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Chapter 5... Love TORN Asunder. Release date April 30th.
CHAPTER 5
KENDRICK
I can't believe my luck. Sexy ass Leslie Hayes was moving in with my favorite cousin Dahlia. She used to have a thing for me, but we never got a chance to explore it. Next thing I know, time passed and she was always talking about her perfect man. Mr. Perfect isn't looking so good now that he spends most of his time on the road, Dahlia has mentioned to me over conversation. He left the door open for a player like myself to come on in and pick up the pieces. You see, she probably don't even see that he has abandoned her and her needs. That's because she’s so used to going home to that empty apartment alone. Now that she is going to be staying with Dahlia, I'll remind her why she was born a woman. That she needs that immediate affection her man is unable to give due to his constant absence. While he is playing the role of a good man working to build them a future, I’m going to make sure his woman doesn't get rusty in bed. As a matter of fact, the more that I think about it the more I realize that I will be doing ole' boy a favor. So, if moving these boxes is what I have to do to get another step closer to Leslie, then that's a small task compared to the work that I'm going to have her putting in.
The snow hasn't let up at all. Bernard and I have moved all the boxes from the back of the truck and into the house while Leslie and Dahlia stayed warm on the inside and unpacked her things. By the time we had reloaded the truck, lighting started streaking across the dark cloudy sky. I knew that I wasn't going to no storage center and unloading shit and I said as much when I went back in.
"There ain’t no way that you’re going make it to the storage place tonight Leslie." I say while watching them attempt to put her California king size bed together.
"What am I going to do about the moving truck?"
"Call them. They see the weather out there and it's not getting any better. Has anyone checked the weather report?" I ask sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.
"No. We have to check it in the living room. I have to buy splitter to run the cable into this bedroom," says Dahlia as she heads for the living room with Leslie and me following behind. We watch the news where they advise for unnecessary travel to be limited. Almost immediately, Bernard says that he’s out. He wants to try and make it somewhere warm before it gets too bad to drive. I knew that he meant in-between some warm thighs, so I slap him up and tell him that I'll call him tomorrow when I wake up. Leslie and Dahlia tell him to be safe as he leaves.
"I guess I should call the moving truck company." Leslie gets up to retrieve the cordless. However, the line was dead.
"Damn, the storm must have knocked out the phone lines,” she says then retrieves her cell phone from her purse to leave a message.
“They probably left for the night when they saw this storm coming through.”
“Yeah, you're probably right. I wonder if it’s going to let up by the morning,” she says to no one in particular.
"I doubt it. You will most likely have the day off work. At least this way you can get the rest of your things set up," I say moving to sit next to her on the couch.
“I’m only scheduled to work half a day and I'm supposed to be going to meet Lincoln in New York City tomorrow night. My flight leaves Buffalo Niagara International Airport at 7pm," she states folding her legs under her to sit Indian style on the couch. My eyes go to the spot between her legs and I think about Bernard being knee deep in some fine woman tonight. I wonder what my chances are with Leslie, but I doubt that anything will happen. She got her man fresh on her mind and the weather is going to keep them apart this time, not his neglect. I have to wait until he messes up or she is feeling lonely. Shouldn't take me more than a week, I'm thinking when she asks.
“Where the hell did Devine disappear to?”
“Don’t know. I think she went to the bathroom." I get up and head to the kitchen to heat up my food. The munchies and moving all that furniture have me feeling as though my ribs are touching my back. Dahlia comes in the living room just as the microwave goes off signaling that my food is done. She is wearing an over coat and winter boots wheeling her small workbag behind her.
“I know you ain't headed to work in this mess!" I shout taking a bite of my pizza.
“You damn right that's where I'm headed. Lace called shortly after she left and said that the club was packed with men using the storm as an excuse not to go home. Claiming that they are stuck at work until the storm lets up. So being the businesswoman that I am, I’m headed to the office," she replies while checking her make up in the mirror behind the couch.
“Devine, you can't go out there in this. That's crazy!" yells Leslie.
“Girl, I’ll be fine. I will take the streets and I promise to go real slow, too. I’ll call your cell phone as soon as I get there," Dahlia says on her way to the door. Then she turns and looks at me.
“You headed home to the wife and kids, cuz?” She asks this with a smirk on her face, like she was reading my mind.
“I’m not going anywhere before I finish eating. I earned this meal," I tell her while cleaning the meat off the bone of the chicken wing I was holding.
“Uh huh...I hear you," is all she says before walking out the door. I can tell she knows what’s up by the look she gives me. Why would she bring my wife and kids up? Now, they are at the forefront of Leslie’s thoughts alongside her man. I finish my food and see Leslie on the couch glued to the TV watching her hopes for going to New York going down the drain.
“So is there anything else I can help you with tonight?"
“No, I'm good. You should probably go on home before you can't leave," she says, not even looking away from the flat- screen mounted on the wall.
“At least let me help you set up your bed before I head out. This way you can worry in the comfort of your own bed," I reply and give her a half smile.
“Is it that obvious?" she asks, finally looking up to meet my gaze.
“Yeah it is. I don't want you up all night worried about if I made it home safe without being comfortable."
“Puh-lease. Ain’t nobody worried about you Kendrick, but you can help me finish getting that bed up. After the day that I've had I need a good night’s sleep," she says over her shoulder, heading toward her new bedroom. I watch her luscious hips sway as I follow close behind.
We are busy assembling her bed when the wind starts shaking the windows. We both jump at a loud cracking sound that comes from directly outside her bedroom window. She is so startled that she drops the metal part of the bed frame she is holding right onto her left foot.
“MOTHERFUCKER!" she shouts, holding onto her foot and hopping around the room. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I escort her over to a chair in the corner, and sit her down before she feels how her body bouncing against mine is affecting me.
“It’s going to be ok." I try to console her. I look up and she is crying.
“It hurts that bad?" I ask, concerned now.
“What do you think?" she asks snatching her foot out my grasp. She starts to rub at the pain.
“Let me rub it for you," I tell her and take her foot back in my hands.
“What was that sound anyway?" she asks. I walk over to the window and pull back the curtain. I can barely see with all the snow blowing around. Then I spot a huge branch from the tree that sits out front lying on the ground. I relay this information to her. Then I come back to sit in front of her.
“I’m sorry. It has just been a long couple of days with the moving, the warden at work, Lincoln being displaced, this storm, and now my damned foot. I promise I'm not having a break down." She was rambling as I was massaging her foot and calf. She didn’t swat my hand away and I took that as a good sign. She trusted me and was allowing me to comfort her.
“Why don't you take a shower it’ll make you feel better. I'll finish putting up the bed." I tell her as I help her to her feet.
“Shouldn’t you get going?"
“I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon." Our eyes meet. She just nods after a few minutes.
“Unless I make you uncomfortable,” I add.
“ Of course you don’t,” she says, looking away from me. Leslie continues, “You're right. I think I will feel better after I have showered. Don't worry about the bed though I will just sleep on the mattress and box spring for tonight." She turns and walks with a little limp towards her bathroom. I watch her walk away, thinking of the possibilities that the night may have in store.
Ignoring her request to leave it alone, I busy myself putting up her bed. I need to stay occupied so that I don't walk in there and ask her if she needs help washing her back. As I finish the bed, my cell vibrates and I cringe, thinking that it is my wife. When I check the caller ID, it’s the number to The Redd Rooster Inn. I pick up and tell Dahlia that I am still at her place and will stay until the storm dies down. She doesn't sound surprised. I assure her that Leslie is alright and in the shower. I also promise that I will relay the message to Leslie that she made it to the club safely, since Leslie has a tendency to worry. I tell Dahlia about Leslie’s crying and I explain what happened. She tells me that it’s more than that because Leslie carries a lot inside and sometimes it’s that one thing that breaks the camel’s back. Dahlia ends the call saying that she will call back on her break. I let her know she should wait until tomorrow to talk to Leslie, since I had set up the bed and was going to suggest that Leslie call it a night. She just laughed and told me to be careful because one day my doggish ways would catch up to me, then ended the call without saying bye.
The lights flicker and go out as I am sitting on the couch watching for weather updates. I know that Leslie has finished her shower because I heard the water turn off over 10 minutes ago.
"Leslie, you Ok in there?" I call out to her.
"Yeah," she says and comes out in a night gown and robe, which cause an instant headache. Not the head sitting on top of my shoulders either. It’s not even a sexy, silky night gown, just grey cotton with little blue flowers all over it. It has spaghetti straps that don’t do much to cover up her full breasts and stops mid-thigh. The robe is the same color grey as her gown and a couple sizes big for her, and she smelled absolutely edible.
"What are you wearing?" I ask as I appreciate her standing in front of me. My eyes openly roam over her body and her nipples perk up right before my eyes. It must have made her feel uncomfortable because she closed her robe and tightened it around her full waist before she spoke.
"What. My night clothes?" She choked out.
"No. What kind of soap did you use?" I ask, my stare still all over her body.
"Lever 2000," She stated simply.
"That's not what I smell that’s making my mouth water," I say moving toward her body to smell her neck.
"It's apricot body gel. What happened to the lights?" she asks, taking a step back.
"Power outage. The power lines are going down all over the city. I was just watching the news and they were talking about that before the room went black."
"I hope that Devine is alright," she replies, concern evident in her voice.
"She called while you were in the shower. She made it to work and said that she will call you when she can."
"Maybe I should call to see if the power went out there," she says and moves around me towards her room. She pauses when she sees the bed up.
"I think you should wait for her to call back. She sounded busy," I say close to her ear.
"Oh. Okay then," she answers, staring at her phone like she is contemplating her next move.
"Well, I will go and get comfortable on the couch unless you are afraid of the dark and want me to keep you company," I state cutting into the silence.
