As I walk into my massage therapy place, I mentally prepared for my next session. When my assistant rushed up to me and told me, “Michelle, your 2 o’clock appointment is here to see you.” I had no idea it’d be someone truly familiar.
I prep to start the next 90-minute massage session. I grab all my oils and put it in the basket. Massage my own hands. Before my client enters, I text my man.
“I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
There’s a knock at my door. Kourt says, “the room is ready.”
“I’ll be right there.” I check my phone. No messages. I walk out the room, grabbing hot towels and a bucket on the way.
Owning Lotus Spa and Sauna doesn’t mean I have to work onsite, but I prefer to work hands on.
I take a deep breath. The worksheet read Keith Washington. I haven’t seen him in 2 years. We never dated, but our chemistry never goes unmatched no matter how long we’ve been apart. Why so long? Because I’m in a relationship with Maverick. I became one of those girls who decided to focus on what’s in front of her.
A half-truth. The real deal is… I’m in love with Keith. I knew it from the first day I laid eyes on him. If you ask me, I would have worked it out with him for the long haul. I wasn’t sure he felt the same way about me until almost a year into my current relationship.
But hold up! I’m not going to sit in a pity party. Keith has a relationship of his own, which they looked very happy until I saw his status change to “It’s complicated.” Not a man of many words, when asked about it, he says it’s all good.
I can only look at my own life and ask what the hell am I doing? Maverick isn’t a terrible man; I just know we aren’t meant for each other. While the sex is amazing, our souls just don’t align. He’s cute, funny, charming and thoughtful. So why do I have this feeling to not want to be with him? Because my heart just knows it was made for Keith.
Seeing Keith in my place of business, is shocking. Last year, we spent the entire time texting and calling frequently. Innocent conversations, at best, and when our partners aren’t around we throw in a few flirty jabs. Through the calls I can feel our attraction increasing.
There’s that hopeless romantic side of me battling the need to explore it. But as a woman, I have to uphold my class and let him make the first move. Maybe this is a start.
Before opening, the door. I whisper, “You got this Chelley.”
I see Keith, long, built, chocolate body plastered on the massage bed. The towel is covering his lower half. I place the items down.
Unsure if he knows I’m the host tonight, I clear my throat.
He keeps his head laying down. “Welcome, miss. Trust me, I need this today.”
I close my eyes. I begin by touching his broad shoulders. Then I work my hands down his back. A visual of him being flipped around and me climbing on top enters my mind. I chew on my bottom lip and refocus on the massage. I work my way down to his thighs, and rub his feet.
Keith moans and I’m turned on. When I work my way to his neck, I lower my head toward his ear and say, “Hi Keith.”
He lifts his head up instantly. He smiles. “Damn. Hello Michelle!” He licks his lips. “I see why you are the owner. Besides your technical skills.”
I laugh, blushing. “Uh, Thanks.”
“How you been? You good?”
“Yeah. I guess I’m alright. You?”
“I’m good. Especially after that neck massage. Shit. I had a tense headache but it’s gone now.”
“Happy to help.” I realize I’m still a little too close. So I move two steps back.
He says, “Nah. Come closer girl. I like you up in my space. Could you massage my 6-pack too?”
Is he joking?
“Of course. Any extra services–”
“Will go on my tab. I know how it works.” He interrupts me.
“Boy stop playing! You came to see me for a reason. What’s up?”
“Nothing, just wanted to see you. Is that bad? You know you miss me. I miss you too.”
He reaches for my hand. I’m hesitant, but I fall for it.
Locked hand in hand, it feels right.
“I miss you Keith. What are we doing?”
“You’re working and I’m getting a massage. Like whatever do you mean?” He jokes.
“I’m just teasing. I think I need to take you out on a date. My treat. We have some holes to fill. Plus, you could use some fun.”
“I don’t know Keith. This is all so sudden.”
“Michelle, I know. I just can’t risk losing you again. One dinner. Promise.”
“Fine. Let me check my schedule.” My cheeks are getting hot. There are butterflies in my stomach.
“Okay no problem. How are things with Maverick? Last Question then you have more service to do.” He winks.
I smile. Then I roll my eyes. “He’s okay. Us? Ain’t got time for that story. Something just not sitting right with me. What about you and Bethany?”
“We’re in a lovers quarrel. Arguing for no reason. Taking it a day at a time.”
“That’s the worst. Alright come on let me finish up here.” I change the subject before it gets too sensitive in here. He is staring at me with true passion.
He lays down on his back. Soon as I place my hands on his chest, he says, “Come sit on top of me girl.”
I laugh, nervously. “I will not! This is a place of business.”
He removes the towel. “Look, I think I need service right here too.” He points to his hard, long member.
I grab the towel and cover his dick back up. “Keith, I’m not doing this with you!” I massage his chest. His hands are on top of mine, easing me to touch his dick. As much as I don’t want to, I allow it. After all, I am curious.
His eyes lower as I “massage” his dick. He says, “Michelle baby. Come here.” With my face now up in his, he kisses me, while his hands grip my waist. Deep, tongue throwing kisses builds the heat in the room. Just as the lust is about to embody me, Kourtney knocks and says, “Hey girl. Your next appointment is here! We’re kind of busy today.”
Shit! Saved by the job!
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Many aren’t aware of what Vella is…so real quick it’s like quick serial stories. Similar to what you find on Wattpad and such. I am on the author side and still trying to figure out how it works, but so far the story uploading is easy and fun!
I have a completed story on there which after it sits for a month or two, I will be able to release it in Paperback! How fun!
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THE CRIME SCENE
“Ms. Alicia, You’re under arrest. We’ve gotten a call that there was a loud disruption at this address. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to a lawyer….”
The police officer is reading me my miranda rights and I tune him out, my eyes burning with fire as I watch my ex and his playtoy being carried away in the ambulance.
The police are putting yellow tape around the house. Detectives have arrived on scene to investigate. I roll my eyes. A policeman speaks to the neighbors from next door who have come over to snitch.
So fuckin what. SHE DESERVED TO DIE! I HOPE HE DIED TOO!!!
I watched her fuck him for 5 minutes too long before deciding their fate. She was moaning, jerking, cumming, and enjoying it way too much. I’m not surprised as Max is very well hung. How long has this been going on? Did she wait until he got with me to do this shit? Fuck all that! There is no room for questions. I don’t need to hear the lies.
