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  “No matter what she said, I shouldn’t have done that Tasha. I feel terrible.”

  “Look, either call Jacob and tell him what happened or give me his number. We will need someone to come bail us out.”

  I wasn’t prepared to call Jacob and tell him I’d slapped his mother, so I gave Tasha the number. She tried to reach him, but he didn’t answer the phone. As she was about to leave a message, an officer arrived.

  “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to get off the phone,” the officer said.

  Tasha ended the call and put her phone in her purse. Then, after hearing our side of the story, the officer placed us both under arrest for assaulting Mrs. Turner and her friend. I didn’t resist the arrest. I knew I was wrong for putting my hands on her.

  “What exactly are we being arrested for?” Tasha asked as another officer put her hands behind her back.

  “Assault and disorderly conduct,” the officer said before reading us both our rights. Mrs. Turner was being attended to by a paramedic looking shining his penlight into her ear as we were escorted out of the restaurant.

  “You look like a nice lady, but the victims want to press charges, so we have to take you both to the station,” the officer escorting me out said.

  Mrs. Turner smiled as I was being carted away to be locked in a cage, just like the animal she claimed I was. I was so pissed at myself for letting her win.

  “We’re going to get out of this,” Tasha said once we were both in the back of the police car. “Just call Jacob as soon as they allow us to make a phone call.”

  “I thought called him already,” I said through a shaky voice.

  “They came in before I was able to leave a message.”

  “Okay, I’ll call him when we get there. I know he will come and straighten this out.”

  It didn’t really matter how the rest of the evening turned out. Just the mere satisfaction on Mrs. Turner’s face as I the police car pulled away from the curb with me and Tasha in the backseat caused me to ball in anger.

  Tasha leaned into me so I could cry on her shoulder. The loud crackling of thunder followed by the first signs of drizzling rain matched my mood. I finally let the tears flow freely down my face.

  Chapter 12

  Jacob

  A Brewing Storm

  “Wanda, thanks for calling me with an update on the Smith account. Use my signature stamp to sign off on the necessary paperwork, and I’ll follow up to make sure everything is in order,” I told my secretary. She was quickly stepping up the bar from being a secretary to being an executive assistant. I never feared that business wasn’t getting handled when she was on the job. She was just that good.

  “Sure, I will stamp any forms that require your signature. If anything looks out of order, I will give you a call,” Wanda said.

  “Okay, what about that special project I had you working on?” I asked.

  “Oh, I contacted Tom today and he agreed to meet with you. He sounded like he was ready to talk,” Wanda said of our old VP of Finance. I had some questions for him about others who may have been working with him inside the company when he embezzled millions of dollars a few months back. I was glad he was willing to talk. I wanted to make sure everyone involved had been weeded out.

  “That is very good, Wanda, very good. Is there anything else I should know before I come back in Monday?” I asked, as I looked out my library window. The once bright sun was recoiling and dark clouds were covering any semblance of a beautiful day.

  “That’s it, boss. I will call you if anything comes up. In the meantime, enjoy your vacation days,” Wanda said sounding cheerfully reassuring.

  “Thanks for all you do, Wanda. I will definitely enjoy my time off,” I said, hanging up the phone. Wanda had to be one of the highest paid secretaries in America, and she was worth every dime.

  My next call was to Destiny, which went straight to voicemail. It wasn’t like her not to answer her cell when she was out. I figured she was either driving home or in a location where her phone didn’t have good service. Either way, she needed to hurry home, so I’d be able to keep her safe in this brewing storm.

  As time passed, the drizzling rain turned into hard thumps against the windowpane. Worrisome, nasty clouds began to roar, causing mounting tension to build in my muscles. Knowing the other half of me was out in the midst of a storm did not settle well with my spirit.

  After a few minutes passed, I called Destiny again and left a new message. When she didn’t return my call on the next three tries, I activated the GPS locator on my phone to search for her location. If she was stuck out in this messy weather, I had to find her. After waiting a full minute for the tracker to scan for Destiny’s location, the GPS locator proved useless. The only conclusion I could come to was that her phone was off or her battery was dead.

  “Damn it, Destiny,” I said, after dropping my cell down onto my desk. I sat down and tried to take my mind off her whereabouts. She was with Tasha, who knew Miami well, and more than likely she was just somewhere where her phone didn’t receive good service. I hoped Tasha wouldn’t try to drive if it got too bad out.

  To occupy my mind, I sat behind my desk and concentrated on the proposal Destiny was putting together for the national ad campaign Turner Enterprises was about to undertake. I flipped through various text campaigns and visual ads, as well as the TV commercial that would be launching in the fall. It all looked exceptional and was slated to run over into the Super Bowl, with one major ad during the most epic football affair of the year.

  I picked up my cell and called her once again, after looking at the last piece of media. Again, her phone went straight to voicemail. This time, I left a more urgent message. “Hey, babe, I hope everything is okay. It’s looking pretty bad out there. I need to hear your voice. When you get this message, call me immediately. Love you.”

