Soon he stood up and turned me over so that my butt was pointed up. He slowly entered me from behind made slow circles inside of my tunnel. He hit my G-spot and soon I could feel the juices pour out of me. He moaned loudly as the extra lubrication intensified the experience. He turned me over, and my legs rested on his shoulders. He made long, steady strokes, and with each orgasm I screamed his name. Marlo knew how satisfied I was by the puddle that was lying under me. I lost count of the orgasms after the fifth one. I was almost comatose by the time he exploded.
We lay there looking at each other, and I was smiling because things were now heading in the right direction. I placed my head on his chest as thoughts of the future ran through my mind. I was finally going to be with the man I loved. My life had come full circle, and I believed that things could only get better from that point. I was speechless, but he managed to get one sentence out of me before I drifted off to sleep.
“How much do you love me, baby?” he asked, as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I raised my head, gazed into his eyes, and simply said, “More than you could ever imagine!”
Epilogue
I began planning our wedding immediately following the engagement. I planned a huge ceremony in Hawaii. The guest list was a total of 200 people, and I was surprised to see that everyone made it. I found out shortly after the honeymoon that I was pregnant again, and Marlo was overly excited. I gave birth to another little girl that we named Lynise Jade. I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her, just as I had with Skyy.
Sugar Walls was renamed after it was bought, and it was now called Movers and Shakers. I peeped in from time to time just to revisit what was once a huge moneymaker for me. I eventually enrolled in Temple University studying social work and I graduated exactly four years later with a Bachelor’s degree. I had finally accomplished what had been my dream for so long, and I wished that my mother had been alive to see how wrong her predictions about me were.
Marlo eventually opened up a barbershop and gave a lot of young barbers a chance to shine in the neighborhood. The shop thrived, and I was glad that he found another hustle—something more productive and less dangerous. I no longer had to worry about him being shot or killed, and that made it a lot easier for me to sleep at night.
I visited Mya frequently with my nephew, and each time she apologized for the things that she had done. I forgave her because it wasn’t all her fault. I blamed my parents for the way we were raised, and I blamed myself for part of the way that I had treated her. I wasn’t sorry for any of the things that I had done, but I knew that I was partly responsible. Going to church was one of the things that helped me because I had never been to church growing up. I never even thought about it until I turned my life around. I even convinced Marlo to go with me twice a month. Believing in God healed me, and I was able to move on.
I thought about all of my relationships and how they all affected my life, starting with my parents. I never really got a chance to know them. The drugs that clouded their minds only allowed the abuse and blocked any form of closeness. I vowed to treat my children totally opposite of that. My relationships with everyone else molded me, and I believe that they helped me. I always felt like I needed to be with someone to validate myself, and now things were totally different.
I thought about the things that I went through often, and though many of the memories weren’t good ones, I know that each experience made me stronger. I could have never survived the things that I had without the bad times to make my spine a little tougher. I finally realized how a few seconds of pleasure can lead to a lifetime of a pain, and you should never be so dependent on affection that you lose control of your soul. I realized my mistakes, and Marlo realized his. We finally saw the importance of taking responsibility for our own actions. We both wanted the best for our children, and that was part of the reason I became a social worker. I didn’t want anyone to live the life that I did, and any way that I could prevent it early I was going to try. The saying that everything happens for a reason was finally making sense to me, and it meant a lot knowing that my success didn’t come easy. I had to work hard for everything that I had, and it made it that much easier to enjoy it.
Sneak Peek . . .
Black Diamond 3:
Lucky Chance
by Brittani Williams
Prologue
Where it all began,
Recap: 2006
“Why are you staring at me like that Kemp?” Diamond said smiling while admiring her future paycheck. Kemp was fine, but the zeros in his bank account were much more attractive.
“What I can’t admire my Diamond now?” he replied talking a quick bite of his steak.
After taking a sip of her wine she returned to smiling, “I didn’t say that, I’m just not used to you admiring me this way that’s all.”
“Well I guess it’s time for a change. You belong to me right?”
“No question. I’m here to stay. This Diamond is yours forever,” she sat up tall in the chair.
“Now that’s what I like to hear, and since we’re on this topic of diamonds being forever. Can you tell me the difference between a diamond and a rock or a pebble?” He asked grabbing hold of her hand.
“You mean like an alley rock or a pebble?”
“Yes,” he quickly replied.
“We’re priceless unlike the rest, but you knew that already.” She replied confidently.
