My White Ex Soldier

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Blurb:

An interracial, military romance story. Part 1 in the My White Ex Soldier series. Speed dating can be very hit and miss. But it does work for some, as Desiree soon finds out.

One man that sits opposite her is Taylor, a web designer and a guy that soon captures Desiree’s heart. But as they better get to know each other, and things from Taylor’s past surface, can they get past these turbulent times?

Or will this new found love fizzle out? Discover now in this BWWM ‘secret’ romance novel by J A Fielding.

Chapter 1

Desiree Young was a nervous mess as she looked at her reflection in the mirror on Wednesday evening. She was still cursing herself for letting her sister, Rochelle, and her cousin Cynthia, talk her into speed dating. She never did blind dates or something as adventurous as this. Actually saying that she was a  nervous wreck was an understatement. She could feel her sweat glands acting up, making her think that she should have taken another shower. She had three outfits on the bed, not sure which one would be better. She looked at the denim pants and cream chiffon top, the short black sleeveless dress and then the strapless bandage dress. She took a long deep breath and then sighed. This was too hard on her. Yes, she did need someone new in her life. If not for anything else, at least for the sex.

Desiree was a stunning twenty six year old and of course the ultimate beauty. She was tall, had shoulder length black hair and deep warm brown eyes that seemed to look right in your soul. Her curvy body was the ultimate proof to the stereotype that African American women had great asses. Though she had that great body, Desiree had almost always played it safe as far as any hard decisions were concerned. She had a great body and was a great dancer but she never once tried out for the cheerleading squad in high school. The only reason she became a cheerleader later on in college was the fact that cheerleaders were given a forty percent scholarship. In college, most of her professors thought she would make a great marketer or reporter but for Desiree that meant too much attention. So instead, she chose to go into production. To her, it made more sense to shine behind the camera than on the screen. Her career in production was a great disappointment to many people who knew her. And that, playing safe and being out of the limelight, was how she had chosen to live her life.

She was still looking at the three outfits when Cynthia walked in holding a Pepsi. Of course she was holding yet another soda. She was the one person who ate more junk than the world could handle and still manage to be a size zero.

“Why are you still not dressed?” Cynthia asked as she walked into the bedroom. Desiree shook her head.

“Nothing seems okay. This,” she said holding up the bandage dress, “screams fu*k me now and this,” she said as she picked up the black dress, “seriously, this is some sort of joke,” she said sitting on the bed. Cynthia smiled and took the two dresses from her.

“That is why those two were Rochelle’s picks. I chose the pants,” she said as she put the two dresses back in the closet.

“Where is Rochelle anyway?” Desiree asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“At Tony’s as usual,” Cynthia said as she joined her on the bed.

“I swear those two….”

“…oh, come on. Let them be. Let them have their honeymoon period because knowing Rochelle, Tony will be old news in a couple of weeks,” Cynthia said cutting her short. Desiree laughed. Her sister was what they liked to call a serial dater. She dated men just for a period long enough to still feel the thrill of the relationship before she called it quits. Desiree could not remember the last time her sister had a relationship long enough for her to actually know the man’s middle name. She always stayed just long enough to keep the sex exciting before she called it quits. At twenty three, Desiree thought her sister needed to get her act together but time would tell.

“Now, you need to get dressed and do something with that hair,” Cynthia said pointing at her still wet hair. Desiree smiled as she stood up and headed to the bathroom where she quickly dried herself down and lotioned up. She dried her hair and pinned it up before she finally walked out of the bathroom.

“I still think this is a bad idea,” Desiree said as she pulled her panties on under her towel. Cynthia shook her head.

“We have talked about this, Dee. This, tonight, is happening whether you like it or not,” Cynthia said. “How long has it been since you last had anyone in your life?” she asked looking at Desiree.

“Ten months is not the end of the world,” Desiree said. Cynthia rolled her eyes.

“Someone serious,” she said looking at her cousin who was now putting on her bra. “Leon was a joke. He lied to you and he hurt you.”

Desiree took a long deep breath. She hated to admit it but Cynthia was right. She had given almost three years of her life to Leon Martin, a man she thought she had a future with before she realized that he was lying to her all this time. He was married with kids yet he managed to jet her off to some of the most beautiful resorts in the world, lavish her with expensive getaways and when they were not doing that, he would stay home with her sometimes for days on end before he had to go. It was no wonder Desiree had never suspected he was married. It was not until one day she decided to surprise him at his office. There was a photo on his desk that he had never seen before. One of Leon, a brunette and two kids that looked a bit too much like him. She could not think of any reasonable explanation except that he had a family that he had never told her about for three years.

The pain and humiliation of the whole situation was too much for her. She had shut down almost completely after finding out. She could not think of how she was ever going to get out of that hole she had been plunged into. Almost a year after the incident, she was still single and Cynthia and Rochelle thought they had to step in. Otherwise she would just wallow in self-pity all her life. Cynthia was a part owner of a coffee shop downtown that hosted a speed dating night every Wednesday. And today was one of those days that she would not take no for an answer. This was it. This was the first day of the rest of her life.

“So, what do you think?” Desiree asked after she put on the top. Cynthia smiled.

“Perfect,” Cynthia said before leading her to the dressing mirror. “Now we just have to take care of that hair and your makeup,” she added as she sat Desiree down.

“I thought my hair was fine,” Desiree said as Cynthia undid the clip that held her hair up.

“Well, we just need it to be good enough to match your outfit. So fine is definitely not what we are looking for,” she said as she began to work her hair using the curling iron.

Desiree felt a weird sense of déjà vu going through her, almost as if this was prom night the second time around. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she felt like she was looking at a completely different person. The usual shoulder length straight hair was replaced by beautiful bouncy curls that were the perfect complement to her very chic outfit. She smiled and then looked at Cynthia.