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  Contents

  Copyright & Dedication

  He Spoke to Me

  Out My Head

  The Date

  No One to Share With

  Mianach (Mine)

  Choices

  It’s On

  Mianach (Mine) pt2

  Bombs go Boom

  Patric O’Shea

  Business with the Kingpin

  A Crush No Longer

  No Fucks Given

  Respect and Surprises

  I Miss Him

  The Way she Makes me Feel

  Can’t Keep my Hands off Her

  A Mother Knows Best

  Broken Bird

  Wavering

  Snapped

  Meeting the Devil

  Going Crazy

  A Heart Beat

  Nothing to Live For

  Cracking

  Welcome Don Balor

  Saying Goodbye

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Rose Marie All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book and is first dedicated to my husband, who turned around and looked at me with loving eyes and said “I’m crazy about you beautiful.” Thus creating my precious Conner O’Shea. The other parties who take credit for helping me include Germa, Carla, and Eve. I thank you all so much for your love and support. It really means the world to me. Now last but surely not least, my Wattpad family, who had been my driving force to continue writing. Without you all I seriously doubt I’d have the motivation to follow my dream of publishing. Thank you

  He Spoke to Me

  Kahlani

  Kahlani, what in the hell are you doing?" I turned surprised to see my best friend Christina staring. Ducking my head, I leave her question unanswered and sneak another glance to my right. "Damn girl, you stare any harder, and you'll burn holes in the poor boy head." Giggling, she rolled her eyes and took a sip from her fizzy water. Waving at a guy who had just passed us, she turns back to me raising a brow.

  "Ugh, shut up Chrissy. Who’s staring?" Choking on her water, she turns her lips up at me.

  “Bitch, YOU are staring! And staring hard at that. Like damn girl. It’s a wonder that boy let alone the whole damn school don’t know how completely obsessed you are with him.” Reluctantly taking my eyes from the sexy specimen, in front of me, I pick up a fry swirling it into the ketchup on my plate.

  “I-I wasn’t staring. I was just observing him.”

  “That’s called staring Kay. Seriously if you don’t stop swirling a heart into your ketchup and eat!” Confiscating my fry, she dips into ketchup, holding it out to me. ”Here eat.” Accepting the offer, I eat the fry humming its praise. “I gotta tell you Kay, I don’t get it. He’s not even all that. Why are you so obsessed with him anyway?”

  I’m sure the whole school would feel the same way if they knew. Eating two more of my fries, I decided to ignore what she was saying like I always do and observe my future husband some more. Good Lord he was fine. I give her one thing though. It was a complete wonder she was the only one who knew of my mega crush on Conner O'Shea. I’ve loved him so long it’s crazy that it’s still a secret.

  Conner was one of those boys that stayed to himself at school. He also didn't rock name brand clothes like everyone else or go to parties. What’s more impressive is the facts he’s ranked number one, not only in our grade, but the entire school. He’s what most, if not all, people would call a nerd, and to put it short he wasn't popular. Like at all, but it was beyond me why he wasn’t. I’ve been watching him since he transferred into our school and I could see from the moment he sat next to me that he was legit. He radiated confidence but appeared, at least to me, to shrink his presence to make himself seem small and unnoticeable. It didn’t work on me though, because to me he shines bright. That’s going to be my husband!

  I didn't care that he wasn’t popular or that to everyone else he wasn’t ‘all that.’ No…to me Conner was my end all be all, and I wanted him…BAD. Peeking at him again, I forget my food, groaning when I see him turn the page of the book he was reading. How was he sexy just sitting there reading?

  I feel a pang of jealousy hit me hard. I wanted to be that book! The way he slowly licked his long sexy fingers and turned the page. Good Lord I need a fan. Still observing, I watched in awe as he takes his other hand running his it through his slightly long red hair. I feel my body flush with heat and goosebumps rise on my arms. Let the church say amen. Pining for him and watching him was my all time favorite hobby. One I pray to keep well into my old age.