I had jabbed her with my razor right in the neck and took my gun in my dresser drawer and shot aimlessly at the bed, I heard Maxwell shout, “Babe….I’m s-s-sorry….” before he fell silent.
I laughed. I been meaning to catch them in the act, for YEARS! All the bullshit of “we’re just friends, babe.”
My suspicions told me he was fuckin around on me. I just had to be cautious to catch him in the act. I work real hard to maintain this house. Max’s job holds well too as a financial aide consultant. Him and Kamille been friends for 8 years. I’m all for having friends, but if you going to double cross me…well…lesson learned.
She gave me instant vibes to keep a close eye on her the day I showed up to the office and she was leaving coffee and donuts on his desk. When he walked in, she was smiling too hard for my taste. I brushed it off, thinking it was just me and my twisted mind.
Boy, was I stupid!
The demand for me to stay at work increased once I got my certification in nursing. Along the way, our schedules became hectic and we’ve argued about quality time. I couldn’t take a day off thanks to training and he felt he was losing me. My instincts are usually never wrong. With our busy schedules, I understood the transition.
Tonight, I felt as if my life would change. Work felt heavy…my patients were down, I lost two from illnesses, we were short staffed. I offered to stay for pay. Max not answering my calls, rubbed me the wrong way. He usually answers on the first ring even if he is annoyed. Anyways, I hadn’t planned on murdering anyone but I watched myself leave myself and take on this personality of hurt, love, pain, rage, revenge, blood.
I wanted blood.
He broke my heart and I was going to break something. Seeing them get sent away, makes me feel warm inside. His sister and mother arrive at my house while I’m locked up in this squad car. Mrs. Sheila is yelling, almost animalistic. His sister Andrea is crying. She’s on her knees. I think she yelled, “I knew that Bitch was trouble…” The officers are fighting them, they are working hard to get inside the house to witness it all. When they brought his body out the house, his mother damn near fainted. I giggle. The policeman in front shushes me. “Sorry. Not sorry.” How did I get here?
Sit back and enjoy the ride…
FIRST DATE…AND HER!
When we first met, he had to impress me. I was minding my business on my lunch break. I was in line at Shake Shack. I made my order and they said I can step aside. “But I haven’t paid yet.”
“We know ma’am. The nice gentleman before you, has taken care of it,” the cashier said.
“But how did he know….”
He said he’s been watching you come here pretty often….” said the cashier.
Oh well, Thanks…I read his name tag…Maurice.”
I find Maxwell standing near the pick-up. I walk over, after my name is called and say, “Thank you. That was sweet.” As I grab my order and begin to walk away, he grips my arm. I look at him with remorse.
He laughs and releases my arm. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask if I can take you on a date.”
“You kind of just did- thanks for my bacon cheeseburger and cheese fries, also the strawberry milkshake. Yum.”
“Ha. No. I mean a real date. I could sit with you now, but those scrubs tell me that you’re busy. I’m Maxwell by the way.”
I smirk. “Yeah buddy, I gotta go. I write my number down on the receipt. If you’re serious, call me. You are…kinda cute.”
He takes the receipt, smiles and says, “Alicia. I like it.”
I walk away. I hadn’t thought he would actually call me.
That day, he called me right after I got home at midnight. I lived in a single back then. I took a shower, snuggled into my bed and read his text.
This is your new friend Maxwell. I hope all is well. It was a pleasure to finally meet you. Your eyes are intoxicating. I was mesmerized by your deepened brown eyes.
I started to write, but I closed the phone. I grabbed my vibrator and masterbated to his face in my mind. It took me two days to respond back to him.
I wanted to make him sweat. I ate lunch at a different location too. When I wrote him back, I didn’t want to sound eager, desperate or thirsty. I haven’t dated in two years, so I was fresh in the pool. We agreed to go out that Friday night, I chose Outback Steakhouse.
Our chemistry was better than I thought it be. He was genuine, fun, and we had a lot in common. Our favorite movie turned out to be Menace to Society. He listened to smooth jazz, r&b and some hip hop. I’m all for a good serenade. That night, he paid for the drinks and the food. Then we went on a stroll to get to know each other better. He sang a song to me. I remember, it was, “Endless Love,” Luther Vandross. That night he said it felt so special, he would want me to be his forever love.
Probably some ploy to get me in his bed and it eventually worked because it lead to a relationship.
Yeah, yeah so when did this trick come in? Fast foward we decided to become official 1 month after dating.
He asked me out when he picked me up from work in his Mercedes benz 2008. He was hosting a BBQ, celebrating his friend’s new career as a truck driving CEO.
He invited me and I hesitated on going. He begged me to go so he cam flaunt me to his friends, as he said they couldn’t believe he bagged a chick like me.
When I got there, I was lucky enough not to be the only woman. While I love the attention, I didn’t need all eyes on me. I did text my homegirl Trixie the address.
She told me, “Let me know if anyone act up, cuz they can get smacked up,” and I laughed because she was about to sing the song.
I tried to take mental notes of all his friends that day, so if we ever hung out with his main posse again, he can’t fool me. I was shaking hands, grossly disturbed, walking along the greeting path and there she was….Kamille.
She was laughing and flirting with some guy. Max put his arm around me and tapped her on the shoulder.
He said, “Kamille, meet my new woman, Alicia.” This bitch rolled her eyes. “Hi. I’m Kam. But to you, I’m Kamille. Don’t hurt my homeboy’s feelings and I won’t bite.”
I said, “Bitch! I’m not afraid of you. I may be fit in all the right places, but you not going to try to have me shook.”
Max gets in the middle of us. “Aye, Kam that was uncalled for. Please. Just enjoy the event. Go give a toast for Marvin. Oh, and apologize…”
He stood firmly, waiting. I had my arms folded.
Kamille said, “Aight. Aight. I’m sorry. There! Can I go now?”
I squint my eyes. “You good. Just keep your paws, OFF what’s now mine.” I kiss Max on the cheek.
She sucked her teeth and walked away.
It took everything in me not to snatch her cheap wig.
I learned to loosen up around his friends. They would invite me when they went out bowling and had their dates. I even went to a basketball game once, the Lakers and the Clippers were playing.
Max and I didn’t get our first apartment together until we were a year in. I wanted to make sure he wanted me for me.