  I hung up the phone and sat down on my lounger. I racked my brain as to why Destiny wasn’t answering as I stared at the rain cascading down the window. The harder the rain fell the more worried I got. I rubbed my temples to release the building tension. “She’s with Tasha, and they’re okay,” I reminded myself again.

  I rested my head on the pillow-top lounger, where I sat waiting for Destiny to return my call. As I lounged in the comfortable chair, I began to relax. Soon, I had drifted into a deep slumber. The house was completely dark, when I awoke hours later.

  I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I felt my way to the window and looked out into the pitch black night. The entire street was dark, not even a distant streetlight was in view. “Dang, there must be a power outage and the generator didn’t kick in,” I said remembering that setting the generator was still on my to-do list.

  At that moment, I regretted letting Lynetta and her crew have the evening off once they unpacked the upstairs rooms. I was sure one of them would’ve thought to set the generator had they been there during the storm. Just as that thought crossed my mind, I heard footsteps and turned to see Destiny entering the room.

  A bolt of lightning quickly flashed into the room and a glimmer of her shiny red negligee shined through the darkness. Her vanilla fragrance wafted through the room and caused me to smile. “Hey, babe, I’m glad you made it home safe,” I said walking toward her.

  She pressed a finger against my lips when I reached her. Gripping my face into her hands, she pulled me toward her for a kiss. As our kiss deepened, my arms made their way around her waist and I pulled her close. Just as quickly as I captured her, she stepped out of my embrace and poked her finger into my chest, pushing me toward the chaise.

  I wanted her back in my arms, but I followed her lead. I fell down onto the chaise and waited for her to perform the sensual tease she started. “Oh, so this morning was just the preview for tonight, huh?” I asked as my hand rested on her thigh. I felt the fabric of her negligee travel down my arm, until it slid off and hit the floor.

  She grinded her body a
gainst mine in quiet seduction as I sat on the edge of the chair. The house was so tranquil I could hear my heartbeat. I squeezed her thighs in anticipation of the pleasure I’d have once the silence was replaced by her moans filling the room. The thought of consecrating my library during this ugly storm had my loins on fire. The mysteriousness of the moment also added to my rambunctious drive for consummation.

  She felt her way down my body until she reached my pants and then pulled them down as far as she could. I assisted her by adjusting in the chair. Once we were free of any barriers, she goofily straddled my lap. I wanted to suck her breasts, run my hands through her hair and caress her body. However, she intertwined her fingers with mine to keep me at bay and eased down onto my shaft.

  Her wet, snug pussy meticulously devoured my manhood, inch by inch. I could feel her lose control of her tight muscles every time she rose and fell against me. I grabbed her waist and urgently guided her down my shaft. Whatever she’d done that day to tighten her body made her feel amazing.

  I wanted to give as good as I was receiving, so I hugged her close and thrust into her repeatedly. “You feel so good,” I told her, when my balls began to tingle. If I hadn’t impregnated her already, this release would be a sure shot. My baby makers were ready and aiming for her heated core as I let go of every drop of passion in my soul.

  “Oh, Jacob! I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I missed you so much,” Justine said as she crashed down onto my dick one last time.

  Her irritating voice caused my heart to drop into my stomach. However, the imminent orgasm traveling through my loins paralyzed me. It was too late. By the time I pushed her away, my explosion had already erupted deep inside her womb.

  “Get the fuck off me!” I said pushing her down onto the floor.

  “Aw, come on now, Jacob. Don’t try to act like you didn’t know it was me.”

  “I didn’t… I mean, I couldn’t have. I never would’ve let you touch me. I’m calling the fucking police, you sick bitch!” I said as I got up and put on my pants. I felt around for my cell that was on my desk.

  “And tell them what? I just made love to my ex? Don’t waste your time or the time of our police department. By the way your body responded to me, you missed me as much as I missed you. We belong together.”

  “I don’t miss you, at all, Justine. I thought you were my wife.”

  “Keep telling yourself that.”

  By this time, I was pulling her by the arm toward the door. “Just when I thought you couldn’t hit any lower, you hit rock bottom. What kind of lowlife sneaks into a man’s house, puts on his wife’s clothes and perfume, and pretends to be his wife?”

  “Jacob, you can say what you want about me, but what you can’t say is that you didn’t enjoy every minute of being inside of me. The way you moaned and groaned told another story.”

  There was a beeping sound just as the lights came back on illuminating the room. I picked up Destiny’s negligee and threw it at her. “Put this back on and get the hell out of my house.”

  “So now you want to treat me like a two-bit whore? Un uh, after what we just shared, you’re going to have to deal with me and hopefully the baby growing in my stomach,” Justine said as her hand fell to her stomach.

  “Justine, unless you want me to escort you out of here naked, you’d better put that gown and get out of here. What clothes did you wear here? How in the hell did you get in here, anyway?” I asked wanting answers.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said as she angrily put on the negligee.

  “I so tired of your shit, Justine. You are going to make me do something I will regret,” I said, before picking up the phone and dialing 911. “I’m just calling the police before this gets out of hand and you get hurt.”

  “Go ahead, call them! But then, you’d have to admit to Destiny that you fucked me and liked it. You will have to explain how your sperm ended up in my womb. I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.” She let out a cruel laugh as I ended the call.

