We all want love, but sometimes love can be a difficult thing to acquire and keep long lasting. Victoria Sutter, a divorcee, understands this concept better than most. She was once so in love that nothing else mattered, but even that love could not hold up to the ills of the outside world and the insecurity of her fragile heart.
Kemington Sutter, on the other hand, has never and will never stop loving Victoria like his last breath. With this in mind, he is willing to do whatever it takes to fortify Victoria and show her that what they had can be reborn and everlasting.
Kemington Sutter, on the other hand, has never and will never stop loving Victoria like his last breath. With this in mind, he is willing to do whatever it takes to fortify Victoria and show her that what they had can be reborn and everlasting.
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Kemington's Babygirl
Victoria Sutter is an African American, Marketing Executive in her late twenties. She was raised by her grandmother in a suburb of Houston, Texas. With no children her age to play with, she devoted her time to her academics, graduating at the top her class.
She chose to attend Texas A&M to be close in proximity to her grandmother; however, on the first day of class, she met the man that would change her life, her husband, Kemington Sutter. Their love, like a budding rose, bloomed into something beautiful, but once the thrill of college went away and the norms of adult life entered, the petals of that rose started to wither away.
Her best friend and assistant, Sandra, helped her get over the doubts of the divorce, but when Kemington was forced back into her life, her questions resurfaced. Does she still love him? Did he really hurt her in the end or was it the other way around? If her grandmother was alive, what would be her advice?
The model who was my inspirational muse for this character was Sharam Diniz. I wanted someone who had a classic yet fun look.
She chose to attend Texas A&M to be close in proximity to her grandmother; however, on the first day of class, she met the man that would change her life, her husband, Kemington Sutter. Their love, like a budding rose, bloomed into something beautiful, but once the thrill of college went away and the norms of adult life entered, the petals of that rose started to wither away.
Her best friend and assistant, Sandra, helped her get over the doubts of the divorce, but when Kemington was forced back into her life, her questions resurfaced. Does she still love him? Did he really hurt her in the end or was it the other way around? If her grandmother was alive, what would be her advice?
The model who was my inspirational muse for this character was Sharam Diniz. I wanted someone who had a classic yet fun look.
Meet Kemington Sutter, a wealthy trust fund heir, who has a keen eye for business. Growing up in the upper class elite society of Dallas, Texas did not sway him from his true personality and loves of skateboarding and soul music.
On his first day of college, he was able to add a new number one to that list when he met his future wife, Victoria, who he affectionately calls Babygirl. He was willing to do anything to win her heart and keep it forever, but her own issues ran too deep to salvage their marriage ultimately crushing him.
Vowing to repair his family, he befriends his former wife and asks her for one last date. Will Kemington be able to right his wrongs? Will he be able to assure his Babygirl that their future will be strong and bright?
The model who was my inspirational muse for this character was Mateus Verdelho. I always pictured Kemington as a nerdy yet sexy guy and my mind went right to Mateus. He is the perfect mix of intellect, rock n roll, and hotness.
On his first day of college, he was able to add a new number one to that list when he met his future wife, Victoria, who he affectionately calls Babygirl. He was willing to do anything to win her heart and keep it forever, but her own issues ran too deep to salvage their marriage ultimately crushing him.
Vowing to repair his family, he befriends his former wife and asks her for one last date. Will Kemington be able to right his wrongs? Will he be able to assure his Babygirl that their future will be strong and bright?
The model who was my inspirational muse for this character was Mateus Verdelho. I always pictured Kemington as a nerdy yet sexy guy and my mind went right to Mateus. He is the perfect mix of intellect, rock n roll, and hotness.
I sauntered barefoot through the halls to the master suite while memories of Kem and I clouded my mind. We met in a freshman economics class on the first day of class. The professor decided it was a wonderful idea to match the quiet, invisible black girl with the popular, athletic white boy. At the time I was an academic scholar from meager beginnings, raised by my grandmother, who was the only mother I knew. Since I was the valedictorian of my high school graduating class in Houston, I was awarded my pick of top business schools in and out of the country, but I chose to be an Aggie and stayed close to home. Kemington Sutter, wealthy trust-fund heir, was the green-eyed, sandy-brown-haired, drop-dead gorgeous tennis captain all the women—eligible or not—swooned over, especially when he took the court in his white shorts and auburn shirt.
With cockiness bleeding from his pores, he approached me on the first day of class, the green-eyed devil with only a few tattoos on his arms at that time. I resisted his charm for months, but by the second semester we were dating and making passionate love every evening like we were shooting for high marks on a statewide sex exam.
