Betrayed By Love

by Marilyn Lee

  Betrayed By Love

  By

  Marilyn Lee

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  Betrayed By Love

  By

  Marilyn Lee

  Chapter One

  I’ve never believed in love at first sight. I’ve always believed that to truly love someone, you have to actually know that person. So how can you love someone you don’t know? I’ve always believed the only thing you can know about a person at first sight, is that you like the way he or she looks. Although the word for that also begins with an L, it’s lust not love. To me, love at first sight just does not happen. End of story and discussion. Then I fell in love, when I least expected it and with the last man in the world I would have chosen. One look into his warm brown eyes and I knew I was in for the heartbreak of my life.

  Before I fell so hard, I was relatively satisfied with my life. Although I was a 30–year old single BBBW, big, beautiful, black woman, I‘d never had any problem attracting the men of my choice. I‘d often been told I had beautiful eyes, an amazing smile, and an ass that wouldn‘t quit. I‘ve always been confident in the fact that the only difference between slender women and me is I just happened to have a lot more curves. I worked out several times a week to make sure that didn‘t change.

  At the time disaster struck, I wasn’t in an exclusive relationship. However, I did have a great relationship with two handsome friends with benefits. I could call on either James or Pete when I wanted a man in my bed—with no strings attached. And they both knew I was available to perform the same service for them. It was a relationship that suited all three of us. But before you get the wrong idea, I never slept with them at the same time and we always practiced safe sex. We were horny—not irresponsible or crazy.

  So when a good friend called to tell me she was madly in love and deliriously happy, I was thrilled for her. Jen and I had shared our best and worst times through high school and college with each other. Although Jen was a Tyra Banks look–a–like, she had a knack for picking the wrong man—over and over again. As a consequence, she was forever getting her heart broken.

  After college, I accepted a job on the West Coast. Jen stayed on the East Coast. Although we made it a point to talk to each other at least once a month, we rarely saw each other after college. Once my parents moved to L.A. to be near me, there was no pressing need to return to Philly.

  Jen and I have always shared a lust for tall, handsome hunks with brown eyes and ebony skin. So when she told me Jarrod was perfect in every way, I envisioned her with some tall, dark, Morris Chestnut–like hunk. Imagine my surprise when she told me this Jarrod was not only 15 years older than her, but that he was also white and a grandfather to boot!

  With all the well–hung brothers around who would love to be her man, what had possessed her to fall for this Jarrod? Granted forty wasn’t ancient, but when you’re twenty–five, it’s on the south side of town. Jen married him four weeks after meeting him. Hello! How the hell can you fall in love with someone in such a short time? What could the two of them possibly have in common? Granted she hinted more than once that they had what she called an intriguing sexual relationship. Good sex would keep them together for a year or two. Then what? She’d have her heart broken again. I personally thought she’d lost her mind, but she sounded very happy. So I was happy for her—even though she cheated me out of the chance to be maid of honor by eloping with him!

  As teens, Jen and I used to spend countless hours every summer discussing our weddings in great detail. That fact left me confident that eloping was his idea. As far as I was concerned, if this Jarrod didn’t care enough to allow her to have her dream wedding, where her family and friends got to see her on her special day, he probably wasn’t that perfect. I hate to admit it, but after their elopement, I was forever waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  Nine months after their marriage, she had twins, a boy and a girl, Cal and Carla. I intended to return home to meet the twins and Jarrod but things got crazy at work. Somehow all my plans to return to Philly had to be put on hold. The weeks turned into months and then years.

  Still, each time we talked, Jen sounded happier than ever. Finally, when she told me she and Jarrod were going to have a party to celebrate the twins’ fifth birthday, I made firm plans to return home. At the last minute, work precluded my attending the party but I finally decided I was missing way too much of Jen’s kids lives.

  If you’re wondering what all this has to do with my not believing in love at first sight until it happened to me, I’m getting there.

  So I made sure things were running smoothly at the drug company where I was regional manager, and went to spend the last two weeks in July at home in Philly. Even though I no longer had any close relatives living in or around the area, I still considered Philly home to such an extent that I celebrated all the Philadelphia sports teams’ highs and mourned their lows.

  Jen met me at Philly International Airport. The moment I saw her, I knew she really was in love. She’d always been beautiful. Married life clearly agreed with her because now she looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes shone and she looked ready to burst with happiness. After all the jerks who had hurt her, she’d obviously finally picked a winner. As we hugged, I was so thrilled for her that I burst into tears.

  She laughed when I admitted the reason for my tears and wiped them away. “And that’s just why I’ve always considered you my BFF.”

  I nodded. “Best friends forever. You know it, girl.”

  “Oh, Lin, I can’t wait for you to meet Jarrod.”

  The pictures I’d seen of him had not impressed me. Still I smiled. “I can’t wait to meet him either.” Even as I smiled, I was bracing myself not to show my dismay when I met this Jarrod, who I privately thought of as Jen’s old fogey.

