Charles was not the kind of person you wanted your daughter to bring home. True, his bank account was 7 digits. He stood 6’7 with glowing dark skin. His smile with snow white teeth made him very attractive. But his heart was a block of ice. Black. Toxic. The type that would take food from a starving beggar.
When he walked in with Rachel as his date, I had mixed feelings. She was the 5’9, copper skin, coke bottle figure that every man dreams about. Her smile would make you forget your own name. Classic! The prettiest girl and handsomest man would be together.
But Rachel had a heart of gold. The type that would give her last to someone in need. To Charles, Rachel was just another trophy. I did not know what control he had over her, but I was determined to free her from his yoke.
I was planning this for a while. A greeting here, a kind deed there. Let her see who I am. I may not have the looks of Charles, but once he started flirting with other women, she saw who he was, and walked out with me. I stole her heart.
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David E. Perry
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