Using her hands she pulled the rest of herself through and stood up fast. This was some type of hidden hallway and for a second Melissa wondered why Joey would need it. The bathroom door burst open and she took off down the hallway. There was a slope in the floor, causing her to slide and fall down on her knees she slid to a stop. To her left were steps leading to a door. In front of her the hallway continued to stretch and a door was at the end of it also. Taking her chances Melissa kept straight, getting back to her feet, hurtling into the door. It opened with ease and the bright light gave her pause. Looking around she saw a desk, chair, and paperwork scattered. This must have been Joey’s office. On her right was another door, going through it lead her outside into the night air.
Being outside gave her a since of relief, no longer was she trapped inside but now she was out in the open. In the parking lot were few cars, but one of them was Latasha’s car.
“Yes!” she yelled, excited that she could get away from the thugs that pursued her.
Melissa’s face furrowed at the man, there was no way she would sell herself short in any way so he had nothing to worry about. She never knew why her friend called them dates when they were really tricks, and there was no reason for her to be dealing with these types of men. Latasha was beautiful she could be a model, but this was her life not Melissa’s. Her hands reached for the keys that hung in the ignition, the car came to life, she put it in reverse backing out, once in drive the car lurched forward.
Two men and a woman flew out of the bar guns in hand. Seeing the car they all lifted about to shoot when one of them by the name of Sanchez said. “I got this.” He held up his M1911 and fired two shots; the first one shattered the back window, the second one wounded Latasha’s date taking his ear off. Screams elevated the night air. Melissa lost control of the car; its swerved wildly before running into a light pole coming to a staggering halt. Smoked bellowed from the hood and the thugs gave each other smug smiles.
“Let’s go get em.” Sanchez said.
“Melissa wake up!” Latasha screamed. Melissa’s head had hit the steering wheel. Previously, after jumping in the car, she didn’t think to buckle up. Coming to, Melissa blinked rapidly and held her head, she moaned, “Ooooh God, Jesus take the wheel!”
“Girl, you have already run into a pole now you need to ask Jesus to get this car to crank, it’s too late for him to take the wheel now snap out of it! We’ve got to get out of this car!” Latasha looked back. “Come on they’re getting closer, what have you gotten me into!”
“I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into!” Melissa yelled back.
They got out of the car, “Down there!” Latasha yelled.
Melissa followed her friend down to the back of Hot Stakes Sport Bar and Grill. She ran to the basement door it was never locked. She pushed it open and they flew in. On the inside, they locked the door; Latasha flipped the light switch on and searched for a padded lock to add more security.
“Why do you look like you know this place?” Melissa asked.
“Don’t ask me no questions and I won’t tell you no lies okay?” Latasha said.
“Fine,” Melissa said throwing her hands up.
Her head hurt beyond belief, it was swollen and another lump was growing on her forehead. She took her phone out and attempted to turn it on. It powered on the battery light blinking, Melissa call Jonathon. The phone rung once, “come on, come on baby pick up,” she chanted. “Beep, beep” Her phone was on the verge of powering off. “I was wondering when you were going to call me,” Jonathon said. “Baby, listen to me!” Melissa shouted, “I need you to call the police, we…beep, beep, beep,” The phone died, Melissa groaned.
“What are we going to do now?” she said.
**Hot Stakes is a free story. **
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“Are you hungry?” Charles asked.
“A little,” Briana said.
“The kitchen is this way,” he took the lead.
She followed behind him and admired the strength of his walk. Only a man could walk like that and it looked like he had a nice butt too. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. Charles looked back at her, “What’s so funny?”
She shook her head vibrantly, “Nothing.”
“It must be something because you’re laughing now are you going to leave me hanging?”
She giggled some more, “Nice butt.”
“You think so?” he said wiggling his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Beautiful smile,” he said.
“Thank you.” She blushed.
In the kitchen he made stir fry vegetables and chicken. Adding rice as their side. “Do you like sweet tea?” he asked.
“If you don’t you’ll love mine.” Charles poured her a glass of sweet tea adding a lemon and a straw. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m from another planet.”
“Why is that?”
“Because the only thing I know for certain is that I look like everyone else. Human I mean. I can’t imagine that when people have memory loss it’s a full loss like this.”
“Some people do and some can remember things from their past. It depends on the circumstance and the reason behind the memory loss. Your accident was bad you were lucky to wake up from that coma.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself. Excuse me.”
“That’s normal, I’m sure you’ll have more questions and things on your mind as time goes along. We’ll deal with them as they come. Do you mind if we say grace before we eat?”
Briana was in lust with him. She could tell by his mindset that he was not the average guy. “No not at all.” She said.
They bowed their heads and Charles spoke to the Lord. He asked for protection and guidance and blessings over their food. While he prayed Briana watched him. He was so handsome and had such a loving nature. Could it have been possible for them to meet on such an awkward occasion? Whatever the reason she was glad God put her in good hands.
“In Jesus name, “Amen.”
“Amen,” she said.
“I can say I remember him,” she said.
“And that’s really all that matters,” he responded.
“So you’re a Christian man huh?”
“I try to be.”
“No wife or kids?”
Charles put his fork down, “They died, two years ago.”
The revelation gave her pause, “I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what it wasn’t your fault.”
“I’m sorry for asking I just noticed this house is so big and not having any family here made me curious.”
