A Second Chance at Love (A Woman Scorned, Part 1)

t since things seemed to be fine, I wanted to be comfortable in my new place. So, after I finished working my shift at the hospital, I finally decided it was time to ge

utiful pieces, but the best-looking merchandise in the store was not for sale. A handsome, well-built, chocolate man stood nearby, describing some of the showroom furniture to a couple. I continued to look around the store but eased closer and closer to him as I did. I remember smiling to myself and thinking I would like him to show me his merchandise. Now, don’t get me wr

His voice was velvety smooth. He had a baritone voice that was smoother than Egyptian cotton; you know, that kind of voice that woul

te teeth and the most beautiful, full lips I had ever seen. I envisioned those beautiful lips w

r slavery, but if he was for sale, I would definitely consider buying or renting him for a little while. When I regained my composure, I told him that I was looking for some up-to-date furniture that would accentuate my newly purchased home. He showed me all of their best furniture, and after mulling over my choices, I chose two Egyptian hand-carved bedroom sets as well as dining room and living room furniture sets. I spent more money than I had intended, but to get next to him, I would have spent all my savings. He asked where I wanted this delivered. I gave him