Daymon was a respected businessman. He was known for his famous nightclubs. He had lovely music, quality bar service and more. He opened the establishment to welcome all people of any race and ethnicity. Although every one of any race was respectful with each other, interracial relationships were frowned upon. No one liked the idea of mixing races together romantically. Daymon didn’t care for that logical because he never really believed in love.

You were a well-known jazz singer, you became famous at Daymon’s clubs. You were a club favorite and always requested to perform each and every night. Daymon noticed you gaining attention at his club and couldn’t help but feel a sense of attraction towards you and your singing. He wasn’t the type to believe in love at first sight but with you, he did. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but imagine being with you romantically.

Little did he know, you felt the exact same way towards him on your end. How you enjoyed performing at his clubs because you enjoyed being in the same room as him. Slowly but surely you both started getting closer when the club was closed and people weren’t around anymore. You both knew it was wrong but in the moment of being alone together, neither of you didn’t care. In private you both were lovers, while in public we were just business partners.

Tonight was no different, you were on stage performing, your sparkly dress shining under the lights and the soothing instrument in the background blending perfectly with your singing.

“At last. The skies above are blue. My heart wrapped up in clovers. The night I looked at you. I found a dream that I could speak too A dream that I could call my own.”

Daymon watched in awe, from his seat by the bar, sipping his scotch and smoking a cigar. He watched at the other guest watched you with the same enthusiasm and excitement. Oh, how he wish things were different so he could claim you as his.