"I'm not afraid of the dark, Kendrick." On that note, I turn to leave the room. I don't want to come on too strong because she will become uncomfortable around me. I want her to trust me and allow me in.
"Thanks for setting the bed up," Leslie says as I'm walking out the door.
"I'm at your service. Just let me know what you need and I got it," I reply. Then I close the door. Whatever you need, I think as I make my way down the dark hall.
LESLIE
It sounds as though there is a freight train coming through the house. The tree branches breaking outside my window sound like firecrackers going off in spurts. I am shivering from being scared in addition to be cold due to the freezing temperature that has seized the apartment since the electricity went out.
I wonder what the hell Kendrick is doing. What if he left? I wouldn't blame him. I'm sure he would much rather be stuck with his wife than with me. I jump a little at the sound of light knocking on my new bedroom door.
"Come in," I call out. Kendrick walks in wearing his coat, hat, and pink gloves.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't frozen solid in here," he says, then turns and pushes in a large metal object on wheels.
"What is that?" I ask, sitting up a little and wrapping myself tightly in my blankets trying unsuccessfully to ward off the cold air.
"Space heater," he says bringing it closer to the bed.
"There's no power, Kendrick," I state the obvious.
"I know that, Les. This is battery operated." He then switches it on and turns the dial all the way up.
"How many more does Devine have?" I inquire and inch closer to the small amount of heat being generated.
"None. This is all I found," he says looking at me. I feel naked compared to all the clothing that he has layered himself in.
"I guess we should share the bed then. Will you please bring me my coat and jeans?" I ask and he walks out the room without replying. He returns moments later with the items that I requested. I slide my coat over my robe, then slip into my jeans. I don't bother to button them. I have to suck everything thing in to get into my jeans and I don't want to be any more uncomfortable then I already am. After I have dressed myself in layers to match Kendrick's attire, he leaves the room once again. This time, he returns with four extra blankets. He then lies all the blankets over the top sheet and blanket that I have to cover me up. Next, he climbs into bed beside me. We just lie there silently for a while. I listen to the sound of him breathing, hoping it will help me find sleep. That always worked when I was in bed with Lincoln. I think that is the problem. This man made my body react to him. Now here we are lying in bed with one another. It's not in a sexual way, but I feel this sexually charged energy bouncing between us. I wonder why he is so quiet and I feel the need to say something.
"Do you always wear pink gloves?" I ask turning in his direction.
"I found them while looking through Devine's things for extra blankets," he says turning toward me.
"Wow. I have never heard you refer to her as Devine before."
"Well, the other things I found reminded me of what it is my cousin does when she leaves out those doors. Those were Devine's things, not my little cousin Dahlia’s," he responded sounding a little tense, so I shifted the conversation.
"I wish I had my gloves," I said inching towards his body heat. He let me lay on the side of the bed closer to the heater, but the warmth coming from his body was so inviting. He takes the gloves off his hands and places them on mine.
"Thank you," I whisper. Then he does something that sends a different type of chill down my spine. He has moved closer to me and he unzips my coat and wraps his arms around my shivering body. I follow his lead, part his already open jacket and wrap my arms around his solid frame.
I don't know what time it is when I wake up. All I see is that the sun has risen and the light streaming through the partially open blinds is casting a beautiful glow across his mocha skin. His dreads are lying across my shoulder and I inhale the scent of coconut oil off his immaculately manicured mane. I nuzzle up to the base of his throat. I must have fallen asleep listen to the sound of his heartbeat. As I ease away from his heat, it all comes back why I am lying in bed with a man that is not my own. The cold air smacks me back to reality and I wrap my arms across my chest and sprint to the bathroom to empty my bladder. The toilet seat is so cold when I sit down that it causes me to jump a little. Once I have finished, I go the sink and wash my hands without bothering to look up in the mirror. I don’t want to see guilty eyes looking back at me. Should I feel guilt? Kendrick is just my friend. Nothing even happened. I mean, I am human and he is a very attractive man. I just have to pull myself together. Otherwise, my new living arrangements could prove to be dangerous.
KENDRICK
I woke up with Leslie no longer in my arms. It felt good lying next to her. Too good. The sun is up so we made it through the night. However, the house is still freezing so I know the power hasn’t come back on yet. I reach into my coat pocket to get my cell phone. This is the perfect time to call and tell my wife and tell her that I got stranded at Dahlia's house. I know I should have done this last night, but I was laying down the foundation for what I hope will be a hot steamy booty call. I have known Leslie for so long and have enough respect for her that she can become one of my regulars. I start to dial my home number and my phone powers down. The battery died and with no way to charge it, I slip it back into my coat pocket. Maybe that's for the best. This way she won’t be calling me every 5 minutes to see what I'm doing, who I'm with, asking when I think I can make it home. I climb out of bed to see what Leslie is up to.
LESLIE
I can't believe my eyes as I peer out the small square window at the top of the metal front door. The snow is piled half-way up preventing me from opening it. There is no way for any cars to navigate down the roads because they are covered in dirty snow and tree branches. I have never seen a storm cause this much destruction in all the years I have lived in Buffalo. I am in awe of the damage that it has caused in such a short period of time. There is no way that I am flying out of anywhere tonight, so I decide to call and check on Lincoln. I know that he was not fazed by this terrific storm, but I also know that he will be worried about me. I hear movement and realize that Kendrick is up. I continue to look out the window at people trying to dig their cars out from under tree branches and snow. There are a couple of kids wandering down the street with shovels, no doubt trying to make a couple extra dollars by helping their neighbors. I am just about to go open a window to offer them a little money and a cup of hot chocolate to dig a path out from the front door, when I feel his presence behind me. I don't want to turn around because my heartbeat has accelerated just smelling the scent of his locks. I hear him breathing. He moves closer and my feet won’t move. I am paralyzed. He whispers,
"Good morning." His hoarse morning voice makes me lick my lips, but I don't respond. What if he can read my mind? His hands have found their way around my waist. They are resting at the top of my jeans. He eases his hands into the opening and pushes my legs apart. He holds on to the heat between my legs and I am biting my lip to keep from moaning, to keep from telling him that this is wrong. He is kissing my ear and tells me that he has wanted this for so long. That he could barely contain himself last night so close to my warmth because the scent from my skin was so tantalizing. I feel his forefinger probing inside my slick walls as he begins to stir me. He uses his unoccupied had to push my jeans down around my ankles, then tells me to step out. I don't hesitate to comply and he kicks them to the side. He hasn't stop stirring me and I hear the rattle of a wrapper behind me. I know that he is sheathing himself to enter me. The anticipation of what's to come has me winding onto his fingers. I hear a muffled expletive fall from his lips as he rests the head of his dick against my dripping wet heat. He enters me rough and I can't stay quiet any longer. As soon as I part my lips, the moans float out like a song that I have been dying to sing. He is aggressive from the beginning. No slow and sexy foreplay. He pushes me close to the door and presses my face and breasts against the cold metal. The shock of the cold has my pebble-like nipples aching. It is the most exhilarating feeling having my breasts pressed to the cold door and the heat from Kendrick inside of me. I’m on the verge of exploding when he stops, turns me around and looks me dead in my eyes.
"Tell me I'm better,” he whispers. I just look at him without opening my mouth. I refuse to play that game with him. He repeats himself and I shake my head no. Then he lowers himself in front of me and lifts my right leg onto his left shoulder. He licks my swollen clit, flicking his tongue in a rapid motion that has my legs quivering and threatening to give out. I try to move his head away, but he won’t allow it. Instead, he shakes his face over that part of my body that is reserved for a lover's touch. I beg him to stop but he doesn't relent, so I say the one thing that gets his attention. I pant in a hoarse voice that I want to taste him. I ask him to let me lick my juices off him. He stands and takes me to the couch, and I push him into the sitting position and place a pillow on the floor to cushion my knees. I tease the tip with a kiss, then bury my face in his lap until he is calling my name.
KENDRICK
Man, I underestimated myself. I thought getting her would take a week. I'm too good at this.
KENDRICK
I can't believe my luck. Sexy ass Leslie Hayes was moving in with my favorite cousin Dahlia. She used to have a thing for me, but we never got a chance to explore it. Next thing I know, time passed and she was always talking about her perfect man. Mr. Perfect isn't looking so good now that he spends most of his time on the road, Dahlia has mentioned to me over conversation. He left the door open for a player like myself to come on in and pick up the pieces. You see, she probably don't even see that he has abandoned her and her needs. That's because she’s so used to going home to that empty apartment alone. Now that she is going to be staying with Dahlia, I'll remind her why she was born a woman. That she needs that immediate affection her man is unable to give due to his constant absence. While he is playing the role of a good man working to build them a future, I’m going to make sure his woman doesn't get rusty in bed. As a matter of fact, the more that I think about it the more I realize that I will be doing ole' boy a favor. So, if moving these boxes is what I have to do to get another step closer to Leslie, then that's a small task compared to the work that I'm going to have her putting in.
The snow hasn't let up at all. Bernard and I have moved all the boxes from the back of the truck and into the house while Leslie and Dahlia stayed warm on the inside and unpacked her things. By the time we had reloaded the truck, lighting started streaking across the dark cloudy sky. I knew that I wasn't going to no storage center and unloading shit and I said as much when I went back in.
"There ain’t no way that you’re going make it to the storage place tonight Leslie." I say while watching them attempt to put her California king size bed together.
"What am I going to do about the moving truck?"
"Call them. They see the weather out there and it's not getting any better. Has anyone checked the weather report?" I ask sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.
