by Kizzie Hayes
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The White Whispers
Menage African American Romance
By: Kizzie Hayes
Table of Contents
The White Whispers
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Bonus Stories
CROSSROAD
Hunter in the Flight
Completely Yours
Therapy of Love
The Wealth Touchdown
WE WERE THREE
Jasmine Life is Hip Love is a Gift
Kiss of Tomorrow
Shifters Mountain
Aileen
Immortal Souls
Forever
Skin-Walker
Endless Love
The Rising Star
Sharing Seals
THE ROMANTIC ESCAPADE
The Peace Treaty
Kissing a Scoundrel
THE KINKY PROPOSAL
Hear Them Roar
THE HEALING HEART
The Double Tale
The Hiding
Dimensional Love
The Ranch of New Dreams
A Soldier’s Love
KIKI Woods
Her Highland Love
Muse
Hearts of Dust
Sharing Seals
The Thrill
Strange and Beautiful
Bound by the Bronco
Seduced by the Countryside
Laws of Passion
Going Full Circle
The Kindergarten Teacher
The Moonlit Guardians
Interview with an Alien
Werebear in the Woods
When Gods Die
Luck Out
The White Whispers
Description
Morgan is divorced, newly single and looking for a new start. Atlanta is calling her name. She’s not really expecting anything, but when a man catches her attention she’s looking for a little more than eye candy. Luckily, he seems to have the same idea. One night down in Atlanta and she already has a date. Things are definitely looking up.
It’s not long until another guy inturrupts her day. He’s different, but her smile catches his eye. And her tight dress catches his. Morgan decides she doesn’t mind having two men on the hook. It’s a lot more attention than she’s been getting lately.
But she can only date one man at a time, right? And the first date seems to go perfectly. So why doesn’t he call her days later? Maybe Atlanta isn’t so lucky after all.
It’s not long until a twist of fate puts Morgan into a situation she never expected. But it’s just like the saying goes: two are definitely better than one.
Chapter 1
Morgan breathed deeply as she took the next ramp off the highway.
“Your final destination is on the right,” the GPS chirped in its female, monotone voice. Morgan leaned over the steering wheel, anxious to have the first peek.
The apartment complex looked just like the pictures. That was a relief. Plus, all of the reviews had been good. The tenant references she’d asked for only had positive things to say. As soon as she rolled through the manned gates, she took a deep breath. She felt satisfied. She felt safe.
She felt like she was at home.
Her new apartment was on the second floor of building F-2. She managed to snag a prime parking location near the entrance, with enough space for the U-Haul trailing behind her Camry.
Morgan sighed with relief as she got out of the car, her feet hitting solid ground for the first time in five hours. In fact, they were hitting solid ground for the first time in months. She finally had a plan. She knew what she was doing. She had a place of her own and she wasn’t going back. After her brutal divorce, she’d never rely on a man again. Never.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun.
Speaking of fun… Morgan got her first taste of it as she slowly looked over to her right.
She couldn’t help it. He caught her eye. Atlanta in the summer was hot already but right now she was feeling absolutely overheated.
The sun glistened off the damp, round top of his bald head. But that wasn’t the only thing about him that was bare. With his shirt off, she could fully appreciate the way his bicep bulged each time he swung them forward, his arms matching the stride of his powerful legs. She didn’t know how anyone could run in this kind of heat but she definitely appreciated it. His skin was dark, obviously the result of a lot of outdoor activity and he looked just as delicious as a chocolate-dipped waffle cone.
She wanted to lick him right up.
Sweat dripped down the center of his chiseled chest, his pecs popping, skin stretched tight, so shiny and lean. She could count each rectangle of his ripped abs. He was beyond a six-pack. Morgan would have counted but he was passing her by so all she could see was his back, a chiseled view of his back muscles rippling and his ass tightening under his shorts as his legs powered him forward.
Morgan let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding as soon as he was out of sight. Damn, that was a fine-looking man. It had been way too long. But that didn’t mean she was dead inside. She had to remind herself of that.
The U-Haul wasn’t going to unpack itself. She walked around to the back and unlatched the door, pushing it up with a groan. Her life was in the back of that truck. She tried not to think about that too much. It was kind of pathetic to be reduced to a couple dozen boxes.
“I wouldn’t park there.”
Morgan nearly jumped out of her skin as she spun around. Then she gasped. The chocolate-dipped waffle man was no longer running. He was standing right in front of her, sweat drops making random zig-zag patterns over his tight muscles.
“That’s Mr. Meyer’s spot,” the man said. He had a deep voice that made a pleasurable shiver run down her spine. “He gets really upset when someone parks there. He’ll probably have you towed.”