  “But first, let me show you the newest pictures of my babies.”

  Before I could nod, she whipped out her wallet and showed me several pictures of two adorable kids with short, curly light brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and skin the color of heavily creamed coffee.

  I dutifully gawked and oohed at each picture as if I was seeing them for the first time. I pretended I didn’t have a photo album full of pictures of them and as if their latest photos didn’t adorn my desktop and lapt
op computers as wallpaper. “They grow more gorgeous with each picture, Jen,” I told her truthfully.

  She grinned, nodded, and put her wallet away. “Yes, they do. And Jarrod and I feel so lucky to be their parents. “

  “I’m sure you do. I’m so sorry I missed their birthday.”

  “Me too, but I’m just glad you’re finally here.”

  I glanced around. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring them with you.”

  She grimaced. ―I would have, but they‘re spending three weeks in Florida with Jarrod‘s daughter, Mollie. She has a seven–year old daughter, Lillie, who loves to play big sister to the twins. They‘ve only been gone two days and I already miss them,” she said as we went to collect my luggage.

  Okay, call me old–fashioned, but I thought forty–five was a little young to have a seven–year–old granddaughter.

  Jen glanced at me, saw the look on my face, and laughed. “Jarrod’s granddaughter Lillie is adopted.”

  “Oh. And how old is his daughter, Mollie? You did say Jarrod’s forty–five. Didn’t you?”

  She laughed again. “Yes. He’s the sexiest, sweetest, and most–considerate forty five year–old ever.”

  I smiled, while privately thinking that she had it really bad. Jarrod was average at best. It still amazed me that Jen had given up an opportunity to meet and marry Mr. Tall, Dark, and Ebony to marry him so soon after meeting him.

  “As you must have guessed, he was twenty when Mollie was born. And Lillie is actually the niece of Mollie’s hubby, who is ten years older than she is. When Lillie’s parents died, Mollie and her husband, Tim adopted her.”

  I widened my smile, hoping my eyes weren’t glazing over.

  Jen grinned. “Too much information?”

  I gave her a wide–eyed look. “I didn’t say that.”

  Jen laughed. “You didn’t have to.”

  “There’s my luggage,” I said, heading toward the luggage carousel.

  Jen grimaced when she lifted one of my suitcases. “What’s in here? All your wealth?”

  I shrugged. “Sue me, I come bearing gifts for the twins, you, and Jarrod.”

  She grinned. “I knew there was a reason I was so fond of you.”

  I laughed.

  We spent the hour–long drive to her house catching up on each other’s latest news.

  “What do you think?” she asked as she parked her car in the driveway of a large two–story single family home in a quiet, tree–lined cul–de–sac.

  “It looks perfect. You know I like big houses,” I reminded her.

  She glanced at the empty parking space adjoining hers and frowned. “Jarrod must have had to make a quick run. Let’s go in.”

  We carried my bags inside. The foyer was large with a lovely gilded mirror above an antique table. I glanced around. “Lovely.”

  Jen smiled. “Thanks. Do you want to change?”

  I’d traveled in a pair of comfortable sweats and preferred a long soak later to a quick shower now. I shook my head. “Not at the moment.”

  “Great. We’ll leave the bags here in the foyer and Jarrod will take them up to your room when he gets home.”

  I glanced around again and linked my arm through hers. “Tour?”

  “I thought you’ never ask.”

  Forty minutes after the tour of the house, we were both seated on the reclining leather sofa in the family room relaxing when we heard a vehicle in the driveway.

  Jen caught her breath and shot to her feet, her eyes shining. “Jarrod’s back. Excuse me.”

  I watched in surprise as she ran from the room with all the eagerness of a new bride who’d been separated from her husband for months instead of a few hours. Several minutes later, she appeared in the doorway. A few strands of hair trailed around her face and she had the happy look of a woman who had been thoroughly kissed.

  Behind her stood a tall, broad shouldered man with short brown hair, liberally sprinkled with gray at the temples. As he followed Jen into the room, I noted that he had a friendly smile and seemed very fit.

  Okay. He had an interesting face and a very nice pair of shoulders. Clearly he was capable of generating a second look, but I couldn’t see anything about him that would account for Jen saying she’d fallen in love with him at first sight. If I were going to fall for a white man, he’d be a hard–bodied hunk who reeked of sex appeal and was at least fifteen years younger than this Jarrod, and had dark hair and eyes and a very distinct tan. And, he sure as hell would not be a divorced grandfather.

  Jen turned to slip her arm around his waist, smiling briefly up at him before she tore her gaze away from his long enough to introduce us. “Lin, this is Jarrod. Jarrod, this is Linea Hills. You’ve heard me talk about her.”

  He nodded. “Yes. I have. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He stepped around Jen and extended his hand.