"No. We have to check it in the living room. I have to buy splitter to run the cable into this bedroom," says Dahlia as she heads for the living room with Leslie and me following behind. We watch the news where they advise for unnecessary travel to be limited. Almost immediately, Bernard says that he’s out. He wants to try and make it somewhere warm before it gets too bad to drive. I knew that he meant in-between some warm thighs, so I slap him up and tell him that I'll call him tomorrow when I wake up. Leslie and Dahlia tell him to be safe as he leaves.
"I guess I should call the moving truck company." Leslie gets up to retrieve the cordless. However, the line was dead.
"Damn, the storm must have knocked out the phone lines,” she says then retrieves her cell phone from her purse to leave a message.
“They probably left for the night when they saw this storm coming through.”
“Yeah, you're probably right. I wonder if it’s going to let up by the morning,” she says to no one in particular.
"I doubt it. You will most likely have the day off work. At least this way you can get the rest of your things set up," I say moving to sit next to her on the couch.
“I’m only scheduled to work half a day and I'm supposed to be going to meet Lincoln in New York City tomorrow night. My flight leaves Buffalo Niagara International Airport at 7pm," she states folding her legs under her to sit Indian style on the couch. My eyes go to the spot between her legs and I think about Bernard being knee deep in some fine woman tonight. I wonder what my chances are with Leslie, but I doubt that anything will happen. She got her man fresh on her mind and the weather is going to keep them apart this time, not his neglect. I have to wait until he messes up or she is feeling lonely. Shouldn't take me more than a week, I'm thinking when she asks.
“Where the hell did Devine disappear to?”
“Don’t know. I think she went to the bathroom." I get up and head to the kitchen to heat up my food. The munchies and moving all that furniture have me feeling as though my ribs are touching my back. Dahlia comes in the living room just as the microwave goes off signaling that my food is done. She is wearing an over coat and winter boots wheeling her small workbag behind her.
“I know you ain't headed to work in this mess!" I shout taking a bite of my pizza.
“You damn right that's where I'm headed. Lace called shortly after she left and said that the club was packed with men using the storm as an excuse not to go home. Claiming that they are stuck at work until the storm lets up. So being the businesswoman that I am, I’m headed to the office," she replies while checking her make up in the mirror behind the couch.
“Devine, you can't go out there in this. That's crazy!" yells Leslie.
“Girl, I’ll be fine. I will take the streets and I promise to go real slow, too. I’ll call your cell phone as soon as I get there," Dahlia says on her way to the door. Then she turns and looks at me.
“You headed home to the wife and kids, cuz?” She asks this with a smirk on her face, like she was reading my mind.
“I’m not going anywhere before I finish eating. I earned this meal," I tell her while cleaning the meat off the bone of the chicken wing I was holding.
“Uh huh...I hear you," is all she says before walking out the door. I can tell she knows what’s up by the look she gives me. Why would she bring my wife and kids up? Now, they are at the forefront of Leslie’s thoughts alongside her man. I finish my food and see Leslie on the couch glued to the TV watching her hopes for going to New York going down the drain.
“So is there anything else I can help you with tonight?"
“No, I'm good. You should probably go on home before you can't leave," she says, not even looking away from the flat- screen mounted on the wall.
“At least let me help you set up your bed before I head out. This way you can worry in the comfort of your own bed," I reply and give her a half smile.
“Is it that obvious?" she asks, finally looking up to meet my gaze.
“Yeah it is. I don't want you up all night worried about if I made it home safe without being comfortable."
“Puh-lease. Ain’t nobody worried about you Kendrick, but you can help me finish getting that bed up. After the day that I've had I need a good night’s sleep," she says over her shoulder, heading toward her new bedroom. I watch her luscious hips sway as I follow close behind.
We are busy assembling her bed when the wind starts shaking the windows. We both jump at a loud cracking sound that comes from directly outside her bedroom window. She is so startled that she drops the metal part of the bed frame she is holding right onto her left foot.
“MOTHERFUCKER!" she shouts, holding onto her foot and hopping around the room. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I escort her over to a chair in the corner, and sit her down before she feels how her body bouncing against mine is affecting me.
“It’s going to be ok." I try to console her. I look up and she is crying.
“It hurts that bad?" I ask, concerned now.
“What do you think?" she asks snatching her foot out my grasp. She starts to rub at the pain.
“Let me rub it for you," I tell her and take her foot back in my hands.
“What was that sound anyway?" she asks. I walk over to the window and pull back the curtain. I can barely see with all the snow blowing around. Then I spot a huge branch from the tree that sits out front lying on the ground. I relay this information to her. Then I come back to sit in front of her.
“I’m sorry. It has just been a long couple of days with the moving, the warden at work, Lincoln being displaced, this storm, and now my damned foot. I promise I'm not having a break down." She was rambling as I was massaging her foot and calf. She didn’t swat my hand away and I took that as a good sign. She trusted me and was allowing me to comfort her.
“Why don't you take a shower it’ll make you feel better. I'll finish putting up the bed." I tell her as I help her to her feet.
“Shouldn’t you get going?"
“I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon." Our eyes meet. She just nods after a few minutes.
“Unless I make you uncomfortable,” I add.
“ Of course you don’t,” she says, looking away from me. Leslie continues, “You're right. I think I will feel better after I have showered. Don't worry about the bed though I will just sleep on the mattress and box spring for tonight." She turns and walks with a little limp towards her bathroom. I watch her walk away, thinking of the possibilities that the night may have in store.
Ignoring her request to leave it alone, I busy myself putting up her bed. I need to stay occupied so that I don't walk in there and ask her if she needs help washing her back. As I finish the bed, my cell vibrates and I cringe, thinking that it is my wife. When I check the caller ID, it’s the number to The Redd Rooster Inn. I pick up and tell Dahlia that I am still at her place and will stay until the storm dies down. She doesn't sound surprised. I assure her that Leslie is alright and in the shower. I also promise that I will relay the message to Leslie that she made it to the club safely, since Leslie has a tendency to worry. I tell Dahlia about Leslie’s crying and I explain what happened. She tells me that it’s more than that because Leslie carries a lot inside and sometimes it’s that one thing that breaks the camel’s back. Dahlia ends the call saying that she will call back on her break. I let her know she should wait until tomorrow to talk to Leslie, since I had set up the bed and was going to suggest that Leslie call it a night. She just laughed and told me to be careful because one day my doggish ways would catch up to me, then ended the call without saying bye.
The lights flicker and go out as I am sitting on the couch watching for weather updates. I know that Leslie has finished her shower because I heard the water turn off over 10 minutes ago.
"Leslie, you Ok in there?" I call out to her.
"Yeah," she says and comes out in a night gown and robe, which cause an instant headache. Not the head sitting on top of my shoulders either. It’s not even a sexy, silky night gown, just grey cotton with little blue flowers all over it. It has spaghetti straps that don’t do much to cover up her full breasts and stops mid-thigh. The robe is the same color grey as her gown and a couple sizes big for her, and she smelled absolutely edible.
"What are you wearing?" I ask as I appreciate her standing in front of me. My eyes openly roam over her body and her nipples perk up right before my eyes. It must have made her feel uncomfortable because she closed her robe and tightened it around her full waist before she spoke.
"What. My night clothes?" She choked out.
"No. What kind of soap did you use?" I ask, my stare still all over her body.
"Lever 2000," She stated simply.
"That's not what I smell that’s making my mouth water," I say moving toward her body to smell her neck.
"It's apricot body gel. What happened to the lights?" she asks, taking a step back.
"Power outage. The power lines are going down all over the city. I was just watching the news and they were talking about that before the room went black."
"I hope that Devine is alright," she replies, concern evident in her voice.
"She called while you were in the shower. She made it to work and said that she will call you when she can."
"Maybe I should call to see if the power went out there," she says and moves around me towards her room. She pauses when she sees the bed up.
"I think you should wait for her to call back. She sounded busy," I say close to her ear.
"Oh. Okay then," she answers, staring at her phone like she is contemplating her next move.
"Well, I will go and get comfortable on the couch unless you are afraid of the dark and want me to keep you company," I state cutting into the silence.
"I'm not afraid of the dark, Kendrick." On that note, I turn to leave the room. I don't want to come on too strong because she will become uncomfortable around me. I want her to trust me and allow me in.
"Thanks for setting the bed up," Leslie says as I'm walking out the door.
"I'm at your service. Just let me know what you need and I got it," I reply. Then I close the door. Whatever you need, I think as I make my way down the dark hall.
LESLIE
It sounds as though there is a freight train coming through the house. The tree branches breaking outside my window sound like firecrackers going off in spurts. I am shivering from being scared in addition to be cold due to the freezing temperature that has seized the apartment since the electricity went out.
I wonder what the hell Kendrick is doing. What if he left? I wouldn't blame him. I'm sure he would much rather be stuck with his wife than with me. I jump a little at the sound of light knocking on my new bedroom door.
"Come in," I call out. Kendrick walks in wearing his coat, hat, and pink gloves.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't frozen solid in here," he says, then turns and pushes in a large metal object on wheels.
"What is that?" I ask, sitting up a little and wrapping myself tightly in my blankets trying unsuccessfully to ward off the cold air.
"Space heater," he says bringing it closer to the bed.
"There's no power, Kendrick," I state the obvious.
"I know that, Les. This is battery operated." He then switches it on and turns the dial all the way up.
"How many more does Devine have?" I inquire and inch closer to the small amount of heat being generated.
"None. This is all I found," he says looking at me. I feel naked compared to all the clothing that he has layered himself in.
