One Sweet Night

Ladies,

My name is Raphael and Marilyn tells me I’m one of her newest heroes. She’s still working on getting Etienne to stop by. In the mean time she asked me to stop in and introduce myself.

I jumped at the chance because I don’t really get to say much in my book, One Sweet Night. The story is told from my lovely Negrita’s point of view. She’s lovely ladies, but not easy to convince. She rocked my world the moment I saw her. It was just a brief sighting and unfortunately, she wasn’t even aware of me, but I knew right away I wanted to get to know her—in the biblical sense. I just had no idea how long it would take me to achieve that goal or how difficult it would be.

Don’t take what I’m about to say as an arrogant brag. Despite what Jake said, I am not arrogant. Although if anyone knows about arrogance, it’s him. But I didn’t come here to talk about Jake. I came to tell you a little bit about me and my Negrita, Jule.

When she and I met, I had nearly everything I wanted—a prosperous and rapidly growing software company, more than enough money to buy whatever I wanted and ensure I was able to provide my lovely Negrita with all the comforts and luxuries she deserved. I’d achieved all of that by the time I was thirty-five.

And that was part of the problem Jule, my jewel, had with me and our relationship—my age. Now I’ve never really been attracted to older women. But as I told Jule, age was not important and she’s not that much older than me. Nothing was important except getting to know her.

When we finally met, she was ripe for the picking and the moment she opened her apartment door and I saw what she wore, I knew come hell or high water, I was going to be the lucky man to turn her world upside down.

It’s funny how things work out because when Tia first asked me if I were seeing anyone and if I’d be interested in a blind date, I was not interested. I’ve never needed help getting a date with a woman of my choice—until Jule.

But even after she saw that we were physically compatible, Jule kept me an arm’s length, making my life unnecessarily miserable. And for what? None of her reasons caused me any concern—not even the secret that had broken up her marriage. Nevertheless, despite all my reassurance, she was afraid to share it with me. She wasn’t sure how I’d react.

I can understand her reluctance—because I had a secret of my own I was none too eager to share with her. When you consider how we finally met, her concern about my age, and her lingering feelings for her ex, you can see how hard it would be for us to really get to know each other in any meaning for way or to share more than one sweet night together.

If you want to know how and if we resolved our issues and handled each other’s secrets, you can ask Marilyn to post the beginning of our story, One Sweet Night.

Raphael Canseo,
One Sweet Night