  I smiled, stood up, looked up into the warmest, smiling brown eyes I’d ever seen, and fell instantly in love. At least, I decided later that’s what had happened to me. At the time, I was just aware of my heart hammering, trying to swallow a sudden lump in my throat, and struggling to keep my knees from knocking. In that instance, I completely understood how Jen had fallen so hard for him so quickly. He had an undeniable magnetism that seemed to reach out and wrap itself around my pounding heart.

  When I placed my hand in his, I felt this incredible electric jolt sizzle all through me—from the top of my head, which felt as if it were about to explode, down to the tips of my toes. I felt warm all over—even as a chill danced down my spine.

  I’d never felt anything like that before. For a moment, after he’d released my hand, I saw his lips moving, but I couldn’t hear because of the roaring in my ears. Then I gave myself a mental shake and forced myself to concentrate on what he was saying.

  “…delighted you’re here at last.”

  I blinked. What had I missed? I cast a quick, guilty look at Jen, pasted a smile on my own face, and turned back to look at Jarrod. “Well…it’s great to finally be here…” And meet you. I think.

  Jen leaned against him. “We left Lin’s bags in the hall, hon.”

  The slow, intimate smile he turned on her, sent a jealous wave washing over me. “I’m on it.” He nodded at me and left the room.

  It was all I could do not to turn and stare after him. I sank back onto the sofa, the muscles in my stomach knotting up.

  Jen sat beside me. “So?”

  “So?” I blinked. “So what?”

  She nudged me. “Oh, come on. So what do you think of my Jarrod?”

  How could I answer that? Even though I hadn’t quite figured out at that point that I’d fallen for my best friend’s hubby, I knew I had the hots for him—big time. And that was a no–no. I could hardly lament to her the fact that my biggest problem with him was that he was her Jarrod.

  “Lin? What’s wrong? Why are you looking like that? Did you suddenly remember you left your range on or something?”

  I forced a smile to my face while struggling to come up with something innocent to say. I couldn’t very well admit that I felt as if a bolt of lightning had hit me the moment Jarrod engulfed my hand in his. The thought of him touching other, more sensitive parts of me…No! Stop, it, Jen. Do not go there! “I…I…”

  She nodded, grinning. “He does kind of take your breath away. Doesn’t he?”

  I stared at her, my cheeks burning.

  She went on. “The first time Jarrod and I met, I felt as if I’d been struck by lightning.” Her grin turned into a satisfied smile. “He said he felt the same way. We both knew right away we were in love. We ended up in bed on our first date.”

  I thought it better not to point out that such impulsive behavior had probably contributed to her past hurts.

  She sighed. “Making love with him was the most incredible experience of my life. It was only topped by having the twins.”

  Still unnerved by my reaction to Jarrod, I spoke without thinking. “He…he seems very…”
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br />   “What?”

  “Ah…exciting…” I admitted.

  Her smile wavered and her eyes widened. “You agree with me?”

  Oh, hell! What now? I moistened my lips and decided to be semi–truthful. “Now that I’ve finally met him, I can see where the twins get the other half of their good looks.”

  Her shoulders relaxed. Her smile returned. “Our babies are gorgeous. Aren’t they?”

  I nodded. “Yes, they are.”

  Of course she viewed that admission as an invitation to whip out a photo album. We spent the next half hour talking about the twins. I didn’t mind because she really loved talking about them and it gave me time to regroup. By the time Jarrod returned to the living room, I felt better able to pretend that just the sight of him didn’t rock my world on its axis.

  I was painfully aware of everything about him from the sound of his warm voice to the sexy way he walked. His slow smile aroused me, as did the way his thigh muscles rippled when he walked. But even under the lust eating me up, I couldn’t help appreciating the adoring look in his eyes whenever he looked at Jen. Damn but she was one lucky woman.

  While I was happy for her, I knew it was going to be a very long two weeks. I sighed. I had to come up with a valid excuse to leave early.

  Lying in bed later that night, each time I closed my eyes I imagined Jarrod making love to Jen and wished it was me. I bolted up in the dark bedroom, shaking. I sat on the side of the bed, hugging myself as if that would chase away the desire for Jen’s man. Jen’s man. She’d finally met a decent man who made her happy. As one of her oldest friends, her best friend, I needed to be happy for her—not jealous of her.

  After all her past hurts, she deserved to be happy. I would be happy for her. I turned on the light and got up. Moving across the room to the vanity, I stared at my reflection.

  A pair of dark eyes, full of lustful need and defiance stared back at me. I think that’s when I knew I wasn’t nearly as nice as I’d always given myself credit for being. There was a nasty, jealous streak in me that I’d never known I possessed. I didn’t like or trust that part of myself to do the right thing. I needed to get back to L.A. ASAP before I did something I’d regret for which Jen could never forgive me.