"I guess we should share the bed then. Will you please bring me my coat and jeans?" I ask and he walks out the room without replying. He returns moments later with the items that I requested. I slide my coat over my robe, then slip into my jeans. I don't bother to button them. I have to suck everything thing in to get into my jeans and I don't want to be any more uncomfortable then I already am. After I have dressed myself in layers to match Kendrick's attire, he leaves the room once again. This time, he returns with four extra blankets. He then lies all the blankets over the top sheet and blanket that I have to cover me up. Next, he climbs into bed beside me. We just lie there silently for a while. I listen to the sound of him breathing, hoping it will help me find sleep. That always worked when I was in bed with Lincoln. I think that is the problem. This man made my body react to him. Now here we are lying in bed with one another. It's not in a sexual way, but I feel this sexually charged energy bouncing between us. I wonder why he is so quiet and I feel the need to say something.
"Do you always wear pink gloves?" I ask turning in his direction.
"I found them while looking through Devine's things for extra blankets," he says turning toward me.
"Wow. I have never heard you refer to her as Devine before."
"Well, the other things I found reminded me of what it is my cousin does when she leaves out those doors. Those were Devine's things, not my little cousin Dahlia’s," he responded sounding a little tense, so I shifted the conversation.
"I wish I had my gloves," I said inching towards his body heat. He let me lay on the side of the bed closer to the heater, but the warmth coming from his body was so inviting. He takes the gloves off his hands and places them on mine.
"Thank you," I whisper. Then he does something that sends a different type of chill down my spine. He has moved closer to me and he unzips my coat and wraps his arms around my shivering body. I follow his lead, part his already open jacket and wrap my arms around his solid frame.
I don't know what time it is when I wake up. All I see is that the sun has risen and the light streaming through the partially open blinds is casting a beautiful glow across his mocha skin. His dreads are lying across my shoulder and I inhale the scent of coconut oil off his immaculately manicured mane. I nuzzle up to the base of his throat. I must have fallen asleep listen to the sound of his heartbeat. As I ease away from his heat, it all comes back why I am lying in bed with a man that is not my own. The cold air smacks me back to reality and I wrap my arms across my chest and sprint to the bathroom to empty my bladder. The toilet seat is so cold when I sit down that it causes me to jump a little. Once I have finished, I go the sink and wash my hands without bothering to look up in the mirror. I don’t want to see guilty eyes looking back at me. Should I feel guilt? Kendrick is just my friend. Nothing even happened. I mean, I am human and he is a very attractive man. I just have to pull myself together. Otherwise, my new living arrangements could prove to be dangerous.
KENDRICK
I woke up with Leslie no longer in my arms. It felt good lying next to her. Too good. The sun is up so we made it through the night. However, the house is still freezing so I know the power hasn’t come back on yet. I reach into my coat pocket to get my cell phone. This is the perfect time to call and tell my wife and tell her that I got stranded at Dahlia's house. I know I should have done this last night, but I was laying down the foundation for what I hope will be a hot steamy booty call. I have known Leslie for so long and have enough respect for her that she can become one of my regulars. I start to dial my home number and my phone powers down. The battery died and with no way to charge it, I slip it back into my coat pocket. Maybe that's for the best. This way she won’t be calling me every 5 minutes to see what I'm doing, who I'm with, asking when I think I can make it home. I climb out of bed to see what Leslie is up to.
LESLIE
I can't believe my eyes as I peer out the small square window at the top of the metal front door. The snow is piled half-way up preventing me from opening it. There is no way for any cars to navigate down the roads because they are covered in dirty snow and tree branches. I have never seen a storm cause this much destruction in all the years I have lived in Buffalo. I am in awe of the damage that it has caused in such a short period of time. There is no way that I am flying out of anywhere tonight, so I decide to call and check on Lincoln. I know that he was not fazed by this terrific storm, but I also know that he will be worried about me. I hear movement and realize that Kendrick is up. I continue to look out the window at people trying to dig their cars out from under tree branches and snow. There are a couple of kids wandering down the street with shovels, no doubt trying to make a couple extra dollars by helping their neighbors. I am just about to go open a window to offer them a little money and a cup of hot chocolate to dig a path out from the front door, when I feel his presence behind me. I don't want to turn around because my heartbeat has accelerated just smelling the scent of his locks. I hear him breathing. He moves closer and my feet won’t move. I am paralyzed. He whispers,
"Good morning." His hoarse morning voice makes me lick my lips, but I don't respond. What if he can read my mind? His hands have found their way around my waist. They are resting at the top of my jeans. He eases his hands into the opening and pushes my legs apart. He holds on to the heat between my legs and I am biting my lip to keep from moaning, to keep from telling him that this is wrong. He is kissing my ear and tells me that he has wanted this for so long. That he could barely contain himself last night so close to my warmth because the scent from my skin was so tantalizing. I feel his forefinger probing inside my slick walls as he begins to stir me. He uses his unoccupied had to push my jeans down around my ankles, then tells me to step out. I don't hesitate to comply and he kicks them to the side. He hasn't stop stirring me and I hear the rattle of a wrapper behind me. I know that he is sheathing himself to enter me. The anticipation of what's to come has me winding onto his fingers. I hear a muffled expletive fall from his lips as he rests the head of his dick against my dripping wet heat. He enters me rough and I can't stay quiet any longer. As soon as I part my lips, the moans float out like a song that I have been dying to sing. He is aggressive from the beginning. No slow and sexy foreplay. He pushes me close to the door and presses my face and breasts against the cold metal. The shock of the cold has my pebble-like nipples aching. It is the most exhilarating feeling having my breasts pressed to the cold door and the heat from Kendrick inside of me. I’m on the verge of exploding when he stops, turns me around and looks me dead in my eyes.
"Tell me I'm better,” he whispers. I just look at him without opening my mouth. I refuse to play that game with him. He repeats himself and I shake my head no. Then he lowers himself in front of me and lifts my right leg onto his left shoulder. He licks my swollen clit, flicking his tongue in a rapid motion that has my legs quivering and threatening to give out. I try to move his head away, but he won’t allow it. Instead, he shakes his face over that part of my body that is reserved for a lover's touch. I beg him to stop but he doesn't relent, so I say the one thing that gets his attention. I pant in a hoarse voice that I want to taste him. I ask him to let me lick my juices off him. He stands and takes me to the couch, and I push him into the sitting position and place a pillow on the floor to cushion my knees. I tease the tip with a kiss, then bury my face in his lap until he is calling my name.
KENDRICK
Man, I underestimated myself. I thought getting her would take a week. I'm too good at this.
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Love TORN Asunder
Love can give you the most exhilarating,
wonderful Highs at times…
Then there will be dives,
that will take all you have just to hold on....
Release April 30th 2011
Available on Kindle and Kindle on PC Now.
For a FREE Preview download sample on Kindle.
Love TORN Asunder will be available at Barnes and Noble by request, Barnes and Noble on-line, and Amazon.
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LESLIE
Lincoln and I have been playing phone tag lately. Ever since the storm in October, the damages have been arduous to repair. For both the city of Buffalo and for our relationship. Even our Wednesday night provocative phone play has been sporadic. I told myself that is was due to his constant absence, but I know it has more to do with my new found friendship with Kendrick. I am confused that I was able to cross that very thin line from friends to friends with benefits. I have become salacious since this affair began with Kendrick. Even when I'm not with him, I still limit the time that I spend talking to Lincoln for fear that he will recognize The betrayal in my voice or sense my unfaithfulness in my tone. I still love Lincoln. I know that may sound like a fallacy, but it is very true. I don't have a definition for what it is I feel for Kendrick. What I do know is that whatever I am feeling it is coming on fast and strong.
It's Friday and I know that Kendrick will be over sooner or later. He always comes over on Fridays with a fresh line up, looking so damn luscious. He will be dressed fly from head to toe. Although his style is different from Lincoln's suave sophistication, I like it on him. He always makes time for me. He would stay the weekend and leave on Sunday afternoon. We didn't do much because he didn't have a lot of extra money. I understood that he had kids to take care of so I didn't mind picking up the tab from time to time. He did what he could do. He always came up to my job so we could have lunch together. He would lay in the bed with me and cuddle. I loved that. Most men wanted space after sex, but Kendrick always wrapped me in his arms. I never wanted to have someone wrapped around me when I was sleeping. I loved the after sex snuggling, but when it was time to go to sleep, I wanted to be on my side of the bed and he on his. Kendrick wanted to be close. Even if I got out the bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, when I returned he would scoot close to my body heat, place his arm over my waist and his face close to my neck. The feel of his warm breath on my neck was oddly soothing for me. It made me feel wanted and attended to. He spent so much time at Devine's house that it made me wonder what was going on in his marriage. We never really discussed our personal lives, the people that we pledged our loyalties too. I guess it was easier that way. Whenever I begin to think that this affair is going too far, Devine reminds me that I will never know what Lincoln does when he is away from me. She says that he spends so much time away from home that he has to get his gratification from someone. When she used to say this, I would dismiss it telling her that Lincoln and I were in love. That he wants the type of love that he sees displayed by his parents. He wouldn't do that to me because that wasn't how he was raised. Now, I doubt my own words since it was so easy for me to fall in the arms of another man. It’s not just physical because I have some feelings for Kendrick. Why would I think that Lincoln would be any different?
Everyone that knows what is going on with Kendrick and me, thinks that I have lost my mind. My family, my friends. They make valid points that he shouldn’t to be trusted. He’s married and look what he’s doing to his wife. My family doesn't know of his marital status, but they know of my longtime relationship with Lincoln. I can’t tell my mother or my sister, but a few of my cousins know. I’m simply tired of being lonely. I’m not going to get too deep, but I am going to enjoy this while it lasts.
Love can give you the most exhilarating,
wonderful Highs at times…
Then there will be dives,
that will take all you have just to hold on....
Release April 30th 2011
Available on Kindle and Kindle on PC Now.
For a FREE Preview download sample on Kindle.
