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[Nadia Swiftar]

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The night was quiet just as Brianha liked it. The gentlemen’s club was near to a point of opening but still not quite ready. Promising Arabella she would oversee the finishing touches she stood behind the bar wiping it down looking around to see what small details were left. In Brianhas preoccupation with her task the door was left unlocked. Her thoughts were occupied by the turn in her life. Finally she was beginning to stand on her feet again, the pain subsided more and more and although she would always love him she knew she must move on for her own sake and for her children. She could not seclude herself and shrivel up from the loneliness and anger. A soft smile formed on her lips as she thought of him now… there was only fondness for his memory.
‘you stubborn man” she said to the air with a smile.. “even after death you are a ladies man” she looked up into the air shaking her head but with amusement. His hold on her heart would always be there but she needed to make room for her heart to allow love and companionship again.. “a scary thought” she mused to herself as she continued wiping the bar.
Deep in her thoughts it took her a moment to realize someone had entered the establishment. She looked up and slightly cursed her late husband… what did he do send someone down to torture her? He was very attractive and she felt that small skip in her heartbeat.. something she had not felt for a very long time. She could tell by looking at him the ladies fell at his feet .. just by the air in which he carried himself.. oh he was a cocky one alright. “Curse you” she said softly to noone with a grin.. but inside she wanted the challenge again.. it was a reason to move on and remember who she was.
Putting on a coy smile she casually began the banter and he was.. just as she suspected .. a master in the art… and so it began.. she was alive again.