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of the chair. All that was true about what the great city had to offer but to him it was so much more. He was sure his future wife was a resident. The woman who stood behind the bar at Garden State Bar and Grill at Newark Liberty International Airport with the sparkly eyes, full lips, small waist and wide hips had taken his breath away. Newark was the city where he was sure he’d find true love. The day he laid eyes on Makeba Jones was the day he stopped being a boy trapped in a grown man’s body. His needs and desires for his life had changed. Before their chance encounter he hadn’t given the possibility of marriage a second thought. He loved being single and carefree, not being responsible for anything or anyone other than himself. Even more, he relished in the fact that he could walk away from a relationship on a whim. He had no ties to anyone. He was never looking for a single white or black female to be a permanent fixture in his life. One delayed flight was all it took to alter not only his world but his way of thinking, as well.
                  He engaged in an on again off again fling with Deena James, his business advisor, until she began hinting around that she wanted more than he was willing to give. Every time she’d bring up the subject of marriage he’d quickly respond by saying he wasn’t the marrying type. As a result, they decided to end their affair only to reconnect again and again.  He reiterated on numerous occasions that their encounters were strictly sexual and she should not expect anything more, but Deena was one of those women who thought that if she gave him all she had to offer, she could change his mind. As of yet, she has not learned that a woman can have honey dripping from her clit and it still would not be enough to keep a man who doesn’t want to be kept. She'd rather take what she could get than not have him at all. Declan felt as long as he was honest about what he didn’t want, and she was still willing to allow him to have her in ways he wanted, when there was a need to release sexual tension, then, she was fair game. That is, Deena and whomever else he felt the desire to crawl under the covers with. With all the women he played, none of them would ever come before business.  If they became clingy they were cut off, discarded like a perishable item past its expiration date.
                  Declan smiled at the thought of taking another trip to Newark. Even though he had been assured that the hotel development was ahead of schedule. He needed to see it for himself. He’d been in business long enough to know that words are not bonded, contracts are. He had to see for himself how far along the contractors were with his own eyes. Therefore, a walkthrough of the hotel was imperative. The current news about this couldn’t have come at a better time. It gave him the opportunity to possibly see Makeba again. The thought had awakened a part of his anatomy causing it to press firmly against his zipper.
                  Declan’s muse was interrupted when he heard a light knock on the door as it slowly opened. His eyes were fixated on the door until the person on the other side made herself visible without invitation. For a little over a week he had been going out of his way to avoid her, knowing sooner or later she’d eventually pop into his office. He made a mental note to inform Ashley that for now on, even his business adviser had to be announced before entering. That would have to be later because at the moment he had more pressing issues and she was more than capable of helping him solve them.
                  He stared down at her long, firm, beautiful legs as they made their way to an empty chair on the opposite side of his desk. Deena sat down raising her legs resting them on top of his desk as she spread them wide giving him a full visual of her jewels, literally. He studied her clean shaven bedazzled jewel box as his erect member