City Vibes - Complete Series (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance) by Violet Jackson Page A
Authors: Violet Jackson
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shoulder.
“I'm sorry.” Reese breathed. She wasn't just talking about his job.
“I have no job. And I have no money.” His voice was heavy and raw.
Reese lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his cheek. To this, he responded by kissing her deeply on the lips. Reese pressed her body into his, willing this contact to make him feel even a little bit better. “You have me.”
Daniel squeezed her in his arms, his fingers digging into her back.
Then,
With a poisonous voice,
He muttered,
“This is all your fault.”
Chapter 17
Reese stood in the center of Daniel's living room; her feet square in front of her and her arms hanging like dead limbs on either side of her. She scanned the room. Her eyes picked up the blinds, stained with wine and crookedly hanging just above the window panes.
They grabbed the pile of broken glass sitting in a puddle of red wine from a wine flute that had evidently been thrown. They landed on a couch whose cushions had been turned out, whose upholstery was stained with some unknown substance. They found the blanket, which, having been haphazardly flung into the air, had landed on top of the shade of a ten foot standing lamp. This cast shadows on the hardwood floors, on the destroyed cushions and the pile of glass... and on Daniel.
She rested her eyes on the man, whose figure, tense and mangled, sat just across from her, perched on the window sill with the uneven blinds, his face in his hands. As she took in the frazzled waves on his head, trembling as he seethed with anger and with a kind of pain Reese couldn't hope to understand, she began to contemplate what had brought her to this point. Peculiar was it? That a researcher by day, waitress by night could find herself on the upper east side, standing in the middle of an apartment that had been destroyed by her once-billionaire boyfriend.
She found herself pondering her future with him. Daniel was very much made of his money and he'd sucked her into his artificial world and she'd gone along with it and played dress up because she couldn't see herself doing anything else. Even when she had to face his boss, who stared down at her chest and made fun of her job, she still knew there was no place else that she'd rather be then wherever Daniel was.
Now she looked at a man that she did not recognize. Was Daniel his money? Now that it was gone, had it taken him with it? Or was this person who, for the first time since she started dated him actually looked and felt human, the real Daniel that had just been unearthed from underneath the countless monetary funds?
As this last thought occurred to her, her heart slowed. Her eyes dried and she lifted her right hand to her face to swipe away the tears that had already fallen. She took a step towards him, gasping at the sensation of the cold hardwood against her bare feet. As she approached him, her stomach flipped. She was getting the sense that this might be kind of like some sort of new beginning for them.
She even selfishly wondered if this new Daniel, this struggling, human Daniel, might open up to her the way that deified Daniel would never allow. She took one last step that brought her to him. With a trembling hand, she ran her fingers through his hair and felt him melt into her. His hands clutched her back with a grip that was nothing more than apologetic, but she knew that he was in no position to be introspective. She knelt in front of him; an action that brought her down to his eye level.
After a short moment, he reluctantly lifted his head and drowned her in his tired, broken gaze. His emerald eyes, once brilliant, once glistening, even in the darkness, once piercing and vibrant, now looked dull and lifeless; looked hazed and dark.
Chapter 18
“Go clean yourself up.” Reese murmured.
Daniel set his jaw, because he was not one to be bossed around.
But Reese also held her ground, so they remained there gazing with a hard stare at each other. Reese dared him to argue with her; to
“I'm sorry.” Reese breathed. She wasn't just talking about his job.
“I have no job. And I have no money.” His voice was heavy and raw.
Reese lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his cheek. To this, he responded by kissing her deeply on the lips. Reese pressed her body into his, willing this contact to make him feel even a little bit better. “You have me.”
Daniel squeezed her in his arms, his fingers digging into her back.
Then,
With a poisonous voice,
He muttered,
“This is all your fault.”
Chapter 17
Reese stood in the center of Daniel's living room; her feet square in front of her and her arms hanging like dead limbs on either side of her. She scanned the room. Her eyes picked up the blinds, stained with wine and crookedly hanging just above the window panes.
They grabbed the pile of broken glass sitting in a puddle of red wine from a wine flute that had evidently been thrown. They landed on a couch whose cushions had been turned out, whose upholstery was stained with some unknown substance. They found the blanket, which, having been haphazardly flung into the air, had landed on top of the shade of a ten foot standing lamp. This cast shadows on the hardwood floors, on the destroyed cushions and the pile of glass... and on Daniel.
She rested her eyes on the man, whose figure, tense and mangled, sat just across from her, perched on the window sill with the uneven blinds, his face in his hands. As she took in the frazzled waves on his head, trembling as he seethed with anger and with a kind of pain Reese couldn't hope to understand, she began to contemplate what had brought her to this point. Peculiar was it? That a researcher by day, waitress by night could find herself on the upper east side, standing in the middle of an apartment that had been destroyed by her once-billionaire boyfriend.
She found herself pondering her future with him. Daniel was very much made of his money and he'd sucked her into his artificial world and she'd gone along with it and played dress up because she couldn't see herself doing anything else. Even when she had to face his boss, who stared down at her chest and made fun of her job, she still knew there was no place else that she'd rather be then wherever Daniel was.
Now she looked at a man that she did not recognize. Was Daniel his money? Now that it was gone, had it taken him with it? Or was this person who, for the first time since she started dated him actually looked and felt human, the real Daniel that had just been unearthed from underneath the countless monetary funds?
As this last thought occurred to her, her heart slowed. Her eyes dried and she lifted her right hand to her face to swipe away the tears that had already fallen. She took a step towards him, gasping at the sensation of the cold hardwood against her bare feet. As she approached him, her stomach flipped. She was getting the sense that this might be kind of like some sort of new beginning for them.
She even selfishly wondered if this new Daniel, this struggling, human Daniel, might open up to her the way that deified Daniel would never allow. She took one last step that brought her to him. With a trembling hand, she ran her fingers through his hair and felt him melt into her. His hands clutched her back with a grip that was nothing more than apologetic, but she knew that he was in no position to be introspective. She knelt in front of him; an action that brought her down to his eye level.
After a short moment, he reluctantly lifted his head and drowned her in his tired, broken gaze. His emerald eyes, once brilliant, once glistening, even in the darkness, once piercing and vibrant, now looked dull and lifeless; looked hazed and dark.
Chapter 18
“Go clean yourself up.” Reese murmured.
Daniel set his jaw, because he was not one to be bossed around.
But Reese also held her ground, so they remained there gazing with a hard stare at each other. Reese dared him to argue with her; to
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