  "Seriously Kahlani! You're doing it again. Girl get a friggin grip. Shit, I’m embarrassed for you." Listening to Christina whisper yell at me about not being inconspicuous about my hobby was probably the reason I hadn’t been caught. She always got me together when I got to far in my delusions. For real this time, I turn her way and poke my lip out feeling the urge to cry. "Oh hell no. Not ta-day you ain’t. Poke that wobbly ass lip back in Kay.You are not about to start crying to me AGAIN! I REFUSE ya here REFUSE!"

  "But Chrissy-"

  "Uh-uh, but Chrissy my ass. Girl you have been obsessing over that boy for 3 years now. I'm not trying to hear it anymore.” She puts her hand to her ears singing loud showing her seriousness. After a couple of seconds she purses her lips, removing her hands pointing them at me. “Look here Kahlani Yvette Edwards, you’re either going to go over there and talk to him or sit your brown booty right at this table and talk to me about something other and Conner figging O’Shea." Glaring at me she flips her long blonde hair over her shoulder smirking like she was the shit. I really pout now, looking back over to him.

  "What if he doesn't like me or thinks I'm ugly? I couldn't stand being rejected by him Chris. I'd die. Like no lie my heart would explode, and I’d just die." Grabbing my chest, I start hyperventilating at the simple thought of it. Conner had the ability to render me speechless just from walking past me. Though my dream has always been to talk to him but the mere thought made my stomach knot. I love him so much. I didn’t want it to end with a rejection. How would I recover? No scratch that. I wouldn’t. No guy to me, in my opinion, held a candle to Conner. I’d might as well throw in the towel and become a nun. Snorting, she grabs my uneaten fries and dips it in my heart shaped ketchup, messing it up. Plopping it into her mouth, she shrugs turning her blue eyes up my way.

  "You're kidding me right? You're literally the most popular girl in our school. Not to mention you’ve been voted the prettiest girl in our grade and everybody knows you and Jeremiah gonna win Prom King and Queen. Why the hell would hell would his lil nerdy ginger ass reject you?" She rolled her eyes over to him then brings them back to me. "Girl you bugging big time, any guy in this school would kill to be with you let alone go on a date with yo fine ass."

  "Seriously Chrissy, you gassin’ me up way to much!” Embarrassed, I smile her way. “I might be popular but you have the prettiest girl in the school title." I tell her shaking my head. "Besides-“ I point out. “- he could reject me because I'm not his type." I look over his way again my eyes taking in all his features for the probably the millionth time. From his red hair to his freckled white skin and serious face, his features were all comically dissimilar from me.

  “Yeah yeah tell that to the multiple year books with your name and picture posted under Prettiest girl, and the people who voted for you.” She smirked eating another fry making me feel better. My best friend was the shit for real. Sighing I place my hands on the picnic table wishing I could muster up the courage to just say hi. I guess Chrissy was tired of my moping though because she looked at me with annoyance.

  “Best friend you da baddest and everyone in this school knows it I’m sure his nerdy ass knows it too. You have to stop this downing yourself. You know it’s our senior year and If you don’t do something now you’ll never do it.” Shaking my head, I poke my lip out again, looking up at her through my lashes. “Ok! Fine you leave me no choice. If you don't get yo scary ass up and go just talk to that boy right now. I'm going to ask him out myself!" Ok now she was playing hard ball!

  Conner is mine!

  "You wouldn't." I gasp horrified.

  "Kay you and I both know I would." She looks at me pointedly and wipes her mouth with a napkin. Rummaging threw her purse she pulls out her secret weapon, Very Berry lip gloss. Oh no this bitch didn’t! I knew the power of that lip gloss. We’ve been using it since it came out on the market. Very Berry lip gloss, had your lips sitting right whenever you wore it. Seriously, the shit was better than botox.

  When she opened it and pulled the stick from it’s container my lips formed an O. Grabbing the lip gloss from her. I apply it on myself, and jump up from the table. Straightening my back, I fix my outfit and make sure my girls were sitting right. This is it. I might as well suck it up and do what I have to do, because once Chrissy sunk her teeth in him I knew it was all she wrote on my long term love.

