The Kiss of Yellow

By DeAndre' West

"Tortured by a corrupt past, and blinded by the forced hands of love, Yellow finally gets her chance to feel what true love is and will do whatever it takes to get her "boyfriend" to see that she is the only one for him."

• Language: English
• Publisher: DeAndre' West
• Release date: Feb 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781087868806

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Copyright © 2019 by DeAndre’ West

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Publisher's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is entirely coincidental.

The Kiss Of Yellow/ DeAndre’ West. -- 1st ed.

978-0-359-23792-0

Hi Priest

As he entered his office and locked the door, Father Donavon was taken back by a figured standing in the shadows of his office.

With his voice shaking, he pushed out, May I help you?

The figure remained silent.

It’s Wednesday night. We’ve already studied the word for the night. Is there something you need help with? he asked as he slowly walked closer to the figure.

A seductive voice answered and gave Father Donavon chills.

Romans 12:19.

Father Donavon gulped and asked, Romans 12:19? Are you lost, my child?

Father Donavon continued to make his way towards the figure in the shadow slowly.

Romans 12:19, the figure seductively repeated.

Show yourself! Father Donavon demanded.

A moment of silence cleared the room as the figure slowly walked from the shadow draped in a sheer red curtain with a Venetian mask covering her mouth, showing only her eyes. In her hands were six white long stem roses.

In the distance, the fireplace was cracking as it slowly burned the wood.

A Temptress! he shockingly said as he backed away.

She silently pointed at his chair.

He froze as she continued to point at the chair.

Her voice hit like thunder as she yelled, Now!

As he sat down, she followed him with nothing but her head.

What do you want from me? he asked.

She turned, stood before him, took a power drill out of her robe, and dropped it to the floor, exposing her slender yet busty frame. Wearing red lingerie and long red lace gloves, the temptress began to slowly climb onto Father Donavon’s lap as she placed the drill on his desk.

Ma'am, please, I am the priest of this church and a man of the Lord. I don't know who you are, and I haven't seen your face; you can walk out of here and still hold your place in heaven. He pleaded.

She took her mask off and exposed her face.

Yellow! he said in shock.

She began grinding on Father Donavon’s lap as she rubbed the roses across the top of his head and forced his head between her breast.

He struggled but was able to get himself free from her grasp.

What is it that you want? he demanded.

She grabbed the power drill and whispered in his ear Romans 12:19 while continuing to grind on his lap slowly.

Father Donavon began to stutter, Yes, yes, Romans 12:19. I know it.

She climbed from his lap, placed the roses on the desk, slowly walked over to her robe, and pulled out a rope. Recite it to me, Father.

Recite what? he nervously asked

Romans 12:19! she yelled as she turned around.

His voice began to shake as he recited the verse.

Yes, Ro…Romans 12:19. Do not take revenge, my dear, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay’ says the Lord.

Again, she whispered as she walked behind him and tied his hands to the chair.

He began to sweat and cry, What do you want from me?

She struck him across the face.

Don’t question me! she demanded.

Now, again!

Romans 12:19. Do not take revenge, my dear, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay’ says the Lord. he calmly repeated.

Taking in a deep breath, Yellow grabbed the power drill from the desk.

Why are you doing this, Yellow?

Jayson…yes, Jayson, your son. She said as she pulled the trigger on the drill.

I…I’m afraid I don’t understand. He quickly said.

Unfortunately, your son stands in the way of my life with my fiancé, and I can no longer sit idly by while this happens.

He began crying and stammering over his answer.

I…I…what does Romans 12:19 have to do with anything he questioned.

Why the fuck do you keep questioning me, Father?! You are in no position to question anything right now. As a matter of fact, let me fix that.

Yellow untied his tied and jammed it in his mouth.

"Father Donavon, my fiancé; your son's best friend, called me a creep today because your son has put in his mind that I am crazy, no, no, no, I am not crazy. I am in love; there is a difference, you know. A