Somehow Kamille was always around, but on the sideline. Maxwell wanted to respect both of us, seeing as though we got off on the wrong foot.
Maxwell would be reading a book at night and she’d call randomly to ask him about car parts. I’d give him the “you better hang up” stare and he’d answer her question then tell her he has to go.
The feeling of being played shaped too quickly. So I asked him bluntly, “You think this is cute? Talkin to other bitches while you LIVE with me? Spending your time with me, knowing our schedules aren’t always in sync.”
Maxwell said, “Baby. It’s been well over a year. I told you there’s nothing there. I’ve known her all this time. Why would things change just because you came around. Will you….just have lunch with her?”
“Max. Men tell lies all the time. Shit, women do too. But, yes to clear the air, I’ll meet with her.”
He kisses me. “Thanks babe. I’ll set it up. Please, don’t hurt her….”
I wink. “Baby. Why would I do that? After a year, had I given you any reason to think I’d harm you or anyone for that matter?”
He touches my leg, “Yes, hun. That razor you keep under your tongue….the gun in your purse… the heels that has a pocket knife in the leg…”
I laugh, way too hard. “That’s all protection baby. I’m a woman that works overnight most times. Never know when I’ll need to use it.”
He said, “You’re kind of hot for a badass. I’ll fuck you if you were my hit woman.”
I stand up and put a foot on the table. “Oh yeah? Come eat your dessert baby. Been saving this sweet nectar for you.”
He gets excited, “Only me… right?”
I whack him on the head. “Don’t play with me. Now feast on me so you can fuck the shit out of me.”
Max’s head jumps to my pussy and after one lick, he moans. He grips my ass and inhales my scent, licking as slurping sounds echo.
I moan, “Babyyy!” He stops and lifts me in the air, his face still in my crotch. I hold onto what’s left of his head.
He guides us to the couch and I ride his face before sliding his dick inside. I’m fucking him, and right before I get this urge to come, he grabs my legs to lift me, only to put me on the couch and have my legs freestanding in the air.
Max is on top now. He whispers, “This dick…belongs to you…”
I believed it at the time. My pussy fell for it. I climaxed so hard; I was ready for a baby.
Getting my PHD (as mentioned before) and I’m not sure it’s the right thing yet. Just started this course and I have so much going on with my life that it’s just another load.
I’m getting my PHD in Educational Leadership, because I have an end goal. I’m doing one class at a time, hoping to go up to 2 classes by next year summer or fall.
With this, I plan on being Dr. Jennings, PHD, Professor of English at [any University].
(Yes, I watch the Netflix show too!)
But if I start speaking the things I want into existence, maybe it’ll happen.
Like I NEED A BREAK FROM THESE CHILDREN!! I have an almost 2-year-old and a 4-year-old,
Being a stay-at-home mom is a whole ‘nother thing. With NO village, I’m doing this all on my own. Anyways….
This PHD program increases in readings and research and for now, I’m only finding time to write at night because the mintute I try to be productive, I’m needed.
I do my best not to look at what I’m doing to myself. I cannot stop being an author because that’s my dream job! So many stories to produce! So little time!!
My Kindle Vella story is so fun to write and has been the most motivating! I have no idea why. Maybe it’s the jitters after writing a novel. I need to get this quick story out so I can get to something else.
I know as my program gets more intensive, it will be hard to find time to write creatively and submit assignments. I hope within the next month or 2 that I’ll have a full-time job as well because I need more than one job to sustain in this life.
Since I’m early on in this author business, I don’t expect big things yet. It takes a lot to get your name seen. Then I have plans to turn my business into an editing business also, currently working on my website. I enjoy editing.
Proofreading, correcting grammar, syntax.
I have no idea why and yes, I edit my own work….for now. Until I can afford to have someone else do it.
But sometimes, I just don’t want to nothing.
I don’t want to wake up every morning and deal with kids.
I don’t feel like working, writing, promoting.
I just want to hide in a corner or somewhere new and just sleep.
Exhausted, educated and annoyed mama
I’m going to be writing tonight. Maybe school work, may be author stuff.
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When my brother went on his frenzy last year to get the girl of his dreams, yes, I escaped because two people on a rampage at one event would have been crazy. I had wanted to attack Jackson when he aimed for Clare.
Those gunshots went off and I ran to get the ransom money just in case Tyler got caught up behind bars…which he did.
I made a promise to him that I’ll get revenge for both of us. Jackson owed me. I don’t give a shit about this new life he’s creating. Monica gets what she wants at all costs. It must be a trait from my mother.
I got fired from the company we worked at and I’m now the VP of Build Up Inc, baby! Still in tech, I produce ideas on how to grow the company and things, but I’ll tap on that later…or not. First, revenge.The sweetest taste, for me….
I’ve been texting Jackson, hoping he’ll do as I say and just give me the dick. Why is it so hard to be the same man just one more time. I mean, look at me. I’m fine ass hell! We were so close to sex last time, if his assistant hadn’t blocked me.
Shooting these blackmail texts didn’t do shit. So now I have to take it up a notch. I know for sure the sex tape got to him. He didn’t think he’d get caught like that. Clare has got to know about us by now, but will he show her the tape is another thing.
I’m in the doctor’s office, in King’s County. Right after our honeymoon. We went to the Bahama’s and stayed for a week. While I enjoyed the water, I also felt ill, morning sickness was kicking my ass.
Anyways, back home in Brooklyn now and I miss the breeze from the vacation. The doctor comes in, takes me away from my memory and assures me that I’ll be fine. My weight hasn’t changed. My vitals are healthy. She said, I should go on bedrest for a few days, just until my nausea calms down. Jackson asks, “Will she be high risk?”
The doctor, Mrs. Scribner says, “While she has anxiety and PTSD from her encounters last year, I think she’ll be fine. I don’t have to worry about her having a safe pregnancy because you seem like a wonderful man.”
Jackson blushes, “Thank you ma’am.”
She turns to me, “Alright Mrs. Miller. Keep taking your prenatals. You can drink tea or eat sour candy to heal your sickness. It worked for me.” She winked.
“It’s no problem,” she’s checking the chart. “I know you don’t care about this, but we believe in transparency. We received Tyler’s dna by through the jail system and we did let him know that he has 0% paternity.”
Jackson’s vein in his head pops out. He says, “Respectfully, miss. What does that do for us?”