“I don’t see a sign,” Morgan stuttered. Last time she checked she could read. There was nothing in the lease about assigned parking spaces.
The man chuckled. “It’s sort of an unofficial thing. I’m warning you about it because I’m a nice guy. Please excuse the face I’m half naked right now.”
“Oh that’s not a problem for me,” Morgan said. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth. Did she really just say that out loud?
But the man only laughed. The cocky smile on his face told her that he knew exactly what she was talking about.
“I’m Devon,” he said. He held out his hand. He really was a gentleman. “Sorry, I’m a bit sweaty.”
Morgan grabbed his hand. It was a new start. She could be bold.
“Morgan,” she said.
“Well, Morgan,” Devon said, with a smile. �
�Where are you moving from?”
“North Carolina,” she said. “I just drove eight hours.”
“Wow.” Devon paused for a moment. It seems like he was sizing her up. “And who’s helping you unpack, Ms. Morgan? I don’t see you husband.”
“That’s because I divorced him and left him there.” The words had never come out so easily before. She really was being bold.
“Well then.” Devon went back to that smirk. It looked good on him. “It looks like you might need my help.”
“I can handle it,” Morgan said, but it was mostly for show. Devon stepped up to the back of the truck and pulled her heavy box of pots and pans into his arms with ease. Once again, Morgan got to enjoy the view.
“We’re a very friendly community around here,” Devon said. “You’ll see.”
Morgan wasn’t about to argue. Despite all the sweat, he even smelled good. She slid a little closer as she reached for a box of her own. She had to remember that the whole point of moving was to be independent. She wasn’t going to let the first hot, dark-skinned man that grabbed her box derail her plans.
“If I show you to my place,” she said, looking up at him. He was tall. She only came up to his shoulder. “I better not regret it.”
“I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Devon said. He fell in step right beside her, despite those long, toned legs. When they reached the property's entrance he stepped forward and balanced the box on one hand as he opened the front door.
She climbed up the single flight of stairs, following Devon and his bouncing ass. But once she got up here, she led him down the short hallway to her apartment, F-278.
“This is me,” she said, fishing out her brand new key once again to let them in.
The apartment was empty but flawless, and just like the picture. It smelled like fresh paint and Febreeze. The large bay windows overlooking the courtyard flooded the room with light. She instantly fell in love.
“Should I put these in the kitchen?” Devon asked, deep voice rumbling behind her. She turned to watch him put the box up on one of the counters.
“You know you have very neat handwriting,” Devon said. He was studying the box. Then he looked at her. “I know it’s strange, but nice hand-writing always does something for me. And it’s obvious from looking at you that you are a very good looking lady. Forgive me if I’m being too forward but would you mind if I took you out sometime? Show you around Atlanta? I know all the hot spots.”
This time Morgan had the smirk on her face. And she wasn’t embarrassed when she said exactly what was on her mind.
“I thought you would never ask.”
Chapter 2
Morgan shuddered as she got out of her Camry. She still wasn’t used to eight-lane highways. The crazy traffic in Atlanta set her on edge, especially after a long day at work. Then something furry brushed up against her leg.
She screamed.
“Bingo!” someone said. “Get back here.” He was hurrying forward as Morgan backed up into her car. When she dared to look down she saw a happy golden retriever wagging his tail and grinning up at her.
“Bingo…” Now she could see who was scolding the man. He was dressed in a polo shirt and nice slacks, like he’d just gotten off from work. The leash was in his hand but he wasn’t connected to the dog. He had curly dark hair that framed his face, light brown skin and a smile that made her feel instantly relaxed, even if her heart was still somewhere up in her throat.
“Sorry about that,” the man said. “Sometimes he just gets away from me.”
“You should probably do something about that,” Morgan sputtered out. She didn’t really mean for it to come out that way but there it was. The dog continued to stare up at her like she was made out of Milkbones or something.
“Yeah, I tried obedience school but they kicked us out.” The man continued to smile. She had to admit that it was charming.
“I’ve never known a doggy delinquent,” Morgan said, swallowing to push her heart back down to her chest where it belonged.
“Well, meet Bingo.” He gestured down to the dog who barked when it heard it’s name. “And I’m Darren. On behalf of both of us, we’re happy to meet you. And… sorry.”
Morgan let a smile creep across her face. Okay, she was feeling a bit better. It was hard to feel scared when he was smiling at her like that.
“So did your kid name him or something?” She asked, glancing at the dog. “Bingo?”
Darren laughed. “I get that a lot. But nope, no kids or anything. Hard to believe, right?”