I remember the first time I took him home to meet my grandmother. He was dressed in a suit and tie like he was meeting the Queen of England. She reamed him good the first few visits, but it was an awe-inspiring experience to see him in the kitchen with her, cutting and battering tomatoes while the two chatted, unaware that I was viewing the tender moment. Next thing I knew, she took ill and Kem started footing the bill for her medical care, not settling for anything less than the best medicines and specialists Texas could provide. Every Sunday we would take the hour’s drive to have church service with her and dinner until she passed away.
The day he proposed was something I would have never imagined. Kem knew I had insecurities about us dating, mainly due to his parents being very vocal about me not being a proper suitor for their son, a Sutter heir. I constantly received awful scowls from my peers and hurtful, backhanded comments from his family. Kem had been grown to be an eligible, elite bachelor for any of the prosperous Texas-bred debutants. His choice of a lower-middle-class black girl with no familial background outside of her grandmother was unacceptable by all. Those things alone were enough to give anyone doubts, but then the last tennis tournament of the season in our senior year occurred. Of course I was present in the front row of the bleachers, cheering Kem on. That season the team was undefeated, so it was no surprise that they slaughtered the visitors in the final game.
As Kem approached the net to shake his opponent’s hand, the stadium lights were glaring on his sweat-soaked shirt. Suddenly he was taking his cap off, shaking out his wet cinnamon hair, and lifting his jersey off to reveal his muscular chest and bulging abs. Screams erupted from all of the scandalous women who wanted to steal him away. As they were celebrating the free show he was giving, tears started to form when I caught sight of his purpose of putting himself on display. All the shouting started to die down when the onlookers knew what I knew. In big, bold lettering, Kem had “Babygirl” inked permanently over his left-side ribs. He shouted to the masses, “Victoria, you are now and will always be my rib until my last breath. Will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Kemington Sutter? Please marry me, Babygirl!” The crowd quieted. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. A man next to me cleared his throat and nudged me. I began to shake my head repeatedly.
“Yes…yes,” I said finally. Applause started slowly. Kem moved across the sand and lifted me over the railing. The minimal clapping began and grew in volume, then Kem wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Thank you for being mine,” into my ear.
With cockiness bleeding from his pores, he approached me on the first day of class, the green-eyed devil with only a few tattoos on his arms at that time. I resisted his charm for months, but by the second semester we were dating and making passionate love every evening like we were shooting for high marks on a statewide sex exam.
I remember the first time I took him home to meet my grandmother. He was dressed in a suit and tie like he was meeting the Queen of England. She reamed him good the first few visits, but it was an awe-inspiring experience to see him in the kitchen with her, cutting and battering tomatoes while the two chatted, unaware that I was viewing the tender moment. Next thing I knew, she took ill and Kem started footing the bill for her medical care, not settling for anything less than the best medicines and specialists Texas could provide. Every Sunday we would take the hour’s drive to have church service with her and dinner until she passed away.
The day he proposed was something I would have never imagined. Kem knew I had insecurities about us dating, mainly due to his parents being very vocal about me not being a proper suitor for their son, a Sutter heir. I constantly received awful scowls from my peers and hurtful, backhanded comments from his family. Kem had been grown to be an eligible, elite bachelor for any of the prosperous Texas-bred debutants. His choice of a lower-middle-class black girl with no familial background outside of her grandmother was unacceptable by all. Those things alone were enough to give anyone doubts, but then the last tennis tournament of the season in our senior year occurred. Of course I was present in the front row of the bleachers, cheering Kem on. That season the team was undefeated, so it was no surprise that they slaughtered the visitors in the final game.
As Kem approached the net to shake his opponent’s hand, the stadium lights were glaring on his sweat-soaked shirt. Suddenly he was taking his cap off, shaking out his wet cinnamon hair, and lifting his jersey off to reveal his muscular chest and bulging abs. Screams erupted from all of the scandalous women who wanted to steal him away. As they were celebrating the free show he was giving, tears started to form when I caught sight of his purpose of putting himself on display. All the shouting started to die down when the onlookers knew what I knew. In big, bold lettering, Kem had “Babygirl” inked permanently over his left-side ribs. He shouted to the masses, “Victoria, you are now and will always be my rib until my last breath. Will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Kemington Sutter? Please marry me, Babygirl!” The crowd quieted. I was stunned and didn’t know what to do. A man next to me cleared his throat and nudged me. I began to shake my head repeatedly.
“Yes…yes,” I said finally. Applause started slowly. Kem moved across the sand and lifted me over the railing. The minimal clapping began and grew in volume, then Kem wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Thank you for being mine,” into my ear.