“Well, in cases where I’ve seen psychotic people in love, I know they can act…irrational at the news. Let us know if you need anything. I’m happy to help.”
Jackson says, “Great! Just what I need–“
I interrupt him, sitting up on the bed, and touch his arm, “Uh. Thank you doctor. I appreciate it. We will keep a look out.”
I want to have you come back and see me, let me run out and get the referrals for another bloodwork and your gestational test and I will send you home.
“Okay,” I say.
Jackson says, “Babe. I be right back. I’m going to make a call.” He gives me a kiss.
He walks out and I grab my phone to text my girls that I’m all good. Then I scroll social media.
From the corner of my eye, I see a shadow at the door. Assuming it’s people in passing, I don’t pay it no mind. But my senses keep telling me to look over there.
I sigh. “This shit making me get up and walk to the door.” I head on over to the door, keeping my eye contact there.
This time, I see two eyes glare at me and smile. I wobble quickly to the door and the face disappears. I yank the door open and say, “TYLER YOU ARE NOT SLICK MY GUY!”
But I’m faced by Jackson and Mrs. Scribner. Jackson walks in and grabs my hand. “Baby, what’s wrong? Tyler? Come, let’s sit down.”
The doctor follows behind us as I return to sit. She locks the door behind her.
I breathe in. “There were eyes looking at me. I swear! It was fast so at first, I thought it was just people walking by, maybe even someone looking for their mate in a room. But as I got closer, they smiled. I open the door to attack and here you guys were.”
Jackson’s twiddling my thumb with his.
The doctor says, “Sweetie. I totally understand. Want some water? Breathe in. Breathe out. Here are your papers. You need to get home and rest.” She turns to the water fountain and give me a cup.
“I’ll see you in two weeks. Please, be careful. Leave whenever you are ready.”
Jackson says, “Thank you. We appreciate it.”
I just sit and think about everything that happened. After 5 minutes, I’m ready to go. Jackson leads, holding me tight as we exit.
Soon as we get in the car, I’m silent. I tell myself that I’ll get past this. But, I know what I saw. If it wasn’t Tyler then it had to be…MONICA!
It’s Jackson and I’s one year wedding anniversary. I can’t believe I’m officially Mrs. Miller! Just a while ago, I knew for sure he was going to leave me. I had too much baggage. Jackson proved me wrong and showed me he is my ride or die.
As I look at our babies sleeping in their cribs, Charlotte and Levi, I can’t believe I’m a mom. It hasn’t been easy, two babies, two different schedules. Jackson’s been amazing help, he took as much paternity leave as he wanted to because he’s his own boss. He just checks on his company throughout the day when I don’t need him. Since I experienced a lot last year, he wanted to give me full care.
I have PTSD and it’s rough being home alone. Kayla video calls me or I have to ask her to stop by when my anxiety rises. When Jackson goes back to work next week, I’ll be blowing him up when I suffer from panic attacks. My mother will be here on the weekends to help with the kids.
When I go to the store, I’m checking every isle, behind me, and my car all the time. Tyler is very skilled and he can show up at any time. There was one time I was at the grocery store, alone and someone was putting their items on the counter to pay. The man said, “Excuse me miss,” and I jumped for no reason. He was kind, however and issued a bunch of “I’m sorry.” I never told Jackson or Kayla because they have enough to worry about.
I also very rarely look out the window and our area is so beautiful. Thank God for the routine with the babies because they provide distractions at the best time. They give me a routine I need to stay afloat of my own mind.
Kayla and Quentin’s baby, Grayson, is so adorable. Our little ones play well together and I cannot wait to see them grow up together. She gave birth a month after me.
To go to sleep at night, I play soothing music. Most times I fall asleep in the twins room, resting on the couch we put in there.
Last year passed by so fast, I still can’t digest it all. My mother insists I forget about….him. I wish my temporary coma got rid of the memories.
For now I’m glad Tyler is gone. I hope he never returns. I didn’t know I had the power to make someone go madly insane.
To avoid rehashing those memories, I think about Jackson’s gorgeous face.
In a hunch, he comes in the room and wraps his arms around me.
“Hey baby. You okay?”
I sigh. Then I smile. “Yes baby. Just embracing the moment.”
“I respect it. Just come to bed…please. The babies are fine. We’re good. I got you, now and always.”
“Okay love. You’re right. Let’s go,” I say, as I give the kids one last look.
Jackson kisses me. “I can make you forget reality for about 45 minutes.” He turns me around and places his hands on my butt.
“Oh yeah? Let’s go then.”
“Don’t say nothing when you get pregnant again!”
I laugh. “Bye Jackson!”
“What? You know I’m just saying.”
We giggle and quietly shut the door. We head over to our room next door.
I shut the door and rush Jackson to the bed. We start making out. He strips me out my negligee. I take off his shirt. When I lean down to kiss him, I close my eyes. I instantly get a flashback of Tyler. I inhale and hop off of Jackson. I yank the blinds closed.
“I’m sorry Jackson. I-I…” I stammer.
“It’s ok Clare. Really. I understand, really. It’s been tough after what he did to you. Do you want to stop?”
I think. “No. I just had a moment. Let’s have sex on the floor.”
“Whatever you want.” Jackson playfully throws himself on the floor. “Take Me!!” His arms are spread wide. He signals for me to come and his dick is super hard.
Shaking off the past, I laugh and rush to freak him before the babies wake up!
I wake up Clare snoring next to me. It’s 5:45a.m. The kids will be up soon. So I’ll get a head start and let her rest some more. I put on my boxers and throw on my robe.
Sex last night was fantastic. I could give another baby, but we will give it some time since we have twins. Which was a lovely surprise. I’m glad even though she was rambunctious with her actions, they turned out to be mine. I love their caramel skin, and big bold eyes. Their personalities are showing more and more.
The Glamma’s have been extremely helpful and I’m appreciative for my mama as I get hectic work hours some weeks since owning my own company.
Clare doesn’t know it yet, but I plan on having Q and Kayla stop by today. Their day is usally Thursday but they can come anytime really. We all been hustling.
I convinced Clare to work from home. She doesn’t have to start right away, but she can start doing paid book reviews with a Youtube channel. I told her I’d sponsor whatever she need.
