Destined to Love - BWWM Sports Romance

By Grace Rawson

Kathleen Jones had never believed in love at first sight. That is, until she meets Michael Lennard. Michael is a star player on a major league football team who was only supposed to be in Kathleen's city for a couple of weeks to play in a big game. Neither of them expected to fall in love, but when Michael sees Kathleen working, he just can't let her pass him by. Michael is used to the groupies on the road; he has never met a woman like Kathleen. An unlikely pair, they somehow find love anyway. The romance blossoms faster than they anticipated, and soon they are faced with a dilemma as Michael prepares to leave her city. Will this love affair dissipate faster than it began? Or can it thrive?

**A standalone short story, with no cliffhangers.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: BWWM Interracial Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386683728

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Destined to Love

Chapter 1

Music blared from the small speakers of my cell phone to let me know that it was time to wake up. I groaned, eyes still closed, saddened that it was time to start the day already.  Morning had come too soon and I was exhausted from working hard all week. I reached over to grab my phone off of the bedside table and turned off my alarm. I sat up and reviewed the early world through sleepy eyes.

Ugh! I groaned, falling backwards onto the bed to stare up at my ceiling. Now was not the time for an existential crisis. I had to start getting ready for work. I climbed off my air mattress and walked the few steps to my closet where my robe was hanging from a hook on the closet door. I wrapped myself in my fluffy sky blue robe and slipped into the matching slippers. On the top shelf of my closet, I had a little basket that contained toiletries and some cleaning supplies. I grabbed my keys, my towel and the basket and exited my room, pulling my locked door closed behind me.

This early in the morning, the rooming house was far from quiet. I could hear kids screaming while mothers yelled as they fought to get ready for the day. I headed towards the bathroom that I shared with the other tenants on this floor, and whomever else happened to be here. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom. I tried to wake up early enough to avoid having to wait in line to use the bathroom but the school season had just begun and the other tenants were waking up much earlier than they had over the summer. I closed and locked the bathroom door behind me, placing my basket on the counter and hanging up my towel on one of two hooks attached to the bathroom door. Inside of the basket, I had a pair of flip flops. I slipped out of my slippers and into my flip flops, removing my robe and hanging it from the other hook. Using bathroom cleaning supplies that I kept inside of my basket, I quickly but thoroughly cleaned the bathtub. When I was satisfied, I turned on the shower and climbed inside, careful not to wet my hair.

Once I was clean, I climbed out of the shower, slipped back into my slippers and robe, and with my basket of supplies and towel in tow, returned to my room. I unlocked the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind me. I had left my space heater on and the room was nice and toasty. Hanging up in my closet was my housekeeping uniform: black pants and a black top, plain and inconspicuous. I moisturized my freshly cleaned skin with coconut oil before putting on a pair of panties, bra, and socks; all black. I quickly got dressed and pulled my long, honey blonde dreadlocks down and back into a low bun.

After I was dressed, I took the basket back into the bathroom. The basket contained two toothbrushes, one to brush my teeth with and another to lay down my baby hairs with. I brushed my teeth first and then, using some hair gel, slicked down my baby hairs. When I felt that my edges were laid to perfection, I returned to my room. I briefly peered through one of the two windows in my room and determined that it was not yet cool enough for a coat, and settled on my favorite black hooded sweater. Once I had everything I needed in my purse, I locked up my room and headed out of the house.

It was a warm, sunny autumn day with a cool breeze. The leaves were dazzling in shades of golden orange, scarlet, and some still green. The hotel where I worked was not far from where I lived, so every day, I walked to and from work. On weekdays, housekeepers were scheduled to be at work by 8 o’clock in the morning. After a ten minute walk, and a quick stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for a bagel and an orange juice, I arrived at work by 7:15. Sitting alone in the employee cafeteria,