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The Mic
The Mic
The Mic
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Millions called him the Mic because once he gets a microphone in his hand, his voice would mesmerize and touch your soul. He only wanted one to call him by his given name Raul. The one he met on a dating website. Though he may have lied to get the woman the truth about who he really is pushing her away. Can he get her to accept the man he is or will she walk away?

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His kiss tasted so sweet it was like a sweet green apple and I wanted more. My toes started to curl on the hardwood floor as my arm slid up around his neck.

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PublisherL C Dorsey
Release dateDec 22, 2016
ISBN9781370694389
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    The Mic - L C Dorsey

    THE MIC

    By

    L C Dorsey

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    Chapter 1

    Oh, shit. I cannot believe that I got a response from that dating site so fast, Allison Warner said after she opened her email while sitting at the kitchen counter. Her mother was placing her breakfast in front of her, just as she had done when Allison was a child before she would go off to school every morning.

    Why are you so surprised, Allison? The whole point of those websites is to get a response, Helen Warner said clearly surprised by her daughters’ reactions.

    I expected a response in six or twelve months, but not the next day. I thought it would take more time for someone to be interested in me.

    And why would you have to wait so long? You are a very smart and beautiful young woman. Any man would be happy to have you.

    You only think that because I look a like you. Almost to the tee. If it wasn't for me having my father’s eyes, curly sandy hair and lips a little fuller than hers we would look like before and after pictures. And I am your daughter so you have to say that.

    No. I am saying this because it is true.

    I looked at my mother and was still surprised at how beautiful she was even in her late fifties. She looked good and it showed in her walk and the way she wore her clothes, even if they sometimes looked a little too young for her, to me. After all, she was my mom.

    Well, it still is a surprise. I know I said I was ready to start dating again, but I am still not sure that the online dating thing is right for me.

    I agree with you about that. This online thing is so strange. Meeting someone you know nothing about and cannot look them in the face to see if they are being truthful or not just does not seem right. You cannot get a feel of a person from a picture. Pictures are altered so much you don't know if you are looking at a woman or man. But it is the way of today.

    I don't think I will respond, I said, cutting into my pancakes. I had been restless all night after I submitted my profile online and wanted to delete.

    Oh, Allison, you have to give it try. Who knows, that may be my future son-in-law.

    Or he could be a serial rapist or murderer that will bury your daughter in a shallow, unmarked grave.

    You have always been dramatic. And for the record you could meet one of those at church or at the supermarket. Hell, you could be working with one right now and not even know it.

    My mother had a good point. That was one thing she was good at. Being a teacher trained her well in how to point out good facts to tilt the odds in her favor making her look right.

    May be I am just a little afraid of getting into another relationship because of how my last one ended. I know not all men are the same, but my track record with them is not that good.

    I'll think about it, mom.

    Good. Think about it, then respond to the email when you get to work.

    Mom, I will think about whether or not I will send a response.

    Don't mom, me. Now hurry up with your breakfast and to go work. She said as she began to put things away and wipe down the counters.

    You make me feel like I am ten, again.

    If you were ten, I could tell you what to do and you would do it. But you are not ten and you make your own decisions. But I nevertheless try to tell you what, I, think would be best for you.

    Mom, I do what you say more times that I can count, I say stuffing another fork full of my breakfast in my mouth before standing up and wiping my mouth. I walk over to stand beside her in front of the sink and kissed her on the cheek. If she only knew the actual cause behind my last break-up she would not be so gun-ho about me starting a new one.

    I just want my daughter to have what I have with her father. I want you to be as happy as I am every day of my life since I met your father.

    I am happy. And what you and dad have is something out of a book. That is very, very rare. I know my mom wants me to be happy and that is the reason she is so supportive. She wants to give me what she did not have from her family when she met my father.

    My mother is from a true southern, white family in Georgia. They loved tradition and being ignorant. So when my mother met and fell in love with my dad an African-American they basically disowned her. They did not understand that my father made her happy regardless of his color. They only started to communicate again after I was born. My mother said because of my complexion they thought, hoped, that she had cheated my dad so they accepted her and me hoping she would leave him. But that never happened and would never happen.

    So now she was giving me what she missed. So I let her have her way, giving into her every now and again. And that, of course, meant doing what she said, sometimes.

    I will think about responding. I am not saying I will respond but I will think about it.

    "Good. Now

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