When Candace looks in the mirror at her reflection, she sees what other people think of her. Having for so many years been ridiculed for her weight issues and hearing people tell her she’s not pretty, this is the ugly truth about herself that she accepts. What she never expects is to find love with someone who sees her in a different way.
Fisher, a blind, honorably discharged ex-marine, confesses his love to her. As much as she has longed for the attention of this handsome man, she worries that when he touches her, he’ll find out what others see and reject her. What she learns from him is that love is more than visual attraction. He sees her in different ways, not only encouraging her to see the truth about herself, but also the truth of others in her life.
The truth isn’t always ugly. At times it’s beautiful.
PUBLISHER NOTE: Contemporary, Inspirational, Rubenesque, M/F Romance. 10,500 words.
Michael covered his mouth, attempting a few times to say something, but nothing came out. He kept shaking his head while tapping his fingers on the red, white, and green checkered tablecloth.
“Relax, no one else has seen this,” Candace confessed calmly. “I’d like to say this is the first time something like this has happened to me, but I don’t feel like lying tonight.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled finally through his hand.
“I’m not interested in your apology. And don’t worry about my feelings. I’ve grown a pretty thick skin when it comes to jerks like you.”
“I should go.”
“Not yet. I’m not done with you. Sit still,” she insisted. “You and I are both going to do each other a favor.”
“What do you mean?”
“Those bitches at work think I’m a fat virgin. You’re gonna help me change their minds. I’d rather be a fat slut to them. They’ll still treat me like shit, but they’ll never date an asshole like you once they find out you’ll screw anything.”
“Why would you want them to think of you as a slut?”
“For a woman like me, being a virgin means no one wants me. Being a slut means I’m at least willing to be used.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No, I’m a slut.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“I don’t care what you believe. My feelings mean nothing to you. Don’t try to convince me otherwise. You’d just be wasting your time.”
“What if I refuse to go along with you?”
“Then this video gets sent to human resources and you and your friends will be thrown out on the street with the rest of the trash.”
Michael shifted in his seat, clearly anxious to leave.
“Trust me. It’s a win for you. You get to keep all the money and have the bragging rights of taking a fat girl’s virginity.” From inside her purse, Candace pulled out red panties and tossed it to him. He quickly brushed it off the table, into his lap, as he looked around nervously. “Come Monday afternoon, after you’ve bragged to everyone about our wild night, I’ll delete the video. Do we have a deal?”
“I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t. I don’t really care either way. So I’ll ask you again. Do we have a deal?”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, swallowing hard. Candace stood up and was about to leave, but stopped. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“You might want to jerk off on those, even tear them a little. Otherwise, the guys might think you bought them at the store and are just trying to pull a fast one.” She kissed his cheek, leaving traces of her lip gloss. “Take a selfie with that.” Turning to walk away, she never once looked back at him. He wasn’t worth the effort.