Behold Our Love

Chp 2

Devan

For the past four months, I've been watching Kestra, a thick black beautiful young woman. Whenever I try to talk to her, she'd just dismiss me without another thought. Other young girls swoon when they sight me a mile away, but none of them captures my attention as Kestra does. Kestra is witty, I learned that the first time we met, and I realized she was different from other women. I saw her inner beauty the second time I met Kestra in the store with her son who was four months old at the time. I was surprised to find out she was a mother, but it attracted me to her. I try to take advantage of every chance I can get to speak to Kestra, I want to know her but breaking down her walls is taking longer than expected. Nonetheless, I am a patient man and I will show Kestra that all men are not the same.

Like clockwork, every Friday evening Kestra will stop by at the bakery to buy some sweetbread to take home. Coincidentally, I always buy at the bakery every Friday too. Today she was dressed in black slacks and a burgundy short sleeve blouse.

"Good evening, Kestra." She gave me a small smile before getting serious again. Damn, she doesn't know how beautiful she looks when she smiles.

"Good evening, Devan. How was your day?" Kestra asked while selecting another sweetbread.

"It was good. How have you been today beautiful?" I watched her hand stop midway before selecting more sweetbread. Kestra set down the tongs before facing me with her dark chocolate eyes.

"Devan, I appreciate the compliment, but I am not your type. I've seen you with beautiful women. You know I have a child and nobody finds a single mother attractive, especially in Belize." How can she not see her beauty?

The coffee brown skin, full lips that look sexy whenever she smiles, thick body with curves on her size fourteen frame, and slightly upturned eyes that show knowledge, but hides hurt and pain.

"Kestra I didn't mean to offend you or anything. You do look beautiful."

"No offense was taken Devan, but I need to go home." Kestra paid for her sweetbread and left the bakery without a backward glance.

Damn. I didn't mean to offend her or anything. Whoever is the child's father must have been a narcissist to hurt her self-esteem, a woman like Kestra is to be treated like a queen. A queen to be loved, cherished, and cared for. I don't understand how some men can destroy such a beautiful soul.

I am making a vow here and now to treat Kestra like a queen. She's my soulmate, and she is the one I want to rule my country by my side. But first I need to convince her to go out on a date with me.