(completed short story) Waiting for freedom

Graham.

"Graham, Lindsey will be here later on tonight." My mother's voice rang through the phone.

"And, why is that?"

"Because honey you know that your father wants you two, to reconcile." She says with a little uncertainty in her voice.

"Mother he does not chose whether me or that versatile women have any type of reconciliation, I'm sorry mother it's just not happening." I sigh.

"Well, son don't stress your self okay? Is everything well with your new assistant?" She questions just as my beautiful sister walks into my office, red hair and all.

"She hasn't gotten here yet mother, she should be on her way." I respond.

Natalie walks over and snatches the phone from my hand,"Hello mom." Her voice sings, her country accent loud and pitchy.

My phone makes a pinging sound notifying me that I have a message, from no other than Lindsey. She's a manipulator and vindictive. Oh, sure there was a time where I loved her and would have given her everything her heart desired, but instead she wanted to mess around on me and get pregnant with a kid that's not mine.

"Ok mom see you soon." Natalie says, hanging up the phone.

I sit back in my office chair and watch my sister bounce to another seat in my office.

"I'm sure you know that the witch is coming to the party tonight." She says.

I nod,"I'm fully aware."

"Well bring a date Graham. You can't, be single all the time while she parades around with a new suitor. Every time she comes around" Natalie says, playing with the pens I have on my desk in a silver cup.

I sigh frustrated and run my fingers through my blond hair.

"And, who would I bring?"

Natalie shrugs and smiles,"I don't know but-"

She's cut off when there's a light tap on my door,"Come in." I shout.

The door opens and all I see is a white skirt and a purse fall onto the floor, quickly being the gentleman that I am I hop up and pick it up for her. The smell of her honeysuckle perfume filled my nose, it was a delightful smell. I used to buy it for Lindsey, ironic huh?

This women had the most beautiful pair of chocolate legs I ever seen on a women. Her hair blocked her face but I could feel the heat radiating off of her, my heart beat faster in my chest.

"Here you go." I say softly.

"Thank you." She said lowly.

The moment her hand touched mine is the moment my breath hitched, and my eyes finally locked with hers. Its like staring into a pair of eyes I've known almost, all my life.

"I'm Graham, Graham Holmes." I say with an outstretched hand.

"Well then your the guy I'm looking for, I'm Kyrie Monroe." She says taking my hand.

My heart was beating at an uneven space, I was left standing here grinning like a damn idiot. Why do I feel connected to this girl?

Natalie clears her throat behind me.

"Please forgive my rudeness take a seat, Ms. Monroe. This is my sister Natalie." I say returning back to my seat behind my desk.

"You look familiar..." Natalie says, staring into Kyrie's eyes.

"Really? Maybe I have one of those faces." She laughed.

God her laugh.

Natalie shook her head,"No...No, Its like I've seen your face somewhere, like... like a book or something. You sure, you have never done modeling?"

Kyrie shakes her head,"No ma'am."

"Oh gosh ma'am is my mama. Its just Natalie."

Its silent for a second, except for Natalie's uncomfortable gaze that she held for a long while on Kyrie until she said something.

"Where you from?" Natalie questions in her country accent.

"I'm from here." Kyrie answers.

"Really?? Did we go to school together?"

"No, I moved to New York with my father when I was four."

"Whose your mama?"

Damn, Natalie is interrogating this girl. Good thing Kyrie didn't look intimidated.

"Lorraine-"

"Your Lorraine's daughter good golly , your Troy's little sister."

I roll my eyes, Kyrie looked over at me."Um yes Troy is my brother."

"Girl, my mama loves your nona's cream apple pie, got the whole county fat every holiday. My papa, don't really like colored folk that much. But, I do and especially Graham over there...geez I really can't get over how familiar you look Kyrie."Natalie rambles.

"I'm sorry." Kyrie says forcing a smile on her face.

"Don't be sorry honey pie your as cute as a button. Are you here for the assistants job?"

"Yes I am." Kyrie smiles.

That's when I speak up,"We've been waiting quite a while for you. I can't wait to get hands on with you." I smile.

I mentally face palm myself. I cant wait to get hands on with you? I look at Natalie whose pretending to scratch her ear. I really am making an ass out of myself, That's when Kyrie laughs.

"Well sir I will be glad to be hands on with you too." She says with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"While your here, here's your work schedule. All my appointments I won't always make it in time to do. So I'd like for you to give all maternal patients a sonogram, check their blood pressure. Preeclampsia and Anemia are very common for pregnant women to have but I'll let you get situated before we get into all of that, also my family is having a little get tog-"

"My parents are hosting a masquerade party the men will be in exquisite suits and the women very sultry dresses, my poor grandmother almost had an heart attack when a woman came with one of her nipples out. Nothing to inappropriate, it is after all still a ball and we but I most importantly would want you to come." Natalie smiles,"You can bring Troy."

I look at Kyrie with raised eyebrows praying that her answer will be yes.

"Sure, why not" she chuckles.

I stand up and stretch my hand out, Kyrie takes my hand and instantly in the moment that our skin connects we locked eyes once more, I started to sweat on the top of my lip, my joints tightened, my heart starting beating in an uneven pace, and it sounded like almost immediately both of our breathes hitched in our throats. The connection we both have sent be into oblivion, I forget almost entirely Natalie was even in the room until Kyrie let go of my hand. I finally let go of the breath I wasn't even sure I was holding.

"See you at 8." Natalie waves.

When Kyrie exits Natalie turns to me.

"Wow, what the hell was that?"

I run my fingers through my brown/red hair and shrug,"I have no idea."

"She looks so familiar, I just...don't know where." Natalie remarks.

I sit back in my chair and look up into the sky wishing for the boner that I have will cease. What is it about Kyrie Monroe that makes me what to chase her, to the depth of this world.