Bonnie & Shine: An Epic Love Tale

by Nicety

  BONNIE & SHINE

  AN EPIC URBAN LOVE TALE

  Nicety

  Copyright © 2014 Denise Entertainment

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Giving honor to God. He who is the head of my household.

  Thank you to my family; I will love

  you all until the end of time, you are the air that

  I breathe.

  To my friends; thanks for keeping me afloat

  when I thought I would sink.

  To my fans and many followers; I love you

  all more than words can say.

  Thank you for the love and support

  you deliver each day!

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my family and my friends

  who supported my dream of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  To some very special readers who have been rocking

  with me and supporting me from day one, I love you all.

  This book goes out to my editor and friend Latosha Scruggs,

  The head of #TeamNicety Jackie Figueroa, my proofer Je Tuan Lavyonne, The VP of #TeamNicety Nae Martinez, Fallon Willis Blaqk,

  Keyanna Savage, Shemika Jones, Sharon Blount, Courtney Johnson,

  Keona Day, LaShaun Cadney, Rosalyn Reed, Shanta Shaw, Me’Tova Hollingsworth, LaSonya Steger, Lakenya Ross,

  Candice Preyer, Tiffany Williams, Shikira Hoy,

  Tona McCoy, Shamella Skipper, Linda Jiggets,

  Marissa Palmer, Sistar Tea, Sandy Sims, Carla Towns,

  Joy Hammond Nelson, Samantha Kennedy,

  Tampeka Lester and Tanisha-PhatPhat.

  Last but certainly not least The Nicety Readers!!!

  Love you all!

  Special Shout outs to #TEAMNICETY, the bullets to my nine! Also to my awesome cover designer Nuance Art! You did that love. Get at her on FB, Twitter, and Instagram for your graphic needs!

  To my besties…you all know who you are as I will only

  use first names but your love and support knows no bounds.

  Mario, Guillermo, Ashley H., Yvette, Bob, Manny

  “You’re so silly”, Leslie, Princess, Will, Karen,

  Jermika and MY LATE AUNT-IN-LAW Earline.

  I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

  for always supporting me and making sure that I

  remained focused on the task at hand, which was getting

  your books to you on time. Laughing but dead serious.

  To my husband, the perfect verse over a tight beat.

  Thanks for being nothing more than you!

  **If I have forgotten anyone, know that

  I love you still**

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  One

  Wednesday evening, August 24th, 2011

  Why Don’t You Love Me

  Bonnie

  We don’t talk. We barely even fuck. If someone had told me four years ago at the altar that marriage would be like this, I would’ve told him he could stuff the cheap gold Walmart bridal set that he gave me, up his ass. Yeah, it was the only thing he could afford back then but promises of an upgrade fell by the wayside. Especially after duty called more often than not. It wasn’t all bad, though. In fact, it was actually pure bliss. That is until about two years ago, when he started sleeping with his new blonde haired blue-eyed size six intern. He thought I didn’t know about their torrid love affair. He figured that ever since we decided that I would quit my demanding job as a University of Chicago college professor, to work on getting pregnant with our first child, that I was oblivious to his dirt. What he failed to realize was that it only gave me more free time to focus on him. It was that and the fact that he paid for everything with his Amex, like he wasn’t even trying to hide the shit.

  He wanted a baby so badly that he could practically feel himself holding one in his arms. I wasn’t pregnant for lack of trying, however. He mounted me anywhere that was possible and everyday he got the chance. Some days, I wasn’t even in the mood but he would mount me anyway, skeeting his seeds all inside of my womb hoping for a good shot. But every time he touched me, all I could do was cringe with repulsion. All I could think about was him being with her. He became more careless with each day, coming home smelling like her cheap, clearance rack bought perfume; the smell was repulsive. I followed him one day. I needed to see the competition, bring to reality what I was up against. I nearly had an anxiety attack when I saw her porcelain white skin and long blonde locks. She pulled up next to him in a red Porsche with the license plate “From Him” on the back. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces and no matter how hard I tried to put my focus elsewhere, my eyes remained on those words, “From Him”.

  I was forced back to reality as the plates disappeared in the distance; watching her drive off in the car my man bought. I cried whenever I was alone, I could not let him see my tears; I would never show him weakness. Thinking back to when I seemed to have everything under control; especially my own money, I wished I was back there. Sure, my job was stressful at times and the pressure of leaving took a toll on me. But nothing compared to what I endured in that house on a regular basis. The strain of it all was the reason why I wasn’t getting pregnant in the first place. I am barely surviving in what seems like a pit of hell, how could I even expect a life to live inside of me; especially when I felt like I’m already dead.

