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Authors: Selena Hunter
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insane as that! My husband? Get serious, Tish!" I shook my head and jumped up from the couch. This can't be real. I have got to be dreaming this—this is insane! I stopped in the middle of the room and pinched my arm as hard as I could. "Ouch!"
"Did that convince you that you are not dreaming all of this?" Tish asked snidely from the corner of the room. She really could act like a bitch sometimes.
"What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? " I huffed. I was beginning to feel frustrated. Great! I was frustrated which made me whiny.
"You must make a decision," Tisha commented as she scooped her phone back into her horribly cluttered purse. "Stay and face what comes or run and forget again." She shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Forget?" I scanned Tisha up and down and asked the question before I could think better of it, "How many times have I already chosen to forget, Tish?"
Tisha stood up and flicked her hair up and off her shoulder, letting it flutter down her back in a sway of golden amber. "Countless times." Her voice gave nothing away.
"How many times, Tish?" I wasn't going to let it go. I gave her my most serious look.
Tish looked at me slowly, focusing on my eyes and then nodded that she knew I was serious. "Twelve."
I thought about that for a second, letting the futile effort that I had put into avoiding my life sink into the back of my thoughts. Huh, what the heck was wrong with my life anyway? My husband was clearly H-O-T, HOT… so why was I running away from him?
"What happened that would make me run away, Tish? What was so damned awful about everything that I had to dive back under eleven more times when I found out?" I shook my head.
"I am not aware of what exactly happened to promote the escape of our queen from the throne, but you were certainly motivated when I spoke to you first of it." She looked away from me but I didn't know why.
"What's going on here, Tish? There is something going on behind the scenes here and you aren't telling me anything substantial. What is there that I don't know?" I pressed.
"I do not know. I am just your loyal servant and protector." Tish looked back at me, frustration in her voice. "It is not for me to question my queen." She held her chin up high which seemed ridiculous because it made her look so stuck-up.
There was an abrupt knocking at the door. Tish and I immediately looked each other in the eye as we snapped out of the conversation. I jumped to my feet as Tish cast her hands out in front of herself, a slight white glow emanating from her hands. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter as I crept towards the door, slowly feeling the wooden handle in my hand, caressing the wood as if it were an old friend.
"Who is it?" I asked, my voice strong and demanding which was completely opposite of how I felt. Thank God my voice sounded firm!
There was a pause behind the metal door. "Von, it's Von Edwards."
"Who the hell is Von Edwards?" I whispered sharply to Tisha as she lowers her hands, out of her defensive stance.
"Again, he is your husband." She refused to whisper her response back to me. She then walked to the door and opened it.
In the doorway, bathed in the porch light of my apartment's foyer, Von Edwards stood in all of his magnificence. He was the exact same person that was waiting on my porch at the townhouse. It was as if we were reliving the very same moment there near the beach.
Was he magnificent? Yes, he actually was. From the top of his short, cropped brown hair down to his worn black roper boots. He was a sight, every last inch of him and every last rippling muscle. Yes, I said it—he had some amazing muscle action going on. Where? Everywhere! He was every woman's walking dream. He was deliciously amazing.
I immediately felt a little weak in the knees as I watched him approach the entry to my apartment. His broad shoulders shifted as he took a step forward, his biceps flexed as his hands balled into fists at his sides. His richly
"Did that convince you that you are not dreaming all of this?" Tish asked snidely from the corner of the room. She really could act like a bitch sometimes.
"What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? " I huffed. I was beginning to feel frustrated. Great! I was frustrated which made me whiny.
"You must make a decision," Tisha commented as she scooped her phone back into her horribly cluttered purse. "Stay and face what comes or run and forget again." She shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Forget?" I scanned Tisha up and down and asked the question before I could think better of it, "How many times have I already chosen to forget, Tish?"
Tisha stood up and flicked her hair up and off her shoulder, letting it flutter down her back in a sway of golden amber. "Countless times." Her voice gave nothing away.
"How many times, Tish?" I wasn't going to let it go. I gave her my most serious look.
Tish looked at me slowly, focusing on my eyes and then nodded that she knew I was serious. "Twelve."
I thought about that for a second, letting the futile effort that I had put into avoiding my life sink into the back of my thoughts. Huh, what the heck was wrong with my life anyway? My husband was clearly H-O-T, HOT… so why was I running away from him?
"What happened that would make me run away, Tish? What was so damned awful about everything that I had to dive back under eleven more times when I found out?" I shook my head.
"I am not aware of what exactly happened to promote the escape of our queen from the throne, but you were certainly motivated when I spoke to you first of it." She looked away from me but I didn't know why.
"What's going on here, Tish? There is something going on behind the scenes here and you aren't telling me anything substantial. What is there that I don't know?" I pressed.
"I do not know. I am just your loyal servant and protector." Tish looked back at me, frustration in her voice. "It is not for me to question my queen." She held her chin up high which seemed ridiculous because it made her look so stuck-up.
There was an abrupt knocking at the door. Tish and I immediately looked each other in the eye as we snapped out of the conversation. I jumped to my feet as Tish cast her hands out in front of herself, a slight white glow emanating from her hands. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter as I crept towards the door, slowly feeling the wooden handle in my hand, caressing the wood as if it were an old friend.
"Who is it?" I asked, my voice strong and demanding which was completely opposite of how I felt. Thank God my voice sounded firm!
There was a pause behind the metal door. "Von, it's Von Edwards."
"Who the hell is Von Edwards?" I whispered sharply to Tisha as she lowers her hands, out of her defensive stance.
"Again, he is your husband." She refused to whisper her response back to me. She then walked to the door and opened it.
In the doorway, bathed in the porch light of my apartment's foyer, Von Edwards stood in all of his magnificence. He was the exact same person that was waiting on my porch at the townhouse. It was as if we were reliving the very same moment there near the beach.
Was he magnificent? Yes, he actually was. From the top of his short, cropped brown hair down to his worn black roper boots. He was a sight, every last inch of him and every last rippling muscle. Yes, I said it—he had some amazing muscle action going on. Where? Everywhere! He was every woman's walking dream. He was deliciously amazing.
I immediately felt a little weak in the knees as I watched him approach the entry to my apartment. His broad shoulders shifted as he took a step forward, his biceps flexed as his hands balled into fists at his sides. His richly
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