I walk to the kitchen to make pancakes, chessy eggs, bacon and waffles. As soon as I get the fpod prepped, I hear Levi. That means Charlotte will be up next. I head over to him, kiss him, change his diaper and put him down. He sits down, while I pick up Char and do the same. She smiles. I kiss her too. They both been walking since 6 months.
I guide them to their highchairs. We have a one level house for now, while Clare heals from her experiences.
Once they are strapped up, I get the stove going for breakfast.
My phone starts ringing.
Ready to flip pancakes. I answer without looking at the Caller ID.
“Yo talk to me!”
“You won’t get away with this nigga!”
I look at the phone. I suck my teeth, “Yo who is this and who the fuck you think you talking to?”
“Oh don’t worry about it. Just know your karma isn’t over.”
“Ayo. Tell me who this is right now! Better not be Tyler!!”
“MAN, FUCK THIS!” I throw the phone on the counter.
The babies stare at me. “I’m sorry my loves. Daddy is making you breakfast. How about some bananas while you wait?”
Clare’s feet are shuffling down the hall. When she comes in the kitchen, she yawns. “Baby. What was that? You ok?”
I kiss her on the lips. “Yeah just some prank call. You can lie back down.”
“I’m alright. I want some of this breakfast too,” she sits down on the bar stool.
My phone vibrates and we both look at it with weary. She reads the name. “Baby, it’s Quentin. Are you going to answer?”
“Oh. Yeah, hit the answer button for me and put to my ear while I start the bacon, please.”
Clare answers. “Hey Q. Yeah he is making breakfast. Hold on.” She puts the phone to my ear.
I say, “What’s good Q?”
He says, “Nothing much. Up with baby boy.”
“Shit. I hear you. The gang is all up over here too.”
“Right. Listen we’ll be over there by 1. I’m going to stop by the job then come back and let Kay rest.”
I nod. He can’t see me. “Aight cool. We’ll be here.”
“Later,” I wipe my hands then put the phone down since he hung up. I look over and Clare is playing a learning card game with the kids.
The first batch of pancakes are ready so I serve the babies. I pour apple juice in their sippy cups.
“Clare. I have a surprise for you…”
She eyes me. Her eyebrow raises and she says, “Umm Q and Kayla are coming?”
“Shoot! You heard huh?”
“Yup. Volume was on 10.”
“Actually that was just Q. He’s always loud,” I chuckle.
Breakfast is now done. I create it all buffet style and make Clare her own serving. Then I plate mine, putting more pieces of bacon on it. I rev up the coffee machine.
We sit and dig in, before she asks, I tell her, “I know it’s on your mind so I’ll tell you. I got a random call before Quentin called. It was weird. I won’t say it was …you know….Mr. Nameless. But I just might look into it and see if screening my phone will trace them.”
Clare blinked…hard. I gave her a glass of water.
I make us two caramel lattes. Behind me, she says, “Are you sure? Was it Ty…Ty…Tyler?”
I hand her the coffee and say, “Let’s not cause problems today. You don’t worry about that. Look at our beautiful babies. Today is all about fun.”
She hands Levi and Char more eggs. “Alright. Fine. You win. I can’t wait to see our friends. But. Be careful digging. That IT stuff can get very dark.”
I walk over to her, wrap my arms around her and hold her. I kiss her forehead. I say, “Don’t worry about it baby. I got it.” I lift her chin and gaze into her eyes. I smooch her on the lips.
She closes her eyes. Her tongue slides in my mouth, just as Levi screams.
We pause and say, “time to clean up.”
I walk over to Levi and tell Clare to keep eating. I clean his area and let him down to play. Then I take care of Charlotte. Throwing their scraps away, I massage Clare’s shoulders.
I put the kids in their room with the gate blocking the door so I can watch them play as I observe Clare. We sit and drink coffee together.
When she’s done, I massage her feet. She starts moaning.
“Mmmm. Thank you Jackson.”
“I’m here to care for you.”
“This is so relaxing. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Clare opens her eyes and removes her feet. “Let’s spend some time in the room with the twins. Then watch a movie before we have company.
I follow behind her after putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “Dad’s ready to have some fun!”
The twins yell and jump on me.
Guess I’m a horse for now.
********* One Hour Later*******
Clare picked a movie for us to watch in the living room. She chose, Minions so the kids can be engaged as well.
I heat up Popcorn and refill their sippy cups. I also provide them a tray of veggie chips.
While watching the movie, Clare starts yawning. The kids are on the floor, sitting indian style being cooperative.
I grab two diapers from the room and prepare to change them. When I come back out, Clare is wrapped in the blanket, knocked out. I smile.
I lean down, kiss her, and pull the blanket to her chest. I change Charlotte first, then Levi. When I’m done, I say, “Alrighty kiddos. Let’s give mama some quiet. How about books in the room? We can watch this later.”
They look at each other then at me. They run to the room. I trail behind them. Clare has an hour and a half before Q and Kayla comes. I’ll let her sleep until then.
After the movie, in the kids’ room, I grab Green, Eggs and Ham. Then I sit down on their playmat with my legs folded. I gesture for them to sit with me. A little of a battle, but they finally sit down.
Charlotte passes out on my lap and Levi falls asleep on the mat. Normally I move them to their cribs, but instead I sneak away and grab two blankets to wrap them in and pillows for their heads.
I check my phone texts. The bros hit me up saying I need a night out. Maybe, only if Kayla and the other ladies come to be with Clare.
Then there’s a text I thought I’d never see.
My lips miss being wrapped around that chocolate, long, dick. I will find you and I will fuck the shit out of you. Your little girlfriend…oops, WIFE –can’t stop me.
Monica. I thought she was gone, right along with her brother. However, they just can’t leave us alone. I delete the message and swear to myself not to tell Clare.
I lay and stare at my babies. Now I’m the one getting tired….
I promised a blog post since I uploaded the links to my books. Darn kids. I also been writing. But mainly blame the kids. My 4 yr old and 1 year old keep me busy. Matter fact as I write this, I’m shouting at one of them!! Okay Okay…I’M AN AUTHOR!!!!
One of my BIGGEST dreams have come true!!!!! This has been a part of me since I was 13 years old. I loved reading so much as a kid, and yes, I still do. I had two career goals, write books and to teach. Along my journey, I was hesitant to teach because I wasn’t sure which grade would best fit me. But then when I reached college, I received my English creative writing degree and thought about if I can qualify to teach an undergrad level 1 course. That’s what I’m aiming for now.