Love TORN Asunder will be available at Barnes and Noble by request, Barnes and Noble on-line, and Amazon.
Pre-Sale Available on my Web Site:
Literary Liz Writes
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No Shipping Cost will be added to this book per my website. That will be ON ME!
LESLIE
Lincoln and I have been playing phone tag lately. Ever since the storm in October, the damages have been arduous to repair. For both the city of Buffalo and for our relationship. Even our Wednesday night provocative phone play has been sporadic. I told myself that is was due to his constant absence, but I know it has more to do with my new found friendship with Kendrick. I am confused that I was able to cross that very thin line from friends to friends with benefits. I have become salacious since this affair began with Kendrick. Even when I'm not with him, I still limit the time that I spend talking to Lincoln for fear that he will recognize The betrayal in my voice or sense my unfaithfulness in my tone. I still love Lincoln. I know that may sound like a fallacy, but it is very true. I don't have a definition for what it is I feel for Kendrick. What I do know is that whatever I am feeling it is coming on fast and strong.
It's Friday and I know that Kendrick will be over sooner or later. He always comes over on Fridays with a fresh line up, looking so damn luscious. He will be dressed fly from head to toe. Although his style is different from Lincoln's suave sophistication, I like it on him. He always makes time for me. He would stay the weekend and leave on Sunday afternoon. We didn't do much because he didn't have a lot of extra money. I understood that he had kids to take care of so I didn't mind picking up the tab from time to time. He did what he could do. He always came up to my job so we could have lunch together. He would lay in the bed with me and cuddle. I loved that. Most men wanted space after sex, but Kendrick always wrapped me in his arms. I never wanted to have someone wrapped around me when I was sleeping. I loved the after sex snuggling, but when it was time to go to sleep, I wanted to be on my side of the bed and he on his. Kendrick wanted to be close. Even if I got out the bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, when I returned he would scoot close to my body heat, place his arm over my waist and his face close to my neck. The feel of his warm breath on my neck was oddly soothing for me. It made me feel wanted and attended to. He spent so much time at Devine's house that it made me wonder what was going on in his marriage. We never really discussed our personal lives, the people that we pledged our loyalties too. I guess it was easier that way. Whenever I begin to think that this affair is going too far, Devine reminds me that I will never know what Lincoln does when he is away from me. She says that he spends so much time away from home that he has to get his gratification from someone. When she used to say this, I would dismiss it telling her that Lincoln and I were in love. That he wants the type of love that he sees displayed by his parents. He wouldn't do that to me because that wasn't how he was raised. Now, I doubt my own words since it was so easy for me to fall in the arms of another man. It’s not just physical because I have some feelings for Kendrick. Why would I think that Lincoln would be any different?
Everyone that knows what is going on with Kendrick and me, thinks that I have lost my mind. My family, my friends. They make valid points that he shouldn’t to be trusted. He’s married and look what he’s doing to his wife. My family doesn't know of his marital status, but they know of my longtime relationship with Lincoln. I can’t tell my mother or my sister, but a few of my cousins know. I’m simply tired of being lonely. I’m not going to get too deep, but I am going to enjoy this while it lasts.
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Official Review for "Love TORN Asunder"
Courtesy Of Rhea Alexis Banks: Of Chi-Town Reading Circle & Reviewer for Matties Periodicals.
Wow....this is an intricately woven and emotionally engaging drama that keeps you totally engrossed!! Elizabeth Funderbirk has crafted a story that is action driven and chucked full of emotional tidal waves.
For me, it was also educational and tested my beliefs, convictions and confirmed the need for boundaries. "Love TORN Asunder" is comprised of a host of characters but each is essential in their roles as this author fluidly moves from one course to another. Leslie is the main character and the center of this thoroughly told story of her life, choices, deeds, deception and the effects of such on her and those that love her. Leslie is a steady and secure woman until an extended separation from the one she loves sends her traveling down a road lined with deception and manipulation cloaked in caring and friendship. With her feelings of loneliness, her allowing people to get in her ear thus head, she ventures down a road that up heaves her life in ways that could be detrimental to herself, to all that she has built and those that she loves.
"Love TORN Asunder" is a tale of choice that is a great conversational piece as it taps on so many actions and situations that we face in our everyday lives. I must commend this author on the way she penned this story in the voices of each character as they took the forefront at their given times. Ms. Funderbirk did an excellent job in developing these characters and with their own voices. In doing so, it lead to an interesting read that kept me totally engrossed and anxious to "hear" what happened next....YES, I said hear as this book reads as if the characters are each telling their own stories. TORN is an on-point depiction of this book and what can become of its effects as it is thought provoking, trying, full of personal growth and acceptance. Chi-Town Reading Circle and I have fully anticipated this book and it was well worth the wait. By the way "Love TORN Asunder" ended, I know there has to be more and I am fully anticipating it as well.... it took everything in me not to contact this author and ask just a few questions.
For her first time out the gate, she did an exceptional job and I can assure you that she will be around for a long time to come producing this kind of work. Kudos to Elizabeth Funderbirk for a story well told!! I give this premier novel 5 stars easily.
by: Rhea Alexis M. Banks
Chi-Town Reading Circle
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Wow....this is an intricately woven and emotionally engaging drama that keeps you totally engrossed!! Elizabeth Funderbirk has crafted a story that is action driven and chucked full of emotional tidal waves.
For me, it was also educational and tested my beliefs, convictions and confirmed the need for boundaries. "Love TORN Asunder" is comprised of a host of characters but each is essential in their roles as this author fluidly moves from one course to another. Leslie is the main character and the center of this thoroughly told story of her life, choices, deeds, deception and the effects of such on her and those that love her. Leslie is a steady and secure woman until an extended separation from the one she loves sends her traveling down a road lined with deception and manipulation cloaked in caring and friendship. With her feelings of loneliness, her allowing people to get in her ear thus head, she ventures down a road that up heaves her life in ways that could be detrimental to herself, to all that she has built and those that she loves.
"Love TORN Asunder" is a tale of choice that is a great conversational piece as it taps on so many actions and situations that we face in our everyday lives. I must commend this author on the way she penned this story in the voices of each character as they took the forefront at their given times. Ms. Funderbirk did an excellent job in developing these characters and with their own voices. In doing so, it lead to an interesting read that kept me totally engrossed and anxious to "hear" what happened next....YES, I said hear as this book reads as if the characters are each telling their own stories. TORN is an on-point depiction of this book and what can become of its effects as it is thought provoking, trying, full of personal growth and acceptance. Chi-Town Reading Circle and I have fully anticipated this book and it was well worth the wait. By the way "Love TORN Asunder" ended, I know there has to be more and I am fully anticipating it as well.... it took everything in me not to contact this author and ask just a few questions.
For her first time out the gate, she did an exceptional job and I can assure you that she will be around for a long time to come producing this kind of work. Kudos to Elizabeth Funderbirk for a story well told!! I give this premier novel 5 stars easily.
by: Rhea Alexis M. Banks
Chi-Town Reading Circle
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Suspense, Drama, Romance, Lust & Loyalty..... ALL of this and MORE in one NOVEL by Literary Liz!
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Love TORN Asunder.... Is a twisting Drama told in the voices of 5 very different characters (Leslie, Lincoln, Kendrick, Devine, and Her). In this real tale of Lust overruling Love, you will be invoked with emotions as you read a book that plays out like a movie and might have you talking back to the pages, in anger or in sympathy.
I recommend "Love TORN Asunder" to Groups and Book Clubs, it will absolutely insight a fevered conversation. Perfect read for those that are no stranger to relationship interference. Woman and Men that have dealt with cheating. There is nothing missing in this is Gripping and Sensual read.
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Love TORN Asunder.... Is a twisting Drama told in the voices of 5 very different characters (Leslie, Lincoln, Kendrick, Devine, and Her). In this real tale of Lust overruling Love, you will be invoked with emotions as you read a book that plays out like a movie and might have you talking back to the pages, in anger or in sympathy.
I recommend "Love TORN Asunder" to Groups and Book Clubs, it will absolutely insight a fevered conversation. Perfect read for those that are no stranger to relationship interference. Woman and Men that have dealt with cheating. There is nothing missing in this is Gripping and Sensual read.
Author/Writer/Blogger Elizabeth Funderbirk's Debut novel is receiving AWESOME reviews.... Get your copy NOW on her website "Literary Liz Writes" www.LiteraryLiz.com, and ensure that YOUR review is posted ...NEXT!
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Teaser of CHAPTER 15 "Love TORN Asunder" ....Suspense, Drama, Romance, Lust & Loyalty.
Teaser of CHAPTER 15 "Love TORN Asunder" ....Suspense, Drama, Romance, Lust & Loyalty.
CHAPTER 15
HER
Kendrick has been spending a lot of time at home. He even spent Thanksgiving with me and the kids although he usually celebrated it with his family, and I went with mine. It was nice us spending it together, but he is getting antsy. I have been trying to do my best to accommodate him by allowing Bernard over without a lot of fuss. I know that this isn’t going to last long. Ever since we went to that blues lounge, The Indigo, he has been even more on edge than usual. I thought it was strange for him to invite me out without me having to push him. The last time he was so accommodating was the last time I caught him cheating on me. We had taken a cruise to the Bahamas with a group of friends. I’d paid for the trip because I just wanted to spend time with Kendrick without his friends around. I’d wanted to let him know that I would do anything for him and this marriage. Kendrick and I just couldn’t get it right. My oldest son, Robert, had moved out about a year a half ago and I became severely depressed after that. No one understood. My family said that I had chosen Kendrick over my own son. Kendrick is my husband and Robert, my first-born. Robert is an adult though and the things that he was accusing Kendrick of couldn’t have been possible. He wouldn’t have disrespected me like that in our house. I knew Kendrick did things that a husband shouldn’t do in a marriage, but he would not bring those things to my home. A year and a half ago was when I started detaching myself from Kendrick’s indiscretions.
