Richmond-Banks Brothers 1: A Hopeless Place (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Coco Jordan Page B
Authors: Coco Jordan
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Cherish?” she said, sitting up. “I’m glad you told me this. I needed a reason to move on from him. I needed a reason to be done. I’m tired of being strung along.”
Cherish replied, though I couldn’t make out what she said.
“No, I’m fine,” Amara insisted, glancing over at me. “Are we still going out this weekend? Okay. I’ll see you Friday.”
She hung up her phone and tossed it into her purse before wiping the rest of her tears from her cheek and brushing her hair back off her face.
“Would I be a total jerk if I said I told you so?” I said gently. I so badly wanted to remind her how right I was about him. She should’ve listened to me.
She turned her face away, clearly not in the mood.
“Hey,” I said, reaching over and tugging on her arm. I pulled into a parking spot and parked the car. I held onto her arm and she placed her hand over mine as she cried into the crook of her other elbow. I took off my seatbelt and turned toward her. “Amara…”
She turned to face me, her cheeks ruddy and her eyes swollen. She still looked like a million bucks, though; a million sad, salty, beautiful bucks.
“I think you’re pretty amazing,” I said in an attempt to try to lessen her pain. “Screw anyone who’s too dumb to realize that.”
“He has a girlfriend back at Vanderbilt,” she said, wiping the tears that kept spilling down her cheeks. “I should’ve known.”
She leaned in and buried her head on my shoulder, breathing deep and letting it all soak in and wash over her. My heart thumped loud in my chest as I held her close, and I was quite sure she could feel it. I said nothing as I held her, the space around us filled by the faint hum of the car engine.
“If you were mine, I’d never let you go,” I said softly. I didn’t mean to say those words out loud, but I was desperate to stop her pain as she sobbed into my chest.
“I just can’t believe he’d try to get back with me when he already has a girlfriend,” she cried. “Apparently, they’ve been together a couple years. Why would he do that, Bennett? Why would he give me that hope?”
“He’s selfish,” Bennett said. “You’re a sweet girl, Amara. Some people take advantage of that.”
I readjusted my arm around her and pulled her in close again. I liked holding her. I was never really a touchy-feely person, but I liked touching her. It was the only thing that felt natural.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I said into her ear. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”
She sat up and leaned away, looking me straight in my eyes. “You’re just trying to make me feel better, but thanks.”
“I mean it,” I said as I reached over and stroked my hand against her soft cheek. “You’ve changed my life, Amara. You’ve given me a reason to live. I’ve never really had that before.”
She looked down at our hands, which had somehow managed to become intertwined, and gently pulled them apart. “We should probably head back.”
She climbed out of the car and we switched sides. She said nothing as we headed back to the mansion.
AMARA
No one had ever seen me as raw as Bennett had in that moment. Angry. Bitter. Crying. Completely unraveled. He saw me at my weakest as I was reliving one of the most painful experiences of my life, and he just held me. He offered some kind words and he held me.
Before I drove back to the mansion, I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. I studied his face for the first time, really studied it. My eyes traced the angle of his square jaw, soaked in his deep-set hazel eyes and long lashes, and followed the lines of his perfectly straight nose and soft, full lips. He’d really filled out lately, and to say Bennett Richmond-Banks was officially handsome was an understatement. A far, far cry from the gaunt, sickly stick figure I’d met just weeks ago, this was a man I was only beginning to get to know.
I thought about kissing him
Cherish replied, though I couldn’t make out what she said.
“No, I’m fine,” Amara insisted, glancing over at me. “Are we still going out this weekend? Okay. I’ll see you Friday.”
She hung up her phone and tossed it into her purse before wiping the rest of her tears from her cheek and brushing her hair back off her face.
“Would I be a total jerk if I said I told you so?” I said gently. I so badly wanted to remind her how right I was about him. She should’ve listened to me.
She turned her face away, clearly not in the mood.
“Hey,” I said, reaching over and tugging on her arm. I pulled into a parking spot and parked the car. I held onto her arm and she placed her hand over mine as she cried into the crook of her other elbow. I took off my seatbelt and turned toward her. “Amara…”
She turned to face me, her cheeks ruddy and her eyes swollen. She still looked like a million bucks, though; a million sad, salty, beautiful bucks.
“I think you’re pretty amazing,” I said in an attempt to try to lessen her pain. “Screw anyone who’s too dumb to realize that.”
“He has a girlfriend back at Vanderbilt,” she said, wiping the tears that kept spilling down her cheeks. “I should’ve known.”
She leaned in and buried her head on my shoulder, breathing deep and letting it all soak in and wash over her. My heart thumped loud in my chest as I held her close, and I was quite sure she could feel it. I said nothing as I held her, the space around us filled by the faint hum of the car engine.
“If you were mine, I’d never let you go,” I said softly. I didn’t mean to say those words out loud, but I was desperate to stop her pain as she sobbed into my chest.
“I just can’t believe he’d try to get back with me when he already has a girlfriend,” she cried. “Apparently, they’ve been together a couple years. Why would he do that, Bennett? Why would he give me that hope?”
“He’s selfish,” Bennett said. “You’re a sweet girl, Amara. Some people take advantage of that.”
I readjusted my arm around her and pulled her in close again. I liked holding her. I was never really a touchy-feely person, but I liked touching her. It was the only thing that felt natural.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I said into her ear. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”
She sat up and leaned away, looking me straight in my eyes. “You’re just trying to make me feel better, but thanks.”
“I mean it,” I said as I reached over and stroked my hand against her soft cheek. “You’ve changed my life, Amara. You’ve given me a reason to live. I’ve never really had that before.”
She looked down at our hands, which had somehow managed to become intertwined, and gently pulled them apart. “We should probably head back.”
She climbed out of the car and we switched sides. She said nothing as we headed back to the mansion.
AMARA
No one had ever seen me as raw as Bennett had in that moment. Angry. Bitter. Crying. Completely unraveled. He saw me at my weakest as I was reliving one of the most painful experiences of my life, and he just held me. He offered some kind words and he held me.
Before I drove back to the mansion, I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. I studied his face for the first time, really studied it. My eyes traced the angle of his square jaw, soaked in his deep-set hazel eyes and long lashes, and followed the lines of his perfectly straight nose and soft, full lips. He’d really filled out lately, and to say Bennett Richmond-Banks was officially handsome was an understatement. A far, far cry from the gaunt, sickly stick figure I’d met just weeks ago, this was a man I was only beginning to get to know.
I thought about kissing him
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