Category: Drama ISBN-10: 1449584640
Type: Fiction
Pages: 190
Copyright: Nov 19, 2009
ISBN-13: 9781449584641
Jasmine Reeves has it all – a good education, a cool job, a man who loves her and a man she loves too. Unfortunately, they are not one in the same. After falling hard for her friend's husband, Jasmine has to figure out what direction her life is going to take.
Toya Johnson loves the luxuries of life and has no problem using the world’s oldest profession to obtain them. But when she unexpectedly finds the man of her dreams, she cannot seem to shake the past that keeps coming back to haunt her.
Chante Summers has a handsome and successful husband who provides for her. What more could a girl want, right? Unfortunately some people are never satisfied. Bored with the housewife routine and a husband whose bedroom skills are less exciting than a can of paint, Chante has no choice but to satisfy herself.
When lust, deceit, and betrayal collide, will these three women have what it takes to overcome it?
Excerpt
Jasmine
Keep It on the Down Low…No One Has To Know
As I wake up with J still in my arms, I realize that my life is perfect. I have the man of my dreams right here and nothing else matters to me. I am still awed that he is in this bed with me, Jasmine. I’ve always dreamed of true love and at this moment, I know I’ve found it. As he sleeps soundly, I smile. This man completes me in so many ways. Staring at his beautifully sculptured, sexy body, I wiggle myself from under him and begin to suck his dick. My dick. As I slowly lick the shaft, my nipples get erect and my clit swells. After a few seconds, his dick is rock hard and I slide onto it like a stripper on a pole. He awakens, grabs my ass, and grinds slowly but deeply into me. Right when I’m about to have the orgasm of a lifetime, his baritone voice cuts our passion short.
“What time is it?” he asks, pausing mid stroke.
Those were not quite the words I was looking for. Damn, didn't he just feel what I was doing to him?
I look at the clock and reply, “Ten forty-five.”
J jumps up screaming as if he’s just seen the ghost of Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk.
“Why didn’t you wake me? Oh shit, my wife is going to kick my ass! You knew I had to go home! Why the fuck did you let me go to sleep?” he yells.
As usual, he’s told his wife he was working late at the office and as usual, he came over and spent some time with me. I knew she was probably losing her mind wondering where her husband was, but that was her problem. If she were doing her job right, he wouldn’t be here with me.
Startled by his abrupt manner, I shake my head in remorse and say, “I’m sorry, J. I just wanted to sleep in your arms, that’s all. I need that sometimes.”
This was the first time I’d laid with him longer than to get a quick orgasm. We hang out at my house but we never get to be together as a couple, since he’s always on the run to get home. I guess that’s the downside of fucking a married man.
As he quickly begins dressing, he hollers, “Jasmine, you know we can’t keep doing this! This has to stop! I am married with children and I’m not leaving my wife for your ass! Do you get that?”
J’s words cut me like a knife and I feel like my heart has a thousand daggers slicing it. Blood oozes out slowly, bringing me to a slow and painful death. I always thought that if I just loved him more than she did, he would be with me and we could start our own family. I guess I was wrong. He’s told me time and time again that we could never be together and that he would never leave his wife. And time and time again, I believe that I can make him change his mind but obviously I can’t.
“But J, didn’t you say that ya’ll were having problems?” I ask, knowing he isn’t going to answer. “I just want to show you how a real woman is supposed to treat you,” I continue.
“What the hell yo’ young ass know about being a real woman? You just graduated college. Hell, your damn pubic hairs ain’t even grown in good yet!” He snaps.
That shit hurt. Bad. He didn't have to go there. I’m not that young – I mean we’re both adults. He ain’t robbin’ the cradle or nothing like that. Besides, as the late great Aaliyah once said, “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.” Well, young or not, I know what I want and what I want is him. Though I’m somewhat inexperienced in the relationship department, I know I can learn how to be a good woman to him. I’m like moldable clay. Whatever he wants me to be, I can be. That’s what makes me better than his wife. She’s already set.
Looking down uncomfortably at my neatly shaven hairs, I realize that no matter what I try to do to prove myself to him, he will probably only see me as a young girl.
“But J, I love you,” I moan as if it hurts. It actually does.
“Look Jasmine, I love you too but you know we can’t do this. Do me a favor. After today, never call me again. If I see your number on my phone, I’m not picking up. I can’t keep doing this to my family,” he huffs, although his eyes say something different. I know J loves me because he tells me every day, but following it, he also says he can’t leave his family. He’s a good man like that. I know he’s just with her for the kids but I just don’t understand why he stays in a relationship with someone he obviously doesn’t love. The kids will get over it.
“But J, I thou…” Before I could put the “ought” in my “thought,” J rushes from the hotel room. He doesn’t even say goodbye. As I sink deeply into our dampened sheets, I feel empty inside knowing I will probably never see the only man I’ve ever truly loved again.