“As you should be. We never lived in this house. This was one of the houses we’d picked out while house hunting. Really we were just doing it for fun. At the time we didn’t have the financial means to own a home with us trying take care of our family which was getting bigger. She was pregnant. Seven months.”
He hesitated. Briana reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “Maybe we should change the subject.” She said.
“Nah, I want you to know. That way we can get it out and never have to bring it up again.” He continued, “We were coming from my oldest son’s birthday party my parents had thrown him at their home. He was turning eight. We needed to go pick up groceries before we went home so we went to the party in separate vehicles to have room for the food. I drove our pick-up truck while she drove the kids in our car in front of me. The car was full. My two son’s Alex and Seth, my wife, my niece and oldest nephew. Halfway to the store a drunk driver crossed the lanes and ran into them head on. I was about two cars behind them. Immediately the car went up in flames. When I got to them I pulled over and tried to get them out but the doors were jammed. I couldn’t save them. Not one of them. I had to watch them burn. Their screams and cries. He paused again and closed his eyes his jaws clenched.
“My God,” Briana said.
His eyes glistened with fresh tears threatening to descend down his face as he relived the horrific accident. Briana got up from the table and went to him. At the moment boundaries were not thought of as she reached to console him. She pulled at his chair and he allowed her to comfort him. In his lap she sat and held him as he breathed heavily into her neck fighting back the breakdown that tried to consume him.
“The memory still hurts,” he said.
“I am so sorry I asked,” Briana said. “Please let’s change the subject. Are you okay?”
“I was able to save you,” he said his voice tight. “Ever since that day I have devoted my time to saving people in similar situations. No family should ever have to watch a love one die that way.”
Briana felt chills flow through her. This had to be the reason he was so caring when it came to her. He truly was her guardian angel.
“I’m okay. How are you?” he asked.
“I was better before I opened my big mouth.”
His honey brown eyes searched hers. Charles felt her sincerity and raw emotion ran through his gut. He was aware of her warm soft body invading his space and he didn’t mind it one bit. His lips met hers and they kissed. A simple kiss at first then his hands wrapped around her waist and their kiss deepened. He turned her toward him and she straddled his lap. They devoured each other, his lips sucking the bottom and top of her lips before inserting his tongue in her mouth. Briana’s stomach was in knots and she savored the taste of him. A moan left her mouth and found its way down Charles throat which was met with his own barbaric sexually stimulated grunt. As Briana slightly pulled away from him for air, Charles rained kisses down her chin, across her face and to her neck. Briana felt his arousal grow beneath her which in turn made her body heat up from the bottom of her toes to the top of her ears.
In a breathless voice Briana spoke, “Maybe we should slow down.”
After she said it she regretted it. No way did she want to slow down at least that’s what her body told her. Charles fervent kisses slowed, he didn’t want to stop either. Briana had set his emotions on high and every loin in his body wanted her right then right now. Slowly he sat back his broad shoulders and chest heaving forcing himself to comply with her wishes.
“That wasn’t very Christ like, now was it?” Charles said with little amusement.
Briana fidgeted, “It’s just that,” she searched for the right words to say “I don’t want our love making to be in vain. I don’t want it to happen because you’re feeling vulnerable right now.”
Charles regarded her for a long moment his thick eyelashes hovering over his strong penetrating gaze. His tongue swept across his bottom lip as he assessed her, tasting the sweetness she left lingering on his mouth. “I can assure you,” he said his voice deep and husky “when we do make love there will be nothing vain about it.”
Briana’s breathing quickened, she stood her breast rubbing against his face. Before he could stop himself his hands griped her waist and he stood picking her up her legs instantly wrapped around him, with one arm he pushed his dinner plate to the floor sending it crashing. Charles laid her down on the table pressing his body against hers. There was a momentary second of pause just long enough for him to give her the chance to stop him. When she didn’t he leaned down kissing her navel leaving a trail of kisses up her bare flat stomach to the cleft between her breasts.
“Wait,” she said it was barely above a whisper. He groaned. “I’m sorry,” she said. Once again she was assaulted by his gaze. “It’s not that I don’t want to—” her voice trailed off. He stood letting her legs fall from his waist taking a step back.
“No,” he said, “I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
Briana sat up her body still yearning for him to forget everything she said and have his way with her. Instead he held out his hand and helped her off the table and pulled her into his arms. “Have a drink with me.”
“Sure,” she said “Are you trying to get me drunk now?”
He gave her a half smile, “When you’re ready I won’t have to get you drunk trust me.”
She smiled with thoughts of what could be with this handsome man. “I don’t know whether to be scared of relived.”
“A little bit of both,” he said.
Release Date: March 1, 2016
The only thing Briana and Tiana have in common are their identical looks. Tiana is tired of pretending to like her sister in fact she doesn’t love her at all. She’s had enough of being in Briana’s shadow and after plotting her sister’s demise she takes the ultimate step to kill her and take over her life.
When Briana wakes up in the hospital after 6 months of being in a coma nothing is familiar to her not even the handsome gentleman sitting next to her bedside. With smooth brown skin and a strong square jawline his masculinity keeps Briana’s voice at bay. Even when his alluring brown eyes turn to meet hers with surprise no recognition hits her but she does feel something else. Discouraged by her empty memory the thoughtful stranger turns into her knight in shining armor. Could she have been so lucky to wake up alongside him or does she need a serious wake-up call?
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