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The Man Who Defied God
The Man Who Defied God
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Cristy is an ordinary girl with a lack luster appearance and quiet demeanor. She works at the local home improvement store in the interior design section.  Her older sister, Seleen, is a seductress and strip club owner who has done quite well in the lucrative business.

One rainy night, both of their worlds change as a man named Artemis has no choice but to use Seleen’s strip club as a stopping spot to dry off and get warm; at least in the lobby.  After falling asleep, Seleen dumps the man and his troubles into her younger sister’s lap and goes back to her own life.  Over the course of a single week, Artemis changes her life forever. 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMatt Deckman
Release dateDec 6, 2016
ISBN9781536577006
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    The Man Who Defied God

    Chapter 1

    On the dimly lit street, the pouring rain was collecting in puddles on the asphalt and concrete sidewalk. The street lamps were a pale orange giving anyone who was walking, barely enough light to walk down without tripping over their two feet.

    A worn boot splashed through a puddle. The boot had seen hundreds of miles, indicated by the scuffs and worn treads. The owner of the boot didn’t look any better; clothes ripped and stitched, with scuffs and threads hanging. But never the less, the owner kept on walking. There were hardly any shops open at this time of night. The last clock that the owner had seen had read 1:30 in the morning.

    The hood barely moved as the person looked from side to side. If only he could get out of the pouring rain for five minutes so that he could feel his toes again. The boots weren’t waterproof anymore, just a layer of rubber between his feet and the  ground.

    In the distance, he saw a sign that indicated its business was open 24/7. It wasn’t the ideal location to warm up, but he wouldn’t be questioned as the clientele of said establishment was also questionable.

    I don’t have a choice... he thought as he made his way over to the establishment. It was clear at a short distance that the club catered to both men and women, in separate sections. Thankfully there was a lobby where he could simply sit, warm up and dry off. There was one other person there, a woman, on one of the benches, though she was right at home on the curved cushion bench, browsing something on her tablet.

    As soon as he stepped in, a gust of warm, dry air hit his face and he immediately looked around for a place to sit. There were several dark pink and red, luscious and luxurious chairs as well as two cushioned benches that he could take advantage off.

    When he sat down and leaned back, he could feel his muscles and bones jumping for joy. The cushions were immediately soaking up the water that was dripping off of him. The woman glanced over and raised a brow at him, just sitting there. She could see his misty breath and noticed his labored breathing.

    Not feeling too hot, are you? she asked in a confident voice. She started to wonder if she had to call an ambulance- she couldn’t have someone die here.

    He merely shook his head, hood still up. He knew that she was looking at him with her peripheral vision as she hadn’t moved her eyes across the tablet’s screen in over 30 seconds.

    No matter how long you stare; you’re not going to get me to push my hood back. I’m not going to identify myself either. I’m here to warm up, dry off some and continue, he said in a ragged voice.

    She was taken back by his attitude, blunt and outright, So you’re not going to order services, not going to state your name, not going to do anything there except warm up and dry off, at the expensive of this establishment?

    It’s the same that you’re doing, isn’t it? he asked, looking up just enough for her to see his eyes peering at her from the darkness.

    "Considering it’s my establishment, I don’t care about me. I’m here making sure nobody tries to get in that’s under age or otherwise. So you’re costing me  money..."

    I’m not costing you anything. I’m not having your girls dance on me, not having sex with them, not in the VIP lounge. I’m here out in the lobby simply drying off. Breathing the same air you’re breathing and using, the same air that would have been here regardless of me or not, he rebutted. He wasn’t rattled by her, though his tone was sharp. He had seen and heard too much in his life to be rattled by a business man or woman, no matter how sharp tongued they were.

    She was about to respond but realized that he was right. She breathed before continuing what she had been doing before he walked in.

    * * * * *

    What was hours later, around 4 in the morning, the woman looked up to see that the man had fallen asleep and was breathing more evenly and less labored. His travels had been stressful enough to make him exhausted, wherever he had come from. She knew that she couldn’t let him stay in the lobby and if she made him walk through the club, others would notice and question what was going on. She only had one option; get him out of there.

    She pulled out her phone and pressed a number on speed dial, It’s me, bring the car around. I need to get rid of someone...who may raise questions if spotted in the club. The man is asleep in the lobby and I’m taking him to my sister’s...one less problem for me to deal with afterwards.

    Within minutes the car was out front and someone walked to the front door, opening it, Ma’am, the car is ready.

    Yes, so I see. Get him and put him in the back. Get help if needed. She stated before getting one of her coats from the closet.

    After they managed to get the man into the car, they were on their way to her sister’s; Cristy.

    Seleen thought about her sister, her less fortunate sister. Cristy had been less fortunate in almost every aspect of life; from looks to confidence to financials, business, everything. Cristy had been and was currently renting an apartment, one that she was doing self-renovations to in attempts to make it a better place to live. But what Cristy constantly ran into with the renovations was the shortage of money. The last time Seleen checked, Cristy was a department manager at a retail store and

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