It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Financier and the Sweetheart, Campo Royale #4, releasing in February 2023.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“Sorry baby, I was paying some bills,” I replied, crossing one leg over the other as she pulled a frying pan out of the dishwasher and set into making something delicious.
Paying? More like trying to decide how to rob Peter to pay Paul girl.
Preach.
“It’s fine. I know you closed last night. Was it busy?” Laila asked as she rattled around in the fridge looking for ingredients. “You know if you let me get a job—”
“Nope, we have discussed this until we’re both blue in the face,” I answered immediately. I heard her sigh all the way over here, and that’s saying something the way the damn hot water heater rattled behind the wall.
Lord, please bless that water heater and whatever part inside it that’s clattering so damn loudly. Oh, sorry about the damn. Hally-Loo to quote Shangela.
“At least let me get a job while I’m on summer break,” she said, turning in her old chair on a dime to give me that hangdog look she had perfected so well over the years. “It would really help us financially.”
“We’re just fine financially,” I lied like that old rug in the hallway. It was a gritty lie too, kind of like the runner. Probably mouse-chewed too. Someone should beat that rug but who had the time? Probably if I did take it to the line in our little backyard it would fall apart at the first whack. I could relate. “I want you to focus on your summer courses. Imagine you being able to graduate early! You’re the first child in this family to have ever completed their studies and earned a degree.”
“I’ve not graduated yet,” she replied as she always did. As if her earning that degree in political science wasn’t a given. My little jewel might be a diplomat someday! Imagine that. Travelling to visit her in some beautiful foreign county. I sighed internally. I’d always wanted to see the world. And I had just gotten a taste of international travel before heading off to attend King University in Tennessee. Thanks to a little graduation gift from my granny I’d flown to France. It had been one hell of a summer. I’d learned so much about myself. Too much as it turned out…
Wow. You’ve got me intrigued and guessing. Well done.
I love their banter as they discuss her getting a job. And the imagery is amazing. Great job!
Enjoyed the rug line and great use of the prompt!
Nice cliffhanger! Now I need to know what he’s talking about, though I have a guess. Great family banter. Great job!