  It was my birthday. He hadn’t spent any of it with me, because he was too busy with his thriving career as a high-end private practice plastic surgeon. His good name, Dr. Major Allen, meant more to him than life itself. I admired that about him. He was so driven and dedicated to his work. No one took it more seriously than he. At thirty-two, he was focused on upholding a prestigious reputation as Oak Brook, IL most sought after surgeon. Still, with all of his absences from my life, I couldn’t complain about our lavish lifestyle. All he wanted was to have a precious little life, a baby and I couldn’t give it to him. Maybe if I was happier, I could. But, how could I be happy and his dick was stuck in someone else all of the time? He didn’t have an insatiable appetite for multiples of women; only her. It was as if he was in love with her. I knew, this was a re
ality I would have to face head on someday but I wasn’t ready and today was not the day. I was the bitch with the ring. I had earned my stripes in this marriage and there was no one on this Earth who would take that from me. Yes, that would be the day that hell would freeze over.

  “Bonnie. Bonnie. Are you going to get in the car or are you just going to stand there and let me hold the door open for you all night long?” He talked to me like he was irritated just from the sight of my face.

  “Why is it always like that with you? Huh? You don’t have to be so snappy when you talk to me, Major.” My tone was calm enough to soothe.

  “Well if you didn’t insist on me taking you out to dinner tonight, I wouldn’t be. I could be catching up on some much needed paperwork before tomorrow’s consultations. I mean, who goes out in the middle of the week anyway?”

  “I don’t understand your frustration, babe. I’m your wife and it’s my birthday. You should want to spend this day with me. I don’t mind doing things for you.”

  “Bonnie, you don’t get it do you? You’re just so damn needy lately. Hell, you’re not popping out any babies; maybe you ought to take your ass back to work.” His words were cold.

  “Excuse me? You’re the one who thought it was a great idea for me not to work. It’s not my fault that I’m not pregnant yet.” I sneered.

  “If it’s not then whose fault is it?”

  “Hmm. Maybe you ought to pay more attention to this pussy then that other one,” I mumbled unconscious of how loud I actually was.

  “What did you just say to me?”

  My palms became clammy in an instant. My body simply froze from the low-pitched snarl in his voice. I knew I had fucked up. The last thing that I wanted to do was make him angry and ruin the one good day we might have had together. I could feel the heat emanating from his side of the car. It was like eighty-degree weather had kicked off even though it was a chilly thirty-five outside. I turned only to catch a glimpse of the irritation bleeding on his face. He wanted to slap me, like he did most days I got out of pocket with him. I could feel it coming on. And as he pulled over on the side of the dark road, I knew it was about to be something so serious that no amount of makeup would be able to hide it this time.

  “Get the fuck out the car,” Major demanded, as his finger flicked the trigger unlocking the passenger door.

  “Okay now, Major. It is 9pm at night and we are virtually in the middle of nowhere. I’m not getting out of this car,” I replied softly, hoping to gain an ounce of sympathy. “I’m in my formal wear and you’re in yours, so let’s just go out and have a nice time. Alright?”

  “I said, get the hell out of this car. Did I stutter the first time?” Major was highly upset.

  Even with his dark skin, I could see the fuming wrinkles forming on his forehead. His baldhead shined in the streetlight and as he unraveled his studious bowtie and slapped it on the dash, I began to wonder why I fell in love with him in the first place. He was just as sexy as he was the first day that I met him. Six foot, two hundred and ten pounds of solid muscle, with dark chocolate skin. But when I found out he was educated, that was the ticket home for me. Every woman wanted a man who was strong, sexy, and a doctor and I had him. There was no way I was going to let him go that easily. Especially not for some broad who hadn’t put in the same amount of time and work that I had. Major and I dated for two years before we were married, and I had to suck a whole lot of dick with no favors in return. He told me that was the only way he would know I loved him for him and not his money; that and signing a damn prenuptial agreement.

  "Major. Baby, please," I begged.

  "You know, when we first met, you was a pretty young thing at 21. Young, vibrant, and ready to please. Now look at you. 27 and tired. You can't even produce a decent kid." Even at his meanest, he was still everything to me. "I've been trying to figure out a way to say this for a long time. And, you've just made it that much easier."

  "Whatever I've done, Major, we can fix this. We can fix us." I assured him, grabbing his massive hand in mine.

  "Bonnie, its over. I'm leaving you...for Jessica." He licked his full lips, as if he was trying not to salivate at the thought of her. "And stop begging. It's so tacky and pathetic. Don't you think?"

  "Hmm. Is that her name?" I sat back in the seat fussing with the bottom of my navy blue knee length body con dress.

  I stuck my other hand in the pocket of my black fur coat balling a stress fist, as the heat from the Jaguar's vents blew feverishly into my face. He sighed heavily turning his attention out the side mirror, rubbing the stress out of his chin hair. The more I sat there, the more livid he appeared to become. He could huff and puff all he wanted, I was not about to get out the car in the dead ass of winter and certainly not in the middle of the night. My idea of a great birthday was not hitch hiking on a dark road in Giuseppe heels.