For now, back to writing!
My master’s program encouraged me to finally get that 1st book out! It was 2 years in the making going through thanks to:
When I wrote Crisis of Lust, in my mind it was just a love story gone wrong trying to work their way back together and away from insecurities and holding on to past issues. Sounds simple right?
A romantic story that was supposed to have arguments. Then bliss. Well let me tell you something!! While taking editing courses and such during my degree program, I was watching all sorts of psychological thrillers and read a few.
I even watched YOU (Netflix) and then new ideas flared.
I said Hmmm. What if I create a character that shifts this love story? He’s possessive, very creepy, dangerous and weird. He’s also sarcastic. He’s PERFECT!
Clare’s new love interest became who he was because his charm and sexiness pulled her in.
Here’s a little Tyler dialogue….
“I walked to her bedroom, searching for I don’t know what and peeked in the bathroom and snatched her panties off the floor, they smell so good I need keep them. I pocket them then disappear before she sees me. I figure with her being high, she will see it as hallucinating rather than me actually being here. The aroma of Sweet Pea has been pushing me to enter the bathroom and feel her up, but that would turn out for the worst.”
Yup that was it.
As I went from 2 POV’s to 3 I knew it would shake the readers.
Crisis of Lust became Romantic Suspense.
I had written the story out the way I seen it. Then I researched a few ways to create intense suspense in a novel and worked it into my book with my own style.
I still felt as if my readers would say “THIS SUCKED!”
BUT, REVIEWS HAVE BEEN OPPOSITE!
Check out some of the Reviews! (Crisis of Lust has 10 total on Amazon. I wasn’t going to post them, although I did consider it)
I am grateful to see all my hard work slowly paying off.
Thank you for reading!
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He has  brothers and they are family men, married with kids. They all want him to be apart of the life, leave the bachelor life in the past. They are all close knit, hang out when their lives aren’t so hectic, they’ll fly state to state.
When Brian isn’t working or working out, he usually sits home and has a drink or 2. He may occasionally read a book, and watch sports.
He has BDE (Big Dick Energy). You can tell by how the ladies can’t stay away from him .
Brian was never into settling down as all his exes just weren’t the one. So when his father passed away, he put all his focus into getting his degree in Business and opening Ace’s Clothing Store in LA. He recently opened a new store in NYC.
In NYC, he’s all work, no play. Brian stays fit by making the gym a priority. He runs into a fine, entrepreneur woman, which puts him back into the casual sex atmosphere.
As Brian’s getting older, he wants a wife and kids. Focusing on the grand opening of his NYC location puts the woman of his dreams right in front of him after he walks through strifes of store conflict and getting caught between the sisters.
See if Brian has a happy ending in the telling of his story!
This is one Love Triangle you don’t want to miss! Coming soon! July 21
Cherry is 28 and is a yoga instructor. She hosts small classes at the gym then workout daily. Her main goal in her career is to expand into her own studio.
She’s vibrant, fun, playful and into the DTF dynamic. She’s only dated one man and left him over differences.
In Played Him Twice, She’s one of Brian’s play things. She lives in the same hotel as him and happily shows up when he calls. Eventually she will find her own place as well, this is a temporary stay while she gets her life in order.
Cherry loves to eat, drink, party and hang with her sissy Cassie. They been close knit since kids. Their mother and father made sure they looked after each other always. Cherry and Cassandra has a younger brother, Randall. He’s briefly mentioned but he will be more featured in book 2. (Yes a sequel is being written!!)
Follow her spicy journey with Brian in the book coming July 21, 2022!
Cassandra is 32 years old. Coming in as the oldest, she feels it’s her priority to look after her siblings. Cherry is her best friend. How many girls are lucky to have a sister?!
Cassie is the opposite of Cherry. While she don’t mind partying often and having some drinks, she be on the hustle. As stated in the novel, she loves to read books and her bigger goals is to become a family woman.
Cassie has dated in the past, but she don’t have sex with just anyone. However, she’s gave for receiving some Head! .
Cassie has 2 jobs, working at the AMC theater and working in the bar as a hot bartender.
How does she meet Brian? He purposely stops by the movie theater to watch a movie! Brian works hard to get to know her (and Cherry). Cassie doesn’t give it so easily, so how does she stick around?
That’s all y’all get. Haha
She’s a key member in Brian’s rendezvous. Not only sexually, but she helped him find a condo that’s right for him as well!
She’s been in real estate since right out of college. She’s family oriented and adores her parents so much. She has an older brother, Mason.
When she isn’t working, she’s soaking in the tub, watching Netflix. She also enjoys a Girls Night Out! She’s optimistic and an all around girl, enthusiastic as she is enjoying life.
Stacy loves long walks as apart of her workout, she always dreamed about meeting her husband on a hike trail. For now tho, she’s single and ready to get it on for fun .
Stacy’s character devlops not only in Played Him Twice, but also in the sequel.
Joe is a Brian’s partner. LA business partners and now NY partners. He has his degree in Business management.
Joe is blunt, chill, a hustler and a husband to Melissa. He’s very loyal in his marriage and wants the same for Brian. You can see how he loves Melissa as she is a no mess, no stress woman herself.
He’s the one Brian trusts when it comes to relationship advice. Joe always carried that wisdom spirit ever since he was a child. He learned his own lessons along the way especially being married.
When Joe isn’t working, he’s drinking, watching movies, and hanging with his family.
Brian enjoys beating Brian in NBA, Pacman & Mario. They just don’t let games be their overall focus.
Melissa is Joe’s wife and soon business affiliate. She proves to Brian that she’s able to run the NY office while he is in LA. It took her a while to get there.
With Joe’s trust and her marketing degree, it came with lots of experience and proof in sales.
Melissa loves to work, and in her free time she enjoys her pajamas, wine and reality shows. Her homegirls are her venting space when she’s not working.
She wants the best for Brian too. He’s already successful, he just needs a good woman by his side.
***Book debuts July 21, 2022!
If you got this far, THANK YOU! Let me know what you think in the comments! Hopefully you guys/gals will read it!
Brian liked to fuck. He always picked up the baddest chicks. Sex made him think clearer. He wouldn’t call himself a nympho, but he was a freak. While in NY to open his new clothing store, strictly business, he rented a room up at the Hyatt hotel until everything was set and stone. Then he would maybe stay longer. One day at the gym, he met this sexy, determined, sweaty woman whose physique showed she worked out all the time.