I look around, gazing at the emptiness of the room that was just burning with passion an hour ago. In its stillness, my love for him curdles like week old milk left on a counter top. I can’t believe he did this to me. I confessed my love to him and he swatted me away like a nasty fly. This man means the world to me and just knowing that I can’t have him makes me want to kill myself. Or him. Or somebody. Or something. Oh, forget it, who am I kidding? I’m a lover not a fighter.
I turn on my cell phone and have six voicemails – all from Brian. Brian is my boyfriend of three years and I hate him. Well maybe hate is a strong word. But, he definitely gets on my last nerve. Don’t get me wrong, our relationship was great in the beginning. But when I met J, I found out what a real man is. After being slain by J, everything Brian did started to irritate me and I soon came to the realization that he’s just a little boy that can’t really handle someone like me. The only reason I’m still with him is that we’ve been together for so long. And truthfully, I know he’s there for me whenever I need him.
I take my time calling him back, giving myself a moment to think of something to tell him about where I’ve been. He’s gullible, so I don’t have to get too creative.
“Hey Brian, what’s up?” I ask, taking a deep breath.
“Where have you been, Jasmine? I have been calling you all night. I called your mama and your sister and no one has heard from you. Where are you?” he rants.
Oh shit, now my mama’s gonna be asking me questions all damn day. See, that’s why I can’t be with him. He’s too clingy. He has to know where I am and what I’m doing all the time.
“Brian, I was over at Toya’s house last night. She had some issues she needed to talk about and I didn’t feel well so I went to sleep. I’m sorry but my phone died and I didn’t have my charger,” I explained. At least the story was true. I did go over Toya’s house, my phone did die, and I didn’t have my charger with me. I just didn’t tell him that once I left Toya’s, I went home to get my charger and met J at the hotel.
“So when were you going to tell me Jasmine?” He asks with excitement in his voice. Confused, I dryly ask him,
“Tell you what, Brian?”
He is so annoying………….
“About the baby, Jasmine. I hope it’s a girl. We can finally start a family.”
I can see his silly ass smiling though the phone. Hearing his words, I almost fall out the bed.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask, my heart now assaulting the inside my chest.
“Come on Jasmine, I know. Your period is over two weeks late and you’ve been sick every day. I know,” he replies. Has he been tracking my period?
I suddenly feel like I’m about to throw up on the hotel floor.
“Brian, I have to call you back,” I say abruptly as my mouth waters with vomit.
“Okay Boo. Love you!” Brian responds enthusiastically, waiting for a response.
“Yeah,” is all I can mutter before I disconnect the call.
I quickly check the calendar on my phone. I hadn’t really thought about my period until this moment. Things have been so hectic that it simply hasn’t been on my mind. But, as his voice echoed inside my thoughts, I decide to do some calculations. Let me see, I was supposed to start on the twenty-first and today is…
Suddenly I remember the bologna and cream cheese sandwich I had to have on Tuesday and the bag of ranch flavored Doritos that I practically inhaled, which I usually can’t stand.
Oh shit, how in the hell am I going to explain this?
I immediately rush to my bag and take out the emergency EPT test I keep in the bottom of the sack for purposes such as these. It’s been in there awhile, so it’s covered with bits of cracked peppermint and some foundation that spilled from my makeup case. I dust it off before removing the wrapper. I then head to the toilet and tinkle on the white stick. The three minutes I wait feel like two years before the plus sign magically appears. My heart drops and I am in awe. I can’t believe I got caught out there! I’d always used condoms with him!
Ain’t no birth control 100%, I could hear my momma preaching to my subconscious.
In my heart, I know it’s not Brian’s because I barely let him touch me. And although I know that it only takes one time, I feel that this connection is beyond Brian so it has to be J’s. Wanting company in my misery, I immediately pick up the phone to call him but as promised, his answering machine picks up.
You have reached Josh Summers. Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number, and a brief message, I will call you back.
I disconnect the call but realize that if I’m going to tell J that he’s going to be a daddy, then leaving a voicemail is my only option since he just told me he wasn’t taking my calls anymore. Pissed at myself, at him, and at the world, I call again. When the greeting ends, I take a deep breath and begin,
“Hey Josh. I know this may be at a bad time but…I really have something to tell you and I don’t know how to say it. Please don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry I’m babbling but I do that when I get nervous. Again, don’t be mad but…um…I’m pregnant…yep…I’m pregnant. Preggo. Expecting. With child…however you wanna say it. I’m sorry this happened. I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet. But, I just wanted to let you know and please, please, don’t tell Chante. She will kill us both. Dead.”
Hanging up the phone, I crawl in the hotel bed and cry until my eyes are swollen. How the hell did I get in this situation? I mean, I know how, so maybe the question should be why. Why in the world did I let myself get pregnant by my friend’s husband?
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