  “What happened here will never leave this room. Do you hear me?” I asked as I gripped her arm and flung her around toward the door. “It had better stay between the two of us or I will make your miserable life a living hell.”

  “Oh, I’m looking forward to every moment of it,” Justine said with a sultry look. “But after the hearty deposit you just made, do you really want to talk to your unborn baby’s mother that way?” she asked with a smirk on her face. She smiled as if the idea of her carrying my child had created some type of special bond between us.

  “You will never be the mother of my children,” I said, knowing there was a possibility I’d just gotten her pregnant. I pulled her down the stairs toward the front door.

  “I’m ovulating,” she said with a smile, once we were at the bottom of the steps. “I made sure the time was right so our odds of impregnation would be higher.”

  I grabbed her arm and slammed her up against a nearby wall. Holding her against the wall by her throat, I said, “I could snap your neck and have you buried underneath a fountain in my backyard tomorrow. Your family would never see you again and I would come to your funeral and grieve with them.”

  “Jacob, let me go,” she said as her arms and legs swung wildly. She was barely able to gasp the words out. “Stop…”

  “I asked you to let me go months ago. I asked you to stop and leave me alone and what did you do?”

  “Jac…” she gasped as her swings got weaker.

  “You attacked my fiancé and got a slap on the wrist by a fake ass judge, showed up at our dinner with your bullshit, and now this? Give me one reason I should let you go when you wouldn’t give me the same courtesy.”

  I was nearing the zone where the consequences of my actions didn’t matter. She was turning red and foam was drizzling out her mouth. All I could see was the hurt she’d caused and the problems she might cause in the future. Then, I remembered the person she used to be before she became a monster. I opened my hands and released her neck.

  She went flailing around the room clutching her throat as she gasped for air. “I can’t believe you, Jacob! You never treated me like this before you met her,” she said, in between frantically sucking air into her lungs.

  “I may come off as mild mannered and many have doubted whether or not I’m capable of protecting what’s mine, but I don’t think you understand the dangerous game you’re playing. The fact that I’m a good person is the only reason your life hasn’t left your body.”

  She cried and murmured as I talked to her. “How could you treat me like this, Jacob?”

  “Treat you like what? I’m not nearly as vile as you are. You should have never come here, Justine.” The scowl I gave her must’ve let her know I wasn’t the man she thought I was.

  She ran out the front door, and I went to the window to make sure she was off my property. The street lights were back on and I saw her running down the driveway onto the street. I didn’t see a car, so I assumed she snuck into my secured community on foot.

  I propped my back against the closed door and took a deep breath. Just when things were going good, there was always something. How was I going to explain this shit to Destiny?

  Chapter 13

  Jacob

  The Weight of the World

  Destiny… My sweetheart had been gone all day. I wondered if Justine had done something to her, as I took the stairs and went back into my library to get my cell phone. There were two messages from a number I didn’t recognize. They were both were from Destiny saying she was at the county jail and needed me to come pick her up.

  I dashed into the shower to wash up, got dressed and within twenty minutes I was out the door headed downtown. I didn’t know what to expect when I got to the jailhouse. However, I was one hundred percent sure there was no way this day could get any worse.

  I was livid when I found out the better half of me was sitting in the city jail, while I was unknowingly being seduced by Justine. No woman of m
ine should be near a police station, much less in handcuffs and detained by authorities as if she was a hardened criminal.

  “Mom is going to straighten this out,” I said with certainty, after Tasha explained to me what happened. It was time that I stopped playing with Mom and use the cards I was holding.

  “Jacob, I don’t want to talk about your mother right now,” Destiny said as we walked out of the police station.

  I held her close as we made our way to the car. It took everything in me not to scoop her up into my arms and squeeze her until we melded into one. I wanted to carry her to the car, as if to make sure she didn’t have to stress about one more thing. “You’re shivering baby, let me get my jacket out of the trunk,” I said, as I started toward the trunk.

  “No, I’m fine,” Destiny said, holding onto my arm. She had been too upset to talk about what went down at the restaurant, so Tasha explained everything to me while we were in the police station.

  From the sound of things, Mom and her friends were out of line. Although I wasn’t too thrilled about Destiny’s reaction, the feeling of being pushed against the wall was fresh on my mind. Mere minutes ago, I was about to go savage on Justine, and Lord knows, if she pushed me any further, I didn’t know if she would survive the game she was playing.

  My physical cravings betrayed Destiny, even if I wasn’t aware of what I was doing. The last time I was pushed to the edge like this was in dealing with Montie. I could feel myself getting angry all over again as I flashed back to the morning I entered Grady Memorial Hospital and asked the assistant at the front desk for Destiny Baker’s room number.

  I was immediately met by Ms. Clara and Montie both insisting I couldn’t see Destiny. They stood in the way of me being there for her at a time when she needed me the most. I knew I never should’ve left Destiny’s side; however, Montie disrespected me in a major way, so I knocked him out cold. I bet Destiny felt the same way when my mother stood over her table talking to her the way she did.