  Taking a deep breath I pull a scared smile at my friend feeling it broaden a bit when I see she’s holding up a thumbs up.

  Ok Kahlani you can do this! You got this! S
etting my eyes on my target, I slowly I make my way over to his table. He always sat under the massive oak tree and read or text, surprisingly enough I’ve never seen him eat lunch. I feel my heart thumping in my chest the closer I get. Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants, I groan inwardly at how nervous I was. This was so scary. I've never spoken to Conner before. We were from completely different circles; he was in all honors classes where I was just getting by with Bs and Cs. I came from an upper middle class black family and I'm also an only child and... well no one knows much about Conner’s life. If I were to judge by clothes, which were neat and clean but basic in every aspect, I’d say he was middle class like me, but my dad was a hard worker and always spoiled me so I always rocked the latest. I wish I had that type of intel on him but I had nothing.

  That was one of the few things that drew me to him. He was a sexy mystery man. That pulled at me no one would dare cross him. He also gave off a dangerous vibe. When he walked the halls of the school, the crowds would immediately part and let him pass. It was like he owned the place. His presence was very commanding and powerful. Conner O’Shea made absolutely no sense and that’s why I needed to get close to him. He was simply yummy and low key…I loved it. I loved him!

  When I reach his table, I’m so shocked I actually came over. I don’t even know what else to do, so I just stand there. Ugh, this was so awkward…he doesn't look up or even stop writing. Hell, I don't even think he knows anyone is standing next to him. After about a minute of me just standing there I open my mouth determined to get him to at least look at me. That would be an accomplishment in itself!

  "Hi!" Oh God no! What the hell was that? Hi? Who said Hi anymore? I should have said what’s up or something. And what’s up with my voice? I was trying to sound cheerful but instead I sound out of breath and desperate. Inwardly I groan. Could I sound any worse?

  On a positive note I got his attention. Whoop whoop! I watch as his back stiffens his hand grips his pen tightly making his muscles bulge and the pen bend. NO DON'T DROOL YOU IDIOT! Those muscles! Where in the hell did they come from? Compose yourself! Breathe! In through the nose out through the mouth. In through the nose out through the mouth.

  Slowly, his bowed head lifts up and I'm greeted to his beautifully freckled face and moss green eyes. Thank you God I don’t even want that purse I asked my dad for. I’m ok with this miracle right here. Quickly, I let my eyes devour him before he sends me off with my tail between my legs.

  He was beautiful, gorgeous even! He is so out of my league, but I didn’t care. I want him. The more I looked the more I could see why people avoided him. There was something dangerous about him. Something killer. Something that put him years ahead of the boys in our high school.

  We just look at one another not saying anything, taking each other in. As eyes rake up and down my body slowly try to read him but I can’t. When I see and feel his eyes caress my lips I my heart flutters. Especially when I see a slight blush form on his cheeks. Licking them I smile tasting the Very berry lip gloss. I finally get another positive reaction from him. I watch his eyes widen slightly and his lips part. See something you like daddy?

  "Uhm Hi, again. My name is Kahlani, I was wondering if I could sit here with you?" His eyes were still on my lips but he looks up at what I’d said, raising a ginger eyebrow. After a few seconds pass he nods his head still eyeing me skeptically. I do my best to suppress a laugh at the fact I could figuratively see the question marks over his head. It was beyond obvious he had no clue why I was over here. Conner talked to no one. He was a loner and I think he liked it that way. Oh well daddy you need to make room for your wife now.

  Smiling wide that I got a smirk from him this time, I sit in front of him trying not to fidget. My heart hasn't stopped its pacing and my smile was permanently etched onto my face. I'm sure I look creepy but I can't help it. I'm sitting with CONNER! Oh God, I was going to pass out.

  "So uhm what are you working on?" I was being bold and nosy but it's his own fault. He's given me all types of ‘I want you vibes’ even if he hasn't said or done anything to warrant me feeling that way. He was looking at me hard enough to make me think it. I mean if I wanted to be technical about it sitting next to someone in kindergarten meant we go together. I think the same rules should apply here.

