MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) by Sabrina Sims McAfee

Author:Sabrina Sims McAfee [McAfee, Sabrina Sims]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: McAfee Publications & Entertainment
Published: 2015-02-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Noise filled the Ocean Coast Group care facility, about thirty minutes away from Hilton Head, in a small town called Beaufort. Inside the facility near Paris Island, Zeke sat at a table tutoring a high school teenager by the name of Jaheem Parker. Using his fingers to count, Jaheem reworked the math problems on the test he’d failed.

Elbow on table, Zeke stared at the handsome African American kid with a mini afro. Handsome young fellow. Zeke stated, “Why don’t you try using mental math, like I showed you on Monday?”

Sixteen-year-old Jaheem sucked his teeth. “Man, after the day I had in school, my mental ability is shot to fucking hell.”

Zeke’s brows dipped into an affronted frown. “Hey, watch your language. Use better words when you talk to me.”

Jaheem’s lips turned under, his eyes rounded with regret. “Sorry, Mr. Balfour. I promise I’m going to work on my language. Okay?”

He looks like he’s really sorry. “All right. I hear you. I told you, you can call me Zeke.”

Holding the tip of his pencil to his math paper, Jaheem nodded. “You come here all the time, Zeke. You tutor me, and you come to my basketball games. Why are you so nice to me?”

Warmth filled Zeke’s heart as he looked at Jaheem. “Because you deserve it. You’re a good kid, Jaheem.”

Fingers spread out before his face, Jaheem kept counting his fingers. “Don’t nobody think I deserve help but you. Everybody, especially my teachers, think I ain’t gon’ be shit when I grow up.”

“Watch your language,” Zeke reminded Jaheem. This kid has a serious cussing problem.

Eyes wide, Jaheem slapped his hand over his mouth, then lowered it to the table. “Sorry. I mean, they think I’m not going to be anything when I grow up. But I’m going to do what you told me to do. I’m going to work real hard to prove all the naysayers wrong. I’m going to study my behind off and earn a scholarship.”

“As long as you keep that attitude, you’ll be successful, Jaheem. Always remember, with hard work and determination, you can do and be anything you want to be.” Zeke held out his fist, and Jaheem bumped it with his own fist.

Jaheem’s dark lips smiled across his face. “Man, you a good role model. When I become rich like you, I’m gon’ volunteer and donate to shelters, too. Just wait and see. I’m gon’—”

“Kiss my ass!” a young kid shouted.

Zeke looked up to find a chair flying over his head. He ducked, and the chair crashed into the wall in front of him. What the hell?! Instinctively, Zeke bolted from the table and ran up to the young kid.

Tempted to snatch the little young boy standing in front of him, pouting up, Zeke’s fists balled. Zeke glared down at the honey brown-complexioned kid with big, curly hair. “Hey kid, you almost cut my head off with the chair. What’s your problem?”

Frowning, the kid sucked his teeth and took a bold step forward. “It’s gon’ be you, dude, if you don’t get out my way.

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