Robert and I came home from the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon. Robert started unloading the groceries from the trunk of my car and taking them in the house while I gathered my daughter, Rayne. I was walking through the garage to the back door when I heard the commotion. I picked up my pace and when I entered the kitchen I could tell that it was coming from upstairs. I secured Rayne in her high chair in the kitchen and raced to the hallway. I stood at the bottom of the staircase and watched Robert and Kendrick attack one another. I didn’t know what to do. I was planted in that spot and couldn’t find my voice. Robert’s girlfriend Emma was shouting at them to stop, that they were acting like fools. I agreed but I couldn’t talk. She looked at me asked if I was going to do anything? Was I going to get Robert off Kendrick? I couldn’t move. My baby began crying in the kitchen and I still couldn’t move. Out of nowhere, Reggie came bounding through the front door and up the stairs. He pried them apart after a few tries. Robert was staring down at me, breathing hard, nostrils flared. The glare on his face made tears spring to my eyes and burn a trail down my cheeks. He turned his anger toward my husband, demanded that he leave and told Emma to do the same. Robert was pushing her down the stairs, one step at a time. The tears impaired my vision, which made everything blurry.
“Mom! What are you going to do about this?” I heard him but I couldn’t answer. What could I say?
“Are you going to let him stay here after this shit? He has always been a cheater, but I know you’re not going to let him get away with this!” Robert yelled, demanding answers. My lungs were burning from holding my breath. “He was fucking Emma in my room, Mom. He’s sleeping with my girlfriend under your roof!” His voice boomed throughout the house, the sound echoing inside my head. “Mom?”
I could hear Kendrick telling him to calm down and to stop raising his voice in his house. “So you’re really not going to say anything, are you? You’re just going to look the other way again? Even though this time he didn’t just fuck you over he fucked me too!” My son said those words to me, and that was the last time we stayed under the same roof.
After some time, I made sure that Robert was settled into an apartment. It took a lot of doing since he didn’t want to speak with me and I couldn’t blame him. When things sort of fell in order, I planned the cruise. It was a five-day, four-night event. By night three, he was antsy. He couldn’t even keep it together on a boat in the middle of the ocean. One evening while I was in the shower, he left the room. I knew that he was up to something. He kept trying to get me involved in an activity to keep me busy so he could get away, but I wasn’t falling for that. I stayed stuck to his side, until I went to take a shower that is. I got out of the shower and wrapped the new robe that he purchased for this trip around my body. I then called everyone that we came with on the cruise to see if had hooked up with any of them. No one had seen or talked to him since we left after dinner. I had an idea of where he might be, but I just didn’t want to believe that he would embarrass me like this with all these people to witness it. I went straight to Barbara’s room. She was the sister of one of my friends that came along. She was exactly what Kendrick liked. She had light skin and big breasts. She was very cute, so the sight of him being friendly with her made my insecurities rise. She and Kendrick had been a little too friendly for the first couple of days. My stomach was in knots and I had a bad feeling about the whole thing as I got closer to her suite. When I made it to the door, I just listened at first. I could hear him inside laughing with her. Why would he do this shit here? Why now? I knocked. They became quiet, so I knocked again, louder. Then louder. Nothing.
“I heard y’all in there and I am not leaving until you send my husband out here, Barbara.” I heard movement. Then there was nothing. I stood there for ten damn minutes then knocked on the door to the next cabin. A woman tentatively opened the door. I asked her if I could borrow a chair. She kindly brought one out to me without question. I’m sure she could hear what was going on through the thin walls. At that point, I didn’t care anymore. He’d already made me look like a fool for pulling this so why should I give a fuck? I sat there, arms folded, in the middle of the hallway on the cruise that I paid for to bring us closer together. He waited another fifteen minutes before he showed his face. He came out and all he could say was a pathetic “I’m sorry”. He took me by the arm lifted me from the chair and escorted me back to our room. He didn’t say anything about what happened and foolishly, neither did I. He made love to me as soon as we got back to our suite, while I cried.
I have that same feeling that I had that night on the cruise, the knots in my stomach that I had at The Indigo. Now Kendrick is in the shower preparing to go to Dahlia’s house. What he doesn’t know is that I’m going too. He is not about to leave me in this house tonight while he runs the damn streets. I know that my husband has needs that I’m not always willing to fulfill. I’m tired! I deal with a five-year-old autistic child all day long and a sixteen-year-old with raging hormones, who is driving me crazy to drive my car. My day begins with me taking Rayne to the center that provides classes with other children like her and support counseling for the parents, which Kendrick refuses to attend. I believe he is under the impression that if he doesn’t acknowledge it then it isn’t true. Therefore, Rayne and I don’t get the support that we desperately need and deserve from her father, my husband. When I do return home he’s not there and by the off chance that he is, he is in our bedroom asleep or watching porno DVD’s. He doesn’t come to help me. He doesn’t come out to spend time with our daughter. There is laundry that needs to be done, dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning up after my little angel. Then Reggie is home. After talking to him about his day, checking to see if he completed his homework, then carpooling him and four other rowdy teenagers to football practice, I get home and start dinner. By the time dinner is ready, Reggie is home from football practice. After all is said and done at the end of the day, everyone is bathed and sleeping soundly in their beds. Believe me there is so much more that happens before I head off to bed for the night. I just don’t have the energy to be a porn star for Kendrick after all that.
He finally emerges from the bathroom dressed head to toe in black and smelling of cologne that I didn’t purchase. Kendrick is so tight with a dollar that I know he didn’t buy it for himself. He sees me sitting on our queen size bed,
dressed and ready to go.
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CHAPTER 15
HER
Kendrick has been spending a lot of time at home. He even spent Thanksgiving with me and the kids although he usually celebrated it with his family, and I went with mine. It was nice us spending it together, but he is getting antsy. I have been trying to do my best to accommodate him by allowing Bernard over without a lot of fuss. I know that this isn’t going to last long. Ever since we went to that blues lounge, The Indigo, he has been even more on edge than usual. I thought it was strange for him to invite me out without me having to push him. The last time he was so accommodating was the last time I caught him cheating on me. We had taken a cruise to the Bahamas with a group of friends. I’d paid for the trip because I just wanted to spend time with Kendrick without his friends around. I’d wanted to let him know that I would do anything for him and this marriage. Kendrick and I just couldn’t get it right. My oldest son, Robert, had moved out about a year a half ago and I became severely depressed after that. No one understood. My family said that I had chosen Kendrick over my own son. Kendrick is my husband and Robert, my first-born. Robert is an adult though and the things that he was accusing Kendrick of couldn’t have been possible. He wouldn’t have disrespected me like that in our house. I knew Kendrick did things that a husband shouldn’t do in a marriage, but he would not bring those things to my home. A year and a half ago was when I started detaching myself from Kendrick’s indiscretions.
Robert and I came home from the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon. Robert started unloading the groceries from the trunk of my car and taking them in the house while I gathered my daughter, Rayne. I was walking through the garage to the back door when I heard the commotion. I picked up my pace and when I entered the kitchen I could tell that it was coming from upstairs. I secured Rayne in her high chair in the kitchen and raced to the hallway. I stood at the bottom of the staircase and watched Robert and Kendrick attack one another. I didn’t know what to do. I was planted in that spot and couldn’t find my voice. Robert’s girlfriend Emma was shouting at them to stop, that they were acting like fools. I agreed but I couldn’t talk. She looked at me asked if I was going to do anything? Was I going to get Robert off Kendrick? I couldn’t move. My baby began crying in the kitchen and I still couldn’t move. Out of nowhere, Reggie came bounding through the front door and up the stairs. He pried them apart after a few tries. Robert was staring down at me, breathing hard, nostrils flared. The glare on his face made tears spring to my eyes and burn a trail down my cheeks. He turned his anger toward my husband, demanded that he leave and told Emma to do the same. Robert was pushing her down the stairs, one step at a time. The tears impaired my vision, which made everything blurry.
“Mom! What are you going to do about this?” I heard him but I couldn’t answer. What could I say?
“Are you going to let him stay here after this shit? He has always been a cheater, but I know you’re not going to let him get away with this!” Robert yelled, demanding answers. My lungs were burning from holding my breath. “He was fucking Emma in my room, Mom. He’s sleeping with my girlfriend under your roof!” His voice boomed throughout the house, the sound echoing inside my head. “Mom?”
I could hear Kendrick telling him to calm down and to stop raising his voice in his house. “So you’re really not going to say anything, are you? You’re just going to look the other way again? Even though this time he didn’t just fuck you over he fucked me too!” My son said those words to me, and that was the last time we stayed under the same roof.
After some time, I made sure that Robert was settled into an apartment. It took a lot of doing since he didn’t want to speak with me and I couldn’t blame him. When things sort of fell in order, I planned the cruise. It was a five-day, four-night event. By night three, he was antsy. He couldn’t even keep it together on a boat in the middle of the ocean. One evening while I was in the shower, he left the room. I knew that he was up to something. He kept trying to get me involved in an activity to keep me busy so he could get away, but I wasn’t falling for that. I stayed stuck to his side, until I went to take a shower that is. I got out of the shower and wrapped the new robe that he purchased for this trip around my body. I then called everyone that we came with on the cruise to see if had hooked up with any of them. No one had seen or talked to him since we left after dinner. I had an idea of where he might be, but I just didn’t want to believe that he would embarrass me like this with all these people to witness it. I went straight to Barbara’s room. She was the sister of one of my friends that came along. She was exactly what Kendrick liked. She had light skin and big breasts. She was very cute, so the sight of him being friendly with her made my insecurities rise. She and Kendrick had been a little too friendly for the first couple of days. My stomach was in knots and I had a bad feeling about the whole thing as I got closer to her suite. When I made it to the door, I just listened at first. I could hear him inside laughing with her. Why would he do this shit here? Why now? I knocked. They became quiet, so I knocked again, louder. Then louder. Nothing.
