Nicole should've known better than to find love at the strip club. Charles "Dripping Chocolate" Hester is mouth-wateringly fine, but he came with plenty drama. Is this just a wild and sexy ride or something much more?
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Nicole's heart thudded as well. She couldn't believe he didn't walk away when they recognized each other. Was he seriously hitting on her? Charles was a fine man (yes, Lawd!), but she already saw him naked, for Christ's sake. He pushed his thing between her legs. Nicole was drunk that night, but she remembered touching and squeezing it before she pushed him away. You can't go out with someone after touching their dick, can you?
If it wasn't for Charles Jr., she would've told him to get lost. Nicole had a strong opinion about strippers, but the fact that this one brought his son to Walmart with him meant something. He wasn't a sex-craved drug addict, totally void of responsibilities. Or maybe he was, but today at least he cared enough about his son to want to spend time with him. That already put Dripping Chocolate leagues above other deadbeats she knew, like Clifford.
"I'm Nicole," she said. "Is this your son?" She looked down at the boy, and he eyed her curiously.
"Yeah, this is Charles Jr.," Charles said. "He's five. Is that your boy?"
"Yes," Nicole said.
"I'm almost six," Charles Jr. said.
Shawn kept quiet.
"I, uh... I'ma let you get back to your shopping," Charles said. "But I wanted to stop and say hi. You looked like somebody I know, but I can see you ain't her."
Nicole nodded. "Okay."
Charles turned and his conscious kicked him in the ass. What the hell's wrong with you? Charles turned back to her and smiled nervously. "You, uh... You think I could have your number? Maybe we can go out sometimes... "
He felt like an idiot. This wasn't him at all. Charles, aka Dripping Chocolate, was as smooth as a cup of warm cocoa. He was a ladies' man. They came to him. They piled up at his stage every weekend. He didn't like how Nicole stole all of his confidence, but thankfully she gave it back just as easily.
"Okay. Do you got a cellphone?"
Keith Thomas Walker
Genre: Romance
Excerpt
Nicole's heart thudded as well. She couldn't believe he didn't walk away when they recognized each other. Was he seriously hitting on her? Charles was a fine man (yes, Lawd!), but she already saw him naked, for Christ's sake. He pushed his thing between her legs. Nicole was drunk that night, but she remembered touching and squeezing it before she pushed him away. You can't go out with someone after touching their dick, can you?
If it wasn't for Charles Jr., she would've told him to get lost. Nicole had a strong opinion about strippers, but the fact that this one brought his son to Walmart with him meant something. He wasn't a sex-craved drug addict, totally void of responsibilities. Or maybe he was, but today at least he cared enough about his son to want to spend time with him. That already put Dripping Chocolate leagues above other deadbeats she knew, like Clifford.
"I'm Nicole," she said. "Is this your son?" She looked down at the boy, and he eyed her curiously.
"Yeah, this is Charles Jr.," Charles said. "He's five. Is that your boy?"
"Yes," Nicole said.
"I'm almost six," Charles Jr. said.
Shawn kept quiet.
"I, uh... I'ma let you get back to your shopping," Charles said. "But I wanted to stop and say hi. You looked like somebody I know, but I can see you ain't her."
Nicole nodded. "Okay."
Charles turned and his conscious kicked him in the ass. What the hell's wrong with you? Charles turned back to her and smiled nervously. "You, uh... You think I could have your number? Maybe we can go out sometimes... "
He felt like an idiot. This wasn't him at all. Charles, aka Dripping Chocolate, was as smooth as a cup of warm cocoa. He was a ladies' man. They came to him. They piled up at his stage every weekend. He didn't like how Nicole stole all of his confidence, but thankfully she gave it back just as easily.
"Okay. Do you got a cellphone?"
Keith Thomas Walker
Genre: Romance
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