Her name was Cherry. She had been doing stretches, preparing to jog around the track. He noticed her staring from across the room. It practically burned a hole in his cheek. Her hair was in a bun, when she worked out and she let it elongate when she was done. A move that felt like showing off. Her chestnut brown hair, waved as she then wrinkled her hands in it and tossed it into a ponytail.
After a few days, he mustered up the guts to approach her. It was pretty easy to get what he wanted. As soon as he introduced himself, she was like putty in his hands. Cherry’s hazel eyes, burned through his soft brown eyes as she gave him her number. She was memorized and felt special seeing as a man wanted her all sweaty and out of breath. Brian wanted to see what was up with her. Her body was looking right in them yoga pants.
He told her, “So I’ll see you tonight?”
She blushed. Then she said, “Maybe. If I’m still up.”
She knew damn well, she was gonna be showered and ready for him. It was only 11 a.m. right now. She tried making small talk, which Brian liked. But when she mentioned her sister works at the movie theater on 3rd Ave, he made a mental note to stop by the theater. He had a plan in mind and instantly wanted to put it in place.
After a few more bench presses, he got up and walked out. He headed to the hotel room to shower. Brian’s only visiting NY for a month while his clothing business expands. He just landed yesterday. His plan included renting out a condo, once his partners tell him the store is a go.
In the shower, he couldn’t help but think about Cherry. He hoped she come through tonight. In his mental rolodex, he thought about the perfect outfit to put on, as he is about to head out to see a movie to kill time.
Everyone keep asking Brian why he is single. The truth is, he’s not a man up for commitment. His last girl was back in college, and she broke up with him to be with a football player set to make it to the NFL. It’s all good, because he wasn’t faithful to her neither. He had a sorority chick in his room every weekend. Back then he was fit, steady 6 pack, 6 ft tall, cornrows and a thin, small goatee and fresh fits. Now he has some muscles, thanks to the workouts, a nice beard and waves on his hair. He felt like he had to change it up when he graduated and began work as an intern for Prada.
After a good 30 minutes, Brian got out the shower, dried off and got dressed. He chose a red Gucci shirt and black robin jeans with the red, black, and white Jordan 11’s. He got dressed and sprayed some Guilty by Gucci. One look in the mirror and he was. on his way out.
He wondered if Crystal looked anything like her sister? He’s thinking hard as the Uber arrives. Brian’s headed to AMC Theater 7 to see the Joker movie.
This fine, beautiful caramel skinned, brown eyed girl was at the ticket booth handing out tickets to customers and ended it with, “enjoy your movie.”
She did a hair swipe after the last customer passed. Her curls were a soft pink, must be trying to stand out. Brian was behind one more person, wishing they would hurry the fuck up.
The universe heard his complaints as he was up next. He made sure to get up close and personal to Crystal. Just had to play the right cards here.
She looked up at him, while in her seat. A slight pause, she smirked. “Hello, welcome to AMC. What movie would you like to see today?”
Brian licked his lips. “Hey beautiful. Your tag says Crystal. I’ll call you that. I’m here to see the Joker movie. Have you seen it?”
She grinned. “Yeah actually, it’s pretty dope.” She swings a piece of hair behind her ear as it fell. Also, a clear sign that she’s feeling ya boy.
“Aight. Before I go in, I’d love to get to know you. Are you single?” Brian said, turning his head to wave the person behind him to the next employee.
Crystal said, “I don’t usually do this but um…since you fine and all, I’ll give you my number so I can finish working.” She wrote it down. “Yes, I’m single. For three years now.”
Brian took her number and put it in his pocket. “Aight cool. Imma definitely hit you up. Stay by your phone love. Enjoy your night.” He winked then walked away.
The ticket attendant by the podium to enter the theater took his ticket, ripped half off and put it in the box, then gave Brian his copy. “Theater 4 please. Enjoy.”
Brian said, “Thank you,” then went to the concession stand to get a medium popcorn and a large Coke. The line was short, so he had enough time to get seated for previews. He picked a seat in the back, toward the middle. Pulling his phone out, he clicked the power button to release any notifications. No one texted. He punched Crystal’s number in his phone as well as Cherry’s. Afterwards his phone went on silent, and the lights went dim. Previews were the best part.
After two hours, the movie ended. Brian had to take a leak. When he was done using the bathroom, he checked to see if Crystal was still working. She was still sitting at the booth, wiping counters down, so he went to let her know he enjoyed the movie. A plan for her to mark his face one more time before he left.
Crystal smiled. She blushed. Her co-workers pretended to be busy. They must have known it was time for her to have a new spark in life. He didn’t play her too close though. So, he said to her, “If you gettin’ off I could walk you to your car…or the bus, the train…”
She said, “I don’t get off until 1 a.m. Have to help clean.”
Brian said, “No biggie. You get home safe. I holla at you.”
“Thank you though.” She smiled at him.
He winked at her. Then turned around and walked out the door.
He called a cab. He had to get the rental car tomorrow. He would only be out here for two months to get Ace’s Outwear branding in the state. The store’s named after his father. Ace was also one of the powerful cards in a deck and a strong symbol in life.
When the cab arrived, he confirmed the destination and checked his phone. Brian texted
Cherry. How is home after workout? Did you sweat waiting for me to text you?
Brian scrolled his email while he waited for a response. While he enjoyed the sights, he thought about ordering food when he returned to the Hyatt hotel. His phone vibrated; text message showed it was Cherry responding.
Lol emoji. Is this Brian? Stop being so silly. I was waiting for you to text me but I’m not sweating you. I mean look who texted me. Haha
So she’s sarcastic and a fronter. Interesting. He made it to the hotel in 10 minutes and tipped the driver before heading up to his room, 404. Brian stripped down to his boxers and wife beater. He clicked on the TV to put on some football and poured a shot of Cîroc. He sat down and texted,
Iight iight. I was at the movies anyway. I went to see Joker.
She must have time because she hit him back quickly.
You didn’t happen to go to the one my sister works at, did you? If so, did you see her?
He stared at the phone for a second, debated if he should lie or tell the truth. The chat bubble was pending blue. He decided not to play the cards he was dealt. Fuck it. Brian wanted to see her reaction to this…
Nah boo. I went to Regal. AMC was packed. I’m home now. He sipped his vodka, feeling triumphant.