“I heard y’all in there and I am not leaving until you send my husband out here, Barbara.” I heard movement. Then there was nothing. I stood there for ten damn minutes then knocked on the door to the next cabin. A woman tentatively opened the door. I asked her if I could borrow a chair. She kindly brought one out to me without question. I’m sure she could hear what was going on through the thin walls. At that point, I didn’t care anymore. He’d already made me look like a fool for pulling this so why should I give a fuck? I sat there, arms folded, in the middle of the hallway on the cruise that I paid for to bring us closer together. He waited another fifteen minutes before he showed his face. He came out and all he could say was a pathetic “I’m sorry”. He took me by the arm lifted me from the chair and escorted me back to our room. He didn’t say anything about what happened and foolishly, neither did I. He made love to me as soon as we got back to our suite, while I cried.
I have that same feeling that I had that night on the cruise, the knots in my stomach that I had at The Indigo. Now Kendrick is in the shower preparing to go to Dahlia’s house. What he doesn’t know is that I’m going too. He is not about to leave me in this house tonight while he runs the damn streets. I know that my husband has needs that I’m not always willing to fulfill. I’m tired! I deal with a five-year-old autistic child all day long and a sixteen-year-old with raging hormones, who is driving me crazy to drive my car. My day begins with me taking Rayne to the center that provides classes with other children like her and support counseling for the parents, which Kendrick refuses to attend. I believe he is under the impression that if he doesn’t acknowledge it then it isn’t true. Therefore, Rayne and I don’t get the support that we desperately need and deserve from her father, my husband. When I do return home he’s not there and by the off chance that he is, he is in our bedroom asleep or watching porno DVD’s. He doesn’t come to help me. He doesn’t come out to spend time with our daughter. There is laundry that needs to be done, dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning up after my little angel. Then Reggie is home. After talking to him about his day, checking to see if he completed his homework, then carpooling him and four other rowdy teenagers to football practice, I get home and start dinner. By the time dinner is ready, Reggie is home from football practice. After all is said and done at the end of the day, everyone is bathed and sleeping soundly in their beds. Believe me there is so much more that happens before I head off to bed for the night. I just don’t have the energy to be a porn star for Kendrick after all that.
He finally emerges from the bathroom dressed head to toe in black and smelling of cologne that I didn’t purchase. Kendrick is so tight with a dollar that I know he didn’t buy it for himself. He sees me sitting on our queen size bed,
dressed and ready to go.
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"Fresh Faces in Black Books." Feature on Author/Writer/Blogger- Elizabeth Funderbirk
Author: Elizabeth Funderbirk
Book title: Love TORN Asunder
Publisher: Emerald Star Press
African-American History Examiner (AAHE): What is your book about?
Elizabeth Funderbirk (EF): Love TORN Asunder, is a twisting drama centered around an adulterous affair. Trusts are broken, friendships are tested, and loyalty is questioned in this tangled web of deceit.
Leslie is a successful, beautiful woman with a dedicated man by her side. However, when an extended absence on her dream mans behave, makes her insecurities rise, her lustful choice to see if the grass is greener causes a domino effect in the lives of the five main characters.
Leslie will have to confess her sins and deal with the revelation that not everyone who claims to be your friend has your best interest at heart.
A scorned wife, a betrayed lover, a two timing Casanova, a bitter vamp, and flawed temptress…. will they find redemption at the end?
AAHE: How did you pick the topic for Love TORN Asunder?
EF: I wanted to write a novel that dealt with the dynamics of relationships. Not just the relationship between lovers but also, those we encounter in our everyday life. To really dive into the delicate balance it takes to navigate these bonds. The topic of an affair being the catalysis of this Novel was a perfect way for me to dissect all the people who are really affected by such an act. This in most cases extends further than the two parties involved. I believe that most of my novels will deal with Relationships
AAHE: How is Love TORN Asunder different from other books that cover the same or similar information?
EF: The topic of an affair is not new to the written word. This story is however unique because of the way I allow each charters the forefront to explain their side of the story. Each character is written in a definable voice that is their own. Although this story line is nothing new my delivery has its own presence. This story is fictional but written from a very real place, which is what makes it one of a kind.
AAHE: What do you like most about being an author?
EF: The freedom to express myself on my terms. To create a book that was not only relatable but also entertaining for the reader. I have wanted to be an author for some time. One thing or another stopped my progression. Now that I released the doubt from others and my own mind, I feel free in pursuing my dream. I had no idea what it meant to get a book published when I started this journey. Now that I am slowly tip toeing my way through the door, I know this is what I was meant to do. At the end of the day, I am proud of the small feats I have won along the way. Such as just completing my debut novel, then to have it actually available is a blessing that I cannot even describe. What I like most, is that I had a dream, I worked hard, made some wise choices, some not so much, but I can show my children that this is the reward for hard work. Accomplishment!
An excerpt of Love TORN Asunder:
CHAPTER 15
HER
Kendrick has been spending a lot of time at home. He even spent Thanksgiving with me and the kids although he usually celebrated it with his family, and I went with mine. It was nice us spending it together, but he is getting antsy. I have been trying to do my best to accommodate him by allowing Bernard over without a lot of fuss. I know that this isn’t going to last long. Ever since we went to that blues lounge, The Indigo, he has been even more on edge than usual. I thought it was strange for him to invite me out without me having to push him. The last time he was so accommodating was the last time I caught him cheating on me. We had taken a cruise to the Bahamas with a group of friends. I’d paid for the trip because I just wanted to spend time with Kendrick without his friends around. I’d wanted to let him know that I would do anything for him and this marriage. Kendrick and I just couldn’t get it right . My oldest son, Robert, had moved out about a year a half ago and I became severely depressed after that. No one understood. My family said that I had chosen Kendrick over my own son. Kendrick is my husband and Robert, my first-born. Robert is an adult though and the things that he was accusing Kendrick of couldn’t have been possible. He wouldn’t have disrespected me like that in our house. I knew Kendrick did things that a husband shouldn’t do in a marriage, but he would not bring those things to my home. A year and a half ago was when I started detaching myself from Kendrick’s indiscretions.
Robert and I came home from the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon. Robert started unloading the groceries from the trunk of my car and taking them in the house while I gathered my daughter, Rayne. I was walking through the garage to the back door when I heard the commotion. I picked up my pace and when I entered the kitchen I could tell that it was coming from upstairs. I s ecured Rayne in her high chair in the kitchen and raced to the hallway. I stood at the bottom of the staircase and watched Robert and Kendrick attack one another. I didn’t know what to do. I was planted in that spot and couldn’t find my voice. Robert’s girlfriend Emma was shouting at them to stop, that they were acting like fools. I agreed but I couldn’t talk. She looked at me asked if I was going to do anything? Was I going to get Robert off Kendrick? I couldn’t move. My baby began crying in the kitchen and I still couldn’t move. Out of nowhere, Reggie came bounding through the front door and up the stairs. He pried them apart after a few tries. Robert was staring down at me, breathing hard, nostrils flared. The glare on his face made tears spring to my eyes and burn a trail down my cheeks. He turned his anger to ward my husband, demanded that he leave and told Emma to do the same. Robert was pushing her down the stairs, one step at a time. The tears impaired my vision, which made everything blurry.
“Mom! What are you going to do about this?” I heard him but I couldn’t answer. What could I say?
“Are you going to let him stay here after this shit? He has always been a cheater, but I know you’re not going to let him get away with this!” Robert yelled, demanding answers. My lungs were burning from holding my breath. “He was fucking Emma in my room, Mom. He’s sleeping with my girlfriend under your roof!” His voice boomed throughout the house, the sound echoing inside my head. “Mom?”
I could hear Kendrick telling him to calm down and to stop raising his voice in his house. “So you’re really not going to say anything, are you? You’re just going to look the other way again? Even though this time he didn’t just fuck you over he fucked me too!” My son said those words to me, and that was the last time we stayed under the same roof.
After some time, I made sure that Robert was settled into an apartment. It too k a lot of doing since he didn’t want to speak with me and I couldn’t blame him. When things sort of fell in order, I planned the cruise. It was a five-day, four-night event. By night three, he was antsy. He couldn’t even keep it together on a boat in the middle of the ocean. One evening while I was in the shower, he left the room. I knew that he was up to something. He kept trying to get me involved in an activity to keep me busy so he could get away, but I wasn’t fall for that. I stayed stuck to his side, until I went to take a shower that is. I got out of the shower and wrapped the new robe that he purchased for this trip around my body. I then called everyone that we came with on the cruise to see if had hooked up with any of them. No one had seen or talked to him since we left after dinner. I had an idea of where he might be, but I just didn’t want to believe that he would embarrass me like this with all these people to witness it. I went straight to Barbara s room. She was the sister of one of my friends that came along. She was exactly what Kendrick liked. She had light skin and big breasts. She was very cute, so the sight of him being friendly with her made my insecurities rise. She and Kendrick had been a little too friendly for the first couple of days. My stomach was in knots and I had a bad feeling about the whole thing as I got closer to her suite. When I made it to the door, I just listened at first. I could hear him inside laughing with her. Why would he do this shit here? Why now? I knocked. They became quiet, so I knocked again, louder. Then Louder. Nothing.
