Getting His Ex Back At All Cost

ted the outfit she had chosen for the evening. It was a light brown chiffon top that complimented her beautiful glossy skin tone and it was t

f tax lawyers she had worked with for three years, and even when she was going out for a morning jog. She gathered her hair and leveled them on her shoulder before deciding

need to try

or hours, trying to pass out of law school with a distinction. Beverly was making a career in performing arts. It was Beverly’s first week in

fice. Beverly needed a room. Michelle couldn’t afford the high cost. Tonia was exhausted for the day

e rack where work shoes dominated. She picked a black stiletto that belonged to Beverly. It had become

ck mini gown and red sling-b

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Chicago and tourists who wanted to get a taste of the best of the city. It had always been Beverly’s dream to sit on one of those finely polished chairs and have t

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l he desired was a good meal. Not just any meal b

ous, flair young man, Oliver, dressed in an ash-colored suit vest with a white shirt, sleeves rolled and ash pants to match, a watch on the left hand

strutted in. He glanced to his favorite spot in the

is side when he n

the matt

spot. “Occupied.” He

once,” the waiter said and

and waiting for their orders whe

ble needs to be vacated,” he s

y stated. “Don’t we have a ri

se! But this is

ed to remain undisturbed. She had saved up for weeks

hand. “It’s a good thing that our order hasn’

ed the wai

patience,”

ent when Oliver walked up to the vacated table. Beverly stopped when she saw the tall, handsome man walking gracefu

a few seconds, Beverly focuse

the big lif

d get used to it. She dug knife and fork into the rotisserie chicken and reveled at the way it

em with his phone latched between

ing lazy…and I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want those documents typed and subm

oticed a lady in a black gown sitting some tables away stealing glances at him. He glanced at her exposed thighs and remem

reat. He dug into the meal, took a bite, and escorted it with a flush of red wine. Oliver was a slow eater. He took his time to survey the outside world and the restaurant again before he found his gaze settling on the table where the two ladies dined. This time, he studied the other lady. With her black hair falling ca

ne beside her and smiled. “T

her head from

who took

hat he was good-looking. “Okay.” She retu

a, not just Chicago.” She sighed. “We

of chicken on her plate. “You

be. You work in a law firm – a tax

if I get to see these doll

you should ste

ll take us out next month but not to this expensive res

chu

to get us

ht wasn’t an indulgence she could afford. Both ate silently while considering how a life of affluence could

debit card when the waiter pointed to the handsome man who had rudely taken thei

derstand why he paid for their meal, Oliver strolled from h

e,” he intro

g with them. Where were the news writers? She has always had a crush on him, and here he

e, and seeing her closer, he discovered s

. I love that position so mu

cour

y and wished he would

iven?” Oli

attention on her. “I’m Beverly Daniels and…” She pointed to Michelle w

to be seated wi

were reddened with excitem

nce at Michelle who had

ou do?” he

a law

but Michelle didn’t count herself among those who could maintain a conversation

a choreographer.” Now that Oliver’s eyes

e,” Oli

e only way I can forgive you.” She grimaced in mock annoyance u

iet lady to

our meals…I think

or?” Oliver was determined t

Cole, an

eyebrow in amuseme

s friend, was one of the

now Robert

nd he was talking to Michelle who wasn’t interested. She bit her

e was saying.

aced it on the table. “Give me a call.” He was still loo

h she knew she was never

’s been a great evening with

I’m looking forward to y

dded. “Of

glance at Michell

he walked away, determi