business, so she learned to never burn bridges. However, being a typical man, that didn't stop him from trying to hit on her. Ever so often he would send her gifts, or leave messages in hopes of taking her out.
And she turned him down. Every time.
She didn't care how fine or successful he was. He had a wife. Where was the damn respect?
Men.
Reese refocused herself back to her work, and turned on her computer. She was sure she had a ton of emails, as usual. She just hoped one of them was news she wanted to hear. When she opened up her Yahoo account, she froze at the article on her homepage. It was a picture of Cameron seated across Robin Roberts, with the bold title: Cameron Lewis on Good Morning America . She rolled her eyes. When was this man not on the news?
Her mind drifted back to that night at the lounge two weeks ago. The night she almost threw a drink at his face. The audacity of him. He turned out to be everything she thought he was. But she wasn't surprised at all. Did she actually expect him to be some wholesome gentlemen?
She stared at his picture, gnawing her nail in deep thought. She wondered if...
She quickly erased the thought.
Of course not. That would be foolish.
No way in hell she would ever think to even ask him.
Definitely not.
*
She was officially stupid. She couldn't possibly think this was a good idea. Why?!?
Reese chewed her nail as she followed the direction of her GPS. She hoped this thing was leading her the right way. She slowly turned the left on the next block, cruising slowly in search of his boxing gym.
The longer she drove, the more she urged to turn back. Why the hell was she even doing this? Was she this desperate?
Yes.
Yes, she was.
It took every bit of her pride to go looking for him. She had sworn to herself that she would never step within 10 feet of his rude ass. But at this point she could really use his help, as much as it pained her to admit it. Camron was a star. With a lot of money. If she could convince him to donate to Free The Heart through the sponsorship of his foundation, it would be a blessing. Also, she was hoping he could reach out to one of his celebrity friends that would be willing to perform at the concert.
This would probably never work. And she was sure this would just blow up in her face. But it wouldn't hurt to try. Right now, it wasn't about her. It was for the best interest of the organization. It always was.
According to Google, he owned a boxing gym in Fordham, Bronx. She wasn't even sure he would be there. Her better judgement would've been to ask Yasmine instead of taking it upon herself to make a trip all the way here. But, it was too late for that.
Much to her relief, she arrived at the place. The beige cemented building stood amongst the commercial stores within the busy area, stationed near the shopping center only a few blocks away. The moderately sized building, was titled with bold red letters: C.Lewis’s Boxing Gym.
She peered through the tinted glass doors in search of any activity inside. But saw nothing due to the opacity. With a sigh, she parked her car, stepped outside and walked toward the building. Her heels clamped the concrete with each step she took. She fluffed her spiked styled hair, then smoothed out her attire out of habit. With her white, knee length body con dress shaping her curvaceous frame, adorned with her turquois jacket and matching hued pumps to sharpen her appearance, she looked professionally chic as always. Even if she was just seeing Mr. Asshole Lewis, she still had to be presentable.
She opened the door, only to meet two muscular security guards by the entrance.
"Can I help you?" The baldheaded, brown skinned man voiced, in an overly deep baritone that would give Barry White a run for his money. He looked oddly familiar. And in that moment, she recognized him from the restaurant as part of Cameron's security detail. The one who pushed an angered Cameron out, before he could make any more of
And she turned him down. Every time.
She didn't care how fine or successful he was. He had a wife. Where was the damn respect?
Men.
Reese refocused herself back to her work, and turned on her computer. She was sure she had a ton of emails, as usual. She just hoped one of them was news she wanted to hear. When she opened up her Yahoo account, she froze at the article on her homepage. It was a picture of Cameron seated across Robin Roberts, with the bold title: Cameron Lewis on Good Morning America . She rolled her eyes. When was this man not on the news?
Her mind drifted back to that night at the lounge two weeks ago. The night she almost threw a drink at his face. The audacity of him. He turned out to be everything she thought he was. But she wasn't surprised at all. Did she actually expect him to be some wholesome gentlemen?
She stared at his picture, gnawing her nail in deep thought. She wondered if...
She quickly erased the thought.
Of course not. That would be foolish.
No way in hell she would ever think to even ask him.
Definitely not.
*
She was officially stupid. She couldn't possibly think this was a good idea. Why?!?
Reese chewed her nail as she followed the direction of her GPS. She hoped this thing was leading her the right way. She slowly turned the left on the next block, cruising slowly in search of his boxing gym.
The longer she drove, the more she urged to turn back. Why the hell was she even doing this? Was she this desperate?
Yes.
Yes, she was.
It took every bit of her pride to go looking for him. She had sworn to herself that she would never step within 10 feet of his rude ass. But at this point she could really use his help, as much as it pained her to admit it. Camron was a star. With a lot of money. If she could convince him to donate to Free The Heart through the sponsorship of his foundation, it would be a blessing. Also, she was hoping he could reach out to one of his celebrity friends that would be willing to perform at the concert.
This would probably never work. And she was sure this would just blow up in her face. But it wouldn't hurt to try. Right now, it wasn't about her. It was for the best interest of the organization. It always was.
According to Google, he owned a boxing gym in Fordham, Bronx. She wasn't even sure he would be there. Her better judgement would've been to ask Yasmine instead of taking it upon herself to make a trip all the way here. But, it was too late for that.
Much to her relief, she arrived at the place. The beige cemented building stood amongst the commercial stores within the busy area, stationed near the shopping center only a few blocks away. The moderately sized building, was titled with bold red letters: C.Lewis’s Boxing Gym.
She peered through the tinted glass doors in search of any activity inside. But saw nothing due to the opacity. With a sigh, she parked her car, stepped outside and walked toward the building. Her heels clamped the concrete with each step she took. She fluffed her spiked styled hair, then smoothed out her attire out of habit. With her white, knee length body con dress shaping her curvaceous frame, adorned with her turquois jacket and matching hued pumps to sharpen her appearance, she looked professionally chic as always. Even if she was just seeing Mr. Asshole Lewis, she still had to be presentable.
She opened the door, only to meet two muscular security guards by the entrance.
"Can I help you?" The baldheaded, brown skinned man voiced, in an overly deep baritone that would give Barry White a run for his money. He looked oddly familiar. And in that moment, she recognized him from the restaurant as part of Cameron's security detail. The one who pushed an angered Cameron out, before he could make any more of
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