Love Across Colors (Urban BWWM Interracial Romance) by Shauna Hudson Read Free Book Online

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Marcus, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about that,” she said as she stormed past them.
                  Marcus reached out and grabbed her by the elbow. “Hey, I’m not done talking to you.”
                  She pulled her hand away with such aggression it frightened him for a second. “Yes
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we are,” she said. She now walked up to face him, her breasts almost touching his chest. He was a bit taller so she had to raise her head slightly now to look into his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you
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Marcus. I have seen you here every day with your gun
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slinging friends, rolling up weed and snorting like bulls. It is not in your color that you lost whatever it is you thought you would have gotten from me; it was in your inability to provide me with anything I need. You have nothing to offer me Marcus; nothing but a gangster gone wrong,” she spat and turned on her heels and left.
                  Marcus did not try to pursue her, fearing now the woman who surfaced whom he had never met before. When she glanced back, he had already walked off, tail between his legs, with the rest of his friends, embarrassed no doubt. Her morning had started off so wonderfully , but now had a bitter aftertaste. She fumed all the way to the grocers and back
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and by the time she stepped into the house she was torn apart like puzzle pieces. Melvin asked about her attitude
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but she refused to discuss the source of it and retreated to her bedroom where she spent the better part of the day. She returned downstairs later in the evening to prepare dinner. She was going to meet Wayne afterward s , and she figured she needed something strong to drink
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; something that would numb and nullify this bad feeling she had been carrying with her all day.
                  By the time she saw his handsome face, all her sadness was obliterated and in its place a smile so broad lit up her face. She fell into his arms and engaged him in a kiss of gratitude
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; gratitude for finding her, coming into her life and for wanting to be a part of it
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; for always being there when she needed him the most and especially for the escape and relief he now provided her. He eased back after she had concluded her rampage on his senses and smiled.
                  “What is the matter?” he asked.
                  “What makes you think there is something the matter?” she asked and turned now to look out the window.
                  He used his finger to hold her chin and turn her back to him. “I have spent the majority of a month with you, exploring your personality. I think it would be remiss of me if I couldn’t tell what your kisses mean or read your attitude,” he said.
                  Melinda smiled inwardly, glad that she had someone in her life besides her father who paid such keen attention to even her mood changes, even if it was not something she wanted to discuss, but when she looked into his blue eyes, she felt a compulsion to tell him. “It’s just these neighborhood boys. They seem to have a problem that I am dating you
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- a white man
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- when there are such ‘eligible’ black men around I can choose from,” she said
quietly
silently .
                  Wayne laughed. “Is that it? That’s what you are allowing to trouble your mind?” he asked as he pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the forehead.
                  “It doesn’t bother you what other people think?” she asked as she looked at him through her huge brown portals to her soul.
                  “Not at all
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; or maybe because I have been dealing with it longer. I know that I want someone in my life who is worthy of my affections, and that person can either be Caucasian, Black, Hispanic, Indian, I don’t really care. When it comes to it, we all have the one beating heart and the same red blood. We aren’t so different