Broken Wedding Bells — Monae Nicole
On June 3rd, Monae Nicole returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
“Spend the night with me.”
My hand resting on his leg was quickly snatched back.
Over the last few hours, I’d talked, laughed, and got real comfortable with a stranger. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel like a stranger. In fact, it felt like I’d known him for years, even without knowing his name.
He made me forget why I’d initially come to the bar and tried to drink my troubles away. Not to mention he was very easy on the eyes. He wore his dark brown locs in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. He sported a pair of black glasses, giving him a sophisticated look.
He had a lean build, but the muscles in his arms were defined. The blue shirt he wore over his nutmeg-colored skin put his multiple arm tattoos on display. And the stud earring he wore in his ear set off his edgy but educated look. He was handsome as hell. The thought to fuck him crossed my mind a few times over the last few hours, but I wasn’t going to. At least not until he requested me to stay the night with him.
“You are crazy.” I laughed, rubbing the back of my neck.
He traced my jawline with one of his fingers. “Not crazy at all. I can see the sadness in your pretty ass eyes, and I want to be the one to relieve you of that, even if it’s only for one night or the whole weekend if you want it to be. Afterward, if you don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll respect that. Don’t overthink it; just go with the flow.”
Dark brown eyes peered into mine.
It was easy for him to say go with the flow, but for me, it wasn’t. He could be a killer for all I knew. I didn’t get killer vibes from him, but one could never be too sure.
Was I crazy enough to go home with him, though? I wasn’t too sure about that.
Something about him felt familiar even though we’d never met before.
“Hold on.” I paused to sip my water because my throat had suddenly become dry. “You want to spend the night, or possibly the weekend with me, but you don’t even know my name.”
For hours, we chatted but never exchanged names. It made me think this wasn’t the first time he propositioned a woman to spend the night with him without finding out her name.
“You are absolutely right.” He stretched his hand toward me. “My apologies. I should have asked sooner, especially before asking you to spend more time with me. Can you tell me your name now, beautiful?” He hit me with a crooked smile that had me gushing in my panties over the last few hours.
I placed my hand in his. “Love.”
His smile spread even wider. “Mon amour, I’m Aries,” he said before placing a tender kiss on the back of my hand.
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