“I heard y’all in there and I am not leaving until you send my husband out here, Barbara.” I heard movement. Then there was nothing. I stood there for ten damn minutes then knocked on the door to the next cabin. A woman tentatively opened the door. I asked her if I could borrow a chair. She kindly brought one out to me without question. I’m sure she coul d hear what was going on through the thin walls. At that point, I didn’t care anymore. He’d already made me look like a fool for pulling this so why should I give a fuck? I sat there, arms folded, in the middle of the hallway on the cruise that I paid for to bring us closer together. He waited another fifteen minutes before he showed his face. He came out and all he could say was a pathetic “I’m sorry”. He took me by the arm lifted me from the chair and escorted me back to our room. He didn’t say anything about what happened and foolishly, neither did I. He made love to me as soon as we got back to our suite, while I cried.
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Book title: Love TORN Asunder
Publisher: Emerald Star Press
African-American History Examiner (AAHE): What is your book about?
Elizabeth Funderbirk (EF): Love TORN Asunder, is a twisting drama centered around an adulterous affair. Trusts are broken, friendships are tested, and loyalty is questioned in this tangled web of deceit.
Leslie is a successful, beautiful woman with a dedicated man by her side. However, when an extended absence on her dream mans behave, makes her insecurities rise, her lustful choice to see if the grass is greener causes a domino effect in the lives of the five main characters.
Leslie will have to confess her sins and deal with the revelation that not everyone who claims to be your friend has your best interest at heart.
A scorned wife, a betrayed lover, a two timing Casanova, a bitter vamp, and flawed temptress…. will they find redemption at the end?
AAHE: How did you pick the topic for Love TORN Asunder?
EF: I wanted to write a novel that dealt with the dynamics of relationships. Not just the relationship between lovers but also, those we encounter in our everyday life. To really dive into the delicate balance it takes to navigate these bonds. The topic of an affair being the catalysis of this Novel was a perfect way for me to dissect all the people who are really affected by such an act. This in most cases extends further than the two parties involved. I believe that most of my novels will deal with Relationships
AAHE: How is Love TORN Asunder different from other books that cover the same or similar information?
EF: The topic of an affair is not new to the written word. This story is however unique because of the way I allow each charters the forefront to explain their side of the story. Each character is written in a definable voice that is their own. Although this story line is nothing new my delivery has its own presence. This story is fictional but written from a very real place, which is what makes it one of a kind.
AAHE: What do you like most about being an author?
EF: The freedom to express myself on my terms. To create a book that was not only relatable but also entertaining for the reader. I have wanted to be an author for some time. One thing or another stopped my progression. Now that I released the doubt from others and my own mind, I feel free in pursuing my dream. I had no idea what it meant to get a book published when I started this journey. Now that I am slowly tip toeing my way through the door, I know this is what I was meant to do. At the end of the day, I am proud of the small feats I have won along the way. Such as just completing my debut novel, then to have it actually available is a blessing that I cannot even describe. What I like most, is that I had a dream, I worked hard, made some wise choices, some not so much, but I can show my children that this is the reward for hard work. Accomplishment!
An excerpt of Love TORN Asunder:
CHAPTER 15
HER
Kendrick has been spending a lot of time at home. He even spent Thanksgiving with me and the kids although he usually celebrated it with his family, and I went with mine. It was nice us spending it together, but he is getting antsy. I have been trying to do my best to accommodate him by allowing Bernard over without a lot of fuss. I know that this isn’t going to last long. Ever since we went to that blues lounge, The Indigo, he has been even more on edge than usual. I thought it was strange for him to invite me out without me having to push him. The last time he was so accommodating was the last time I caught him cheating on me. We had taken a cruise to the Bahamas with a group of friends. I’d paid for the trip because I just wanted to spend time with Kendrick without his friends around. I’d wanted to let him know that I would do anything for him and this marriage. Kendrick and I just couldn’t get it right . My oldest son, Robert, had moved out about a year a half ago and I became severely depressed after that. No one understood. My family said that I had chosen Kendrick over my own son. Kendrick is my husband and Robert, my first-born. Robert is an adult though and the things that he was accusing Kendrick of couldn’t have been possible. He wouldn’t have disrespected me like that in our house. I knew Kendrick did things that a husband shouldn’t do in a marriage, but he would not bring those things to my home. A year and a half ago was when I started detaching myself from Kendrick’s indiscretions.
Robert and I came home from the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon. Robert started unloading the groceries from the trunk of my car and taking them in the house while I gathered my daughter, Rayne. I was walking through the garage to the back door when I heard the commotion. I picked up my pace and when I entered the kitchen I could tell that it was coming from upstairs. I s ecured Rayne in her high chair in the kitchen and raced to the hallway. I stood at the bottom of the staircase and watched Robert and Kendrick attack one another. I didn’t know what to do. I was planted in that spot and couldn’t find my voice. Robert’s girlfriend Emma was shouting at them to stop, that they were acting like fools. I agreed but I couldn’t talk. She looked at me asked if I was going to do anything? Was I going to get Robert off Kendrick? I couldn’t move. My baby began crying in the kitchen and I still couldn’t move. Out of nowhere, Reggie came bounding through the front door and up the stairs. He pried them apart after a few tries. Robert was staring down at me, breathing hard, nostrils flared. The glare on his face made tears spring to my eyes and burn a trail down my cheeks. He turned his anger to ward my husband, demanded that he leave and told Emma to do the same. Robert was pushing her down the stairs, one step at a time. The tears impaired my vision, which made everything blurry.
“Mom! What are you going to do about this?” I heard him but I couldn’t answer. What could I say?
“Are you going to let him stay here after this shit? He has always been a cheater, but I know you’re not going to let him get away with this!” Robert yelled, demanding answers. My lungs were burning from holding my breath. “He was fucking Emma in my room, Mom. He’s sleeping with my girlfriend under your roof!” His voice boomed throughout the house, the sound echoing inside my head. “Mom?”
I could hear Kendrick telling him to calm down and to stop raising his voice in his house. “So you’re really not going to say anything, are you? You’re just going to look the other way again? Even though this time he didn’t just fuck you over he fucked me too!” My son said those words to me, and that was the last time we stayed under the same roof.
After some time, I made sure that Robert was settled into an apartment. It too k a lot of doing since he didn’t want to speak with me and I couldn’t blame him. When things sort of fell in order, I planned the cruise. It was a five-day, four-night event. By night three, he was antsy. He couldn’t even keep it together on a boat in the middle of the ocean. One evening while I was in the shower, he left the room. I knew that he was up to something. He kept trying to get me involved in an activity to keep me busy so he could get away, but I wasn’t fall for that. I stayed stuck to his side, until I went to take a shower that is. I got out of the shower and wrapped the new robe that he purchased for this trip around my body. I then called everyone that we came with on the cruise to see if had hooked up with any of them. No one had seen or talked to him since we left after dinner. I had an idea of where he might be, but I just didn’t want to believe that he would embarrass me like this with all these people to witness it. I went straight to Barbara s room. She was the sister of one of my friends that came along. She was exactly what Kendrick liked. She had light skin and big breasts. She was very cute, so the sight of him being friendly with her made my insecurities rise. She and Kendrick had been a little too friendly for the first couple of days. My stomach was in knots and I had a bad feeling about the whole thing as I got closer to her suite. When I made it to the door, I just listened at first. I could hear him inside laughing with her. Why would he do this shit here? Why now? I knocked. They became quiet, so I knocked again, louder. Then Louder. Nothing.
“I heard y’all in there and I am not leaving until you send my husband out here, Barbara.” I heard movement. Then there was nothing. I stood there for ten damn minutes then knocked on the door to the next cabin. A woman tentatively opened the door. I asked her if I could borrow a chair. She kindly brought one out to me without question. I’m sure she coul d hear what was going on through the thin walls. At that point, I didn’t care anymore. He’d already made me look like a fool for pulling this so why should I give a fuck? I sat there, arms folded, in the middle of the hallway on the cruise that I paid for to bring us closer together. He waited another fifteen minutes before he showed his face. He came out and all he could say was a pathetic “I’m sorry”. He took me by the arm lifted me from the chair and escorted me back to our room. He didn’t say anything about what happened and foolishly, neither did I. He made love to me as soon as we got back to our suite, while I cried.
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In "Love TORN Asunder" you met five very real characters all telling their side of events that has them all tangled in a web a deceit. In the follow up Novel "The Bitter Sweet Conclusion", you will be immersed in the muddy waters that follow the storm!
LESLIE: Will have to come clean about all her sins one-way or the other, while laid in a hospital bed the gritty truth becomes known.
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KENDRICK: Male gigolo at your service, his scathing antics, and doggish ways catch up to him and gets him in a situation that may end his life for good.
DEVINE: Entangled in an affair that she had no idea she was participating in, find out how a woman of her means decides to settle the score.
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LESLIE: Will have to come clean about all her sins one-way or the other, while laid in a hospital bed the gritty truth becomes known.
LINCOLN: Gets the whole picture of exactly what’s been going on while he's away at work. The phrase while the Cats away the mice will play is a mild compared to the information that was just dropped on him.
KENDRICK: Male gigolo at your service, his scathing antics, and doggish ways catch up to him and gets him in a situation that may end his life for good.
DEVINE: Entangled in an affair that she had no idea she was participating in, find out how a woman of her means decides to settle the score.
HER: On the verge of losing it all, she will not only make those that have done her wrong pay, she will become so enraged inside her own anger, she may not be able to see her way out.
A scorned wife, a betrayed lover, a two timing Casanova, a bitter vamp, and a flawed temptress.... will they find redemption at the end? "The Bitter Sweet Conclusion" is the explosive sequel to "Love TORN Asunder" By: Elizabeth Funderbirk
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