  "Home work." Ok Lord you can take me now. CONNER SPOKE TO ME! And he has an Irish accent oh my goodness I'm going to melt. I was melting and leaking. I need a change of panties now. I see a smile form on his sexy face rendering me speechless.

  "It’d be rude tu ignore yu right? Of course I spoke tu you, but I'm glad me accent is so appealing tu yu." My body was on fire. It was tingling down there. What was this feeling? Biting my lip I roll my eyes. Had I said that out loud? Now he all out chuckling making his pink lips look even more delectable, nodding.

  "Oh haha.” I'm so embarrassed I cover my face with my hands and groan out loud. ABORT! ABORT! MISSION ABORT! What in the hell was I thinking?

  "Dinna be embarrassed aye." I feel rough hands on mine removing them from my face. "Yer tu pretty tu be covering yer face." I look up to see him still smiling at me then I look down and see our hands connected.

  I was dreaming. I had to be. Bells were ringing in my head and my my skin felt flushed. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was at a complete and utter loss. This was going way better than I expected, and now I didn’t know what to do. Who knew I’d get this far? We are holding hands!

  "C-Conner I-." Closing my mouth, I look away to catch my bearings. I’m making a fool of myself. Stop it Kay show him you mean business! Starting over I breath in deep. "Thank you. I'm flattered you think I'm pretty." I feel my cheeks get hot and thank God and my parents for my Umber colored skin. I was so glad he couldn’t visibly see the effect he had on me. Who knew dark skin would come in clutch like this? I didn’t want to even imagine how red I’d be right now without it. He legit had my body on fire with just holding his hand. Goodness, what would it be like when we fu-. Clearing my throat I focus all of my energy on him. Bad Kahlani, bad!

  "So wat brings yu over here pretty one?" Now that he was talking more I could hear more of his accent. It was deep and reminded me of that famous Irish boxer my dad always talks about. Such a turn on.

  "I wanted to know if-" I was scared as hell. I stopped myself. I couldn't bring myself to even say it. If he told me no I'd die a thousand deaths. I've loved this man from afar so long I even had our future kid name planned out. Carter O’Shea! So adorable, I can’t wait!

  "Aye?" He seemed amused and curious by me being here. He seemed to genuinely want to know why I was here. Squeezing my hand giving me encouragement. I open my mouth to say what I’ve been want to say for three years.

  "I-I wanted to kn-know i-if you wanted to go out sometime?" I close my eyes tight waiting for the rejection I knew would come, but instead I hear nothing. Confused, I pop one eye open then the other to see Conner staring at me with wide eyes.

  "Ye… want tu go on a date wit me?" He pointed from me to himself looking distrustful. Turning around he looks to see if anyone is looking at us and I frown. What was he doing? Then it donned on me. Did he think I was playing a joke on him? Quickly I go to ease his doubt.

  "W-Well I mean if you don't want it to be a date it doesn't have to be." I rush out. "B-But I'd like it to be." I add just as quick. I look down at the bench we were sitting at for a second. This is so damn embarrassing. Looking back to him I see him looking me over, lips slightly pursed eyebrows furrowed. His moss green eyes seemed to shine as if looking for deception, in not only my words but me as well.

  I didn't know if he saw it but for him I wore my heart on my sleeve. He was all I thought about all I wanted. All my previous relationships had failed because in comparison to him they lacked in every way possible. I just knew deep down in my heart we were supposed to be together. Conner didn’t know it but he was indeed mine.

  "Well pretty one looks like yu got yerself a date. Tomorrow I'll pick yu up at yer place be ready at 7:30p.m aye?" I didn’t have time to process what he said at all. All I heard was date and 7:30p.m. Nodding quickly I watch him shake his head with a smirk. Standing as he packed his text book, I come out of my trance enough to catch a glimpse of the book he was reading. A Million Ways to Murder. Hmmm never thought he’d be into murder mysteries. "See yuh tomorrow Beauty." After he walks off, leaving me stunned, dazed, and happy, so much so I don’t remember, how I even got over to Chrissy.