Morgan didn’t say anything but she was right. A man around her age with no kids? Did that mean he was single too?
“So you chose Bingo…” Morgan said, slowly. He was cute but that was definitely a point against him. Despite how well he was dressed, the man obviously had zero taste.
“No, Bingo was his name at the shelter. After I adopted him, he was so used to it I just decided to roll with it,” Darren said with a chuckle. “Now I get to have this conversation about his name nearly every day. But I love him so he’s worth the sacrifice.”
Morgan usually wasn’t a hearts, flowers, and sensitive men type of woman but she couldn’t help it when his story warmed her heart a little. Bingo jumped up to nudge her hand with his damp nose. She ran a hand over the dog’s silky head.
“He likes you,” Darren said. “Bingo usually has good taste.”
Morgan tried not to look too flattered. “Is that why you let him off the leash? So he can find a woman for you to flirt with?”
Darren didn’t seem to be flustered. “No, it’s just an unexpected bonus.”
Morgan didn’t bother to hide the smile on her face. After all, she told herself, she was going to be bold.
“You live around here?” she asked, sweeping a hand across the parking lot. After the first day she’d found her own parking spot, close to her building but far from Mr. Meyers.
“Yeah, I do.” Darren pointed at a building across from her own. “Over there. First thing I do when I get home is take Bingo out. He’s right there waiting for me.”
“Maybe one day when you come home second thing you can do is get a drink with me?” Morgan raised her eyebrows. Darren didn’t even look surprised.
“I think that could be arranged,” he said.
Morgan let herself inside her apartment and immediately took off her shoes and her bra, dropping it on the floor right near the front door. She had a new number in her phone. That was going to be her main activity in Atlanta. Collecting phone numbers, putting herself out there again.
It was honestly easier than she thought. She really was ready for this.
But for now she had to get ready for her date.
Devon told her to meet him at the restaurant at eight. She liked that. It gave her a chance to exert her independence, show him that she was worth putting in the effort if he wanted her to go home with him that evening.
But since they lived in the same apartment complex it would still be easy for her to jump his bones at the end of the night.
Her dress was classy, and tight in all the right places. She wore her best pair of heels, the tallest that she only wore when it was really worth it. Her hair spilled in carefully shaped waves over her shoulders. To this day she had to tell everyone it was not a weave, it was the wonderful hair she was blessed with.
Deep wine colored lipstick, mascara that had her eyelashes on point. She hadn’t felt this beautiful in a while. No, more than beautiful. Gorgeous.
She wasn’t ready until seven fourty-five but that was okay. A woman like her was worth waiting for.
Morgan grabbed her purse and tapped out a quick text to say she was on her way before she threw it inside. The tall heels meant she needed to be careful. No rushing down the stairs.
She stepped elegantly outside onto the concrete sidewalk. Just before she got to her car she heard a low whistle behind her.
Morgan turned around slowly. Darren was smiling at her. This time he w
as without the dog.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes doing a slow, lavish sweep of her body and her curves. She stood there and let him. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Like what you see?” Morgan asked. She was feel sexy and she wanted to show off.
“Yeah,” Darren said. “And jealous of whoever’s going to see you like that tonight.”
“Well, you just did,” Morgan said. “So you should be jealous of yourself.”
Darren chuckled. “It seems like date night. My roommate is out right now. My big plans involved me, Bingo and cable TV.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Morgan started walking to her car again, tossing her parting words over her shoulder. “You might get your turn later.”
Morgan’s heart was beating faster as she backed out of her parking space. Driving two men wild on the same night? Now that was her idea of a good time.
Chapter 3
Morgan walked into the elegant restaurant, looking around at the muted romantic lighting and the looming golden chandelier above in awe. She hadn’t been to this place before but that wasn’t surprising. She hadn’t been to most places in Atlanta. Devon said this place was special.
“Excuse me,” the hostess up front said, looking at her. “Are you Morgan Johnson?”
Morgan nodded, curious to how this woman even knew her name. The hostess nodded and gestured her for the follow. Morgan’s heels clicked hollowly against the perfectly buffed wooden floor. They passed a large bar, full of top shelf liquors and bartenders in suits that nodded at her as she passed. The restaurant was full of small, intimate tables, couples bent towards each other over candlelight. The whole scene made Morgan’s heart pound just a little faster. But the hostess kept walking, all the way towards the back. At first, she thought they were walking to the dark corridor that housed the restrooms but the hostess veered to the left. There was an entryway partitioned off by exotic hanging beads. The hostess pushed them aside.
Devon was there waiting for her.
“Oh,” Morgan said. She had a dumb smile on her face and her cheeks were burning. “So dramatic.”