There was a Packers VS the Raiders game on, and Brian was barely paying attention. His mind was swamped on how he was going to tap that booty when Cherry come over. When she was doing yoga poses and squats, the apple shape made Brian want to pounce on her. He tried to come off as respectful as possible so that he could get her number. Brian confirmed next time he go to the gym, they were gonna flirt a little more.
Ok cool. Some me time is healthy. I’m watching TV and drinking wine.
Too bad it’s not together. Wink emoji. Say, I’m having a 90’s party in a couple weeks, you’re more than welcome to come. I’ll text you the address the day before. Invite your friends, sister, whoever.
I just met you. You may be rich, a strategic businessman but…. sign me up! I’m coming with my girls. I’ll see if Crystal wants to come, she usually hates theme parties.
Checkmate. That will be his time to double dip at the same time. He replied,
I’m all business with some pleasure baby. You would see if you stopped by. My room number is 404. Think about it and just come through.
Brian got up and poured himself a double shot. His phone started ringing, it was his business partner, Joe. They have a location out in LA, so moving and opening on in NY is a big deal. LA opened last year and did pretty well, the store sells shoes, suits, jeans, shirts, button-ups, and shorts. They’re high-end retail and Joe has his own collection line selling in-store as well. Brian wanted to make a name for myself so when he has kids, they would already be good. Brian was about to hit 34, hence the party coming up.
He gulped the rest of the Cîroc, turned the TV to Soul Food and kicked back. Sometime after resting my feet up, he felt sleepy.
Brian woke up to the sound of knocking at his door. Not too pressed on random visitors, he jumped up quickly. Defense mode was always activated first, his dad showed him karate moves just in case he needed it. The time on his phone said 9p.m. Shit. He couldn’t believe he slept that long. Brian wiped the drool off his face, straightened his clothes and said, “Hold on a minute!” He tapped his face to wake up. He opened the door in a haste, and beauty stood before him.
“Come on in…” he said, watching her fine ass walk in wearing a tub top and booty shorts with a tie string, and furry slippers on her feet.
She was staggering. “Hey. I’m here! Let’s have sex. Order pizza? BOTH!”
Brian laughed. She looked like she had too much to drink. Cherry must be ready to have her cherry popped. Not to sound cocky, but women don’t turn him down. Even in college, Brian had a trail of women following him daily. Some would bring meal plans to his dorm room. His charm and swag kept the ladies coming. So, he wasn’t surprised he was able to get Cherry and Crystal numbers in one day. Do sisters not talk? He wondered how they described him to one another…
She was snapping her fingers in the air. “Um hello! Earth to Brian! You back? You looked lost for a minute…I am going to order Papa John’s.”
Brian snapped out of his reverie. “Sounds good. Don’t order too much, we’re hungry, not starving. You also been drinking…watch your carbs.”
She slapped his leg. A little higher and clothes would have been flying off. “I only drank one whole bottle. I feel gooood, but I’m able to manage. Back to the gym in the morning. Are you going to coach me?”
Her smile came off flirty. Like she was throwing hints and he was grabbing each one. Brian locked the door and poured two shots of Cîroc, one for her and one for himself. They sat on the couch and got to know each other. They clinked glasses and straight shoot the alcohol. She made a face as if she couldn’t handle it but feigned bold.
She said, “Well I’m 28, I work as a Yoga Instructor, I’m also a blogger. I like to read, draw, skate and party. I’m also not a virgin. Shit. Your turn…” she grazed his arm.
Brian bit his bottom lip. “Cool. You already know I work out; I’ll be 34 in 2 weeks. I’m in business with my best friend Joe, we own a clothing company, expanding actually so I’m only out here for a brief visit then leaving in a couple months to go back to LA. I watch love movies, action, crime, and read fiction from time to time.”
She kissed him. Her lips were warm, the body heat radiating onto his as he processed what was happening. Brian put his arms around her waist. She straddled him. She worked her mouth on his, forming sexy, tongue kissing as she wrapped her arms around him. Cherry rocked back and forth, making his member go UP. They were interrupted by the fuckin’ door.
She climbed off of Brian and said, “I should get that.”
Brian dug in his pocket for cash, handed it to her and said, “Here. This should cover it with a tip.”
She smiled. “Thank you.” Cherry retrieves the pizza, pays the man and closes the door with her feet.
He said, “Girl if you don’t put that damn box down and come finish what you started.”
She laughed, as she placed the pizza down on the kitchen counter, she whined, “But I’m hungry…”
Brian got up and walked over to her. He whispered in her ear, “I rather eat you up first, before filling up on cheese which leads to gassy asses.”
She squirmed and opened the pizza box. She took a quick bite before he grabbed her hands and lead her to putting the pizza down. Brian guided his hands down her body, loosening her shorts string.
Before continuing, he looked up and said, “Cherry. You do want this right?”
She pushed his head down and in toward her clit. “Yes Brian. I told you at the door. Come on now.”
She smelled like summer, very refreshing. He pulled her shorts off, no panties underneath. One lick of her pussy and he was all in. Brian licked her like he was starving.
She was moaning, and it was turning Brian on. When she came, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and put his dick inside of her. The rhythmic thrusts were in sync, he pounded faster and faster until he busted a nut. Once done, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom to clean up with, a warm towel for her, and a rag for the bedsheets. She cleaned herself, standing up while he got to the sheets. He wiped them then removed them to place new ones on the mattress. Afterwards, she kissed him on the cheek.
She walked out the room to finish eating pizza.
“Ohkayyy…” Brian said, thinking about what to do next.
He made up the bed, washed his hands and went back to the living room to find Cherry fully dressed and drinking. She said, “That was good Brian.”
“The pizza orrr…”
She interrupted, “Sex silly. The pizza hit the spot, but so did you.” She checked her phone and responded to a message then stood up.
Brian grabbed a slice and ate standing up. He gave her a head nod.
Cherry said, “I would love to stay and chat, but I’ve gotta go.” She grabbed the box of pizza and right before she left for good, he snagged two more slices.
When did she get a little less tipsy and more formal?
Brian shook off the question, he was just glad she was coherent enough to leave.
“Ok. When will I see you again?”
“You have my number B. Use it. This won’t be the last of me.” She said, grabbing the latch on the door.