  "Ah, Bonnie. You aren't as naive as you look. Yes, that's her name and she's 4 months pregnant...with my son," He spat so proudly.

  "Y-your son?" My throat clogged with saliva and my heart dropped four feet. "What the fuck do you mean, Major?"

  "What the fuck did I just say? I mean seriously, Bonnie, how long did you think your 5'5" with brown eyes beauty was going to last with me? Beauty isn't shit if you can't do anything with it. I mean, your exotic light brown skin and smoky biracial eyes caught my eye at first. Not to mention a body so tight and thick, it would make any man skeet right on it. But you’re crazy if you think you’re going to get through life on that alone." Major cracked his knuckles. "Now, I'll be more than fair with giving you a place to live for a year, but after that you're on your own."

  "Your son?" I repeated, staring down at my heels in disbelief.

  I wondered if I clicked the beautiful leopard print heels together, would they take me home. It worked with the sparkly red heels Dorothy had on in the Wizard of Oz. So I could only hope that my two thousand dollar custom made roots could do the same for me. My heart burned feeling like it would crumble into black dust and blow away in the wind. How could he do this to me? All I ever wanted since we got married was to bear his child and he stole that from me. I was stuck in my thoughts. I could hear him talking but it all fell on partially ears.

  "Look here's some money for a cab. Go back to the house. We'll settle arrangements for you to leave in the morning. Right now, I've got some business to take care of." He licked his lips, as if he was ready to feast on a tasty morsel.

  My breathing became erratic. It was almost as if I weren't breathing at all. I could feel the walls of my throat closing in as I gasped for air. I tried to stop the drops of tears from falling from my eyes, but it was uncontrollable. They fell like a waterfall. I tried not to look up at him, keeping my eyes to the floor. An uncanny laughter filled the car. I paused looking up at him distraught. His eyes were stone cold. The adrenaline pumped hard through my veins as I reached up and slapped the shit out of him.

  “No motherfucka! I’m not leaving. You’ve got some nerve to treat me like shit for some whore. I’m not leaving. Ever,” The words roared through my lips.

  It surprised me that I had that much rage inside of me. It was even more surprising that this jackass was swinging, fighting me back. As I swung harder, hoping to reach his face, I couldn’t help but wonder what I had done to deserve such disrespect from him. He was supposed to love me ‘til death did us part. He was supposed to protect me and love me through sickness and health. But those were vows he knew nothing about keeping. My fists flew one right after the other wildly around his blocking arms, until one finally landed on his jaw. Spittle flew from his mouth I had knocked him in his face so hard. I had to admit, a part of me smiled inside. I sat back in my seat, tired and weak from despair.

  “Whatever you’ve got just bring it on. There’s nothing else you can do to fucking hurt me anymore,” I breathed, my chest pumping heavily up and down.

  Major’s hand seemed to extend from out of nowhere, reaching over backhanding me across my face. My fore
head bumped against the headrest, as my cheek began to sting like a hive of honeybees. I waited for him to continue to wail on my face like a punching bag at the gym. Instead he turned the key to the car and pulled it out of the ignition, stuffing it deep into his dark colored slacks. His eyes were so blank. I couldn’t read them, but they stared down at me hard as ever. It scared the shit out of me. I thought I would pee my panties right there in the front seat. Major increasingly grinned eerily as he grabbed the driver’s side door handle, teasing me as he prepared to exit the car. That was it. He was going to murder me on the side of the road with no one around for miles to hear my screams. I panicked as it dawned on me that I was helpless.

  “You’re going to pay for that shit.” Major exited the car swinging the door open, as an oversized MACK truck honked his horn loudly before it rammed right into him.

  “MAJOR,” I screamed in horror, as I watched his body be mutilated between a set of massive wheels.

  The car door had been ripped off and the car shifted a tad bit as well. But it was otherwise still intact. I climbed over on the driver’s side exiting the hole, noticing the trail of blood. It led from the car to a few feet ahead where the truck had finally came to a screeching halt. An older white man exited the truck leaving it still running. He panicked, pointing hysterically down at the marred carcass wedged underneath his truck. My feet were walking slowly towards the crime scene but my mind was still stuck in front of the car.

  “Call the fucking police lady. Oh my God. Somebody call the police.” The man dug inside his jeans searching for his cell, before frantically climbing back into his cab.

  I was numb. I had never seen anything like it. There was blood and what appeared to be guts everywhere. I followed the stream of blood up to one of the wheels staring down at what was left of Major, his legs. His shiny leather shoes were no longer the immaculate beauties they once were. They were his favorite shoes. I could hear the truck driver stuttering on the phone with 911, as saliva made a pool in my mouth. With every bit of strength I had, I hawked up more from the back of my throat and spit it out onto his feet.