“Yeah I see that,” he paused and looked leaned around the table to glance at her frame. “But the thing that makes you so priceless is time. That’s the difference.”
“Time?” she asked confused.
“Yes baby, time. The time it takes to find a precious stone like you compared to any other washed up rock or pebble is measureless. One would have to damn-near slave to find a diamond, which takes time, patience, dedication, loyalty, and hard work to discover a diamond. Would you agree?”
“I do.” She smiled at his poetic words. She never expected him to say anything so beautiful.
“You do, do you?” he asked with the sexiest smile that Diamond had ever seen.
“Yes babe, I do,” she leaned across the table and kissed him slowly.
While kissing Diamond he pulls out a ring from his pocket and slipped it on her finger, “What about now?”
“What are saying Kemp?” she screamed looking at the huge diamond ring that he’d placed on her finger.
Kemp signaled the waiter for a bottle of champagne, “I believe I’ve already said it.”
“But it’s only been six weeks.”
“Listen to me Diamond—There are only two types of lovers in the world. You have those who believe that love comes in time and then you have my type—who believe that time comes with love. Which one are you?”
“The one that comes with you,” she said excitedly.
“I thought you’d say that.”
“So when Kemp?” she asked with a giggle. She’d almost reached the finish line. It was so close she could taste it.
“What about tonight? I don’t see any reason to wait any longer.” He replied rubbing the back of her hand.
“It’s too late silly. What about first thing in the morning,” she smiled.
“Sounds great. So what about tonight?”
She knew exactly what he meant. She got up from her chair and he stood up as soon as she reached his side of the table. Getting so close that he could feel her breath on his neck she whispered, “Oh tonight, you let me take care of that.” She turned and began to walk away. Kemp followed behind her watching her leave before catching up.
While the union started resembling something out of a fairy tale it wouldn’t take long before things started to fray. Diamond’s ulterior motives came to surface as soon as she had a pawn to play in her little game. Her childhood best friend had recently come back into her life and hadn’t been able to resist Kemp’s charm. Diamond wasn’t sure when or how she’d get the opportunity to execute her plan but luckily for her t
hey fell right in line. Kemp hadn’t expected Diamond home and after Mica stopped by unexpectedly Kemp and Mica engaged in the ultimate betrayal. Enter Diamond, the diva with a plan.
She could hear the moaning loudly through the halls, an instant indication that there was either a porno being watched or another woman in her bed. Seeing how Mica’s car was parked outside and her purse was on the table downstairs she had already put two and two together. Her footsteps couldn’t be heard over their loud lovemaking, and not even the door opening interrupted them. She stood there in the dark hallway watching. Figuring she might as well let them finish before she let my presence be known. At least then it would all be worth it and they’d get some sort of enjoyment out of it all. As Kemp laid flat on his back his arms tightly gripped Mica’s waist. She grinded into him and let out moans each time the strokes hit her spot. The flickering of the candlelight bounced off of her body making it radiant. Even the beads of sweat that formed on her back were evident. She continued to ride him jockey style and soon he was yelling her name and palming her ass until he had expelled every drop of his love inside of her.
She slowed her pace and after stopping I knew that it was my cue. She raised her gun and aimed it in their direction. She released the safety, which quickly gained their attention. Mica jumped off of him and began backing up to the top of the bed, covering her naked body with the sheets. Kemp sat up in shock and spoke immediately trying to calm Diamond down. In her mind she thought ‘Show time, let’s get this over with so I can head straight to the bank’ but just like an Academy Award nominated actress she turned on the waterworks allowing the tears to fall from her face.
“Baby, it’s not what you think?” he spat, the same bullshit line that every man speaks when they were caught. ‘What the fuck did he think? She was blind!’ she thought.
“What kind of asshole do you think that I am?” she screamed, “Did you actually think you could get away with this?”
“I’m so sorry you had to see this. I never wanted you to find out this way!” Mica cried, as tears began pouring out of her eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t want to hurt me? That’s bullshit! Fucking my man is definitely not the way to avoid it. I trusted you and this is what I get?” She pointed the gun again.
“Please, Diamond. Don’t do this. This is not the way to handle this,” Kemp continued to try his hand.
“Fuck you! You don’t have the right to tell me what to do and what not to do. I’m running this shit! Do you see this gun, remember this sight cause this is the last thing that you are going to see. I hope the pussy was worth it!” She cocked the gun and began shooting releasing five shots. Blood sprayed all across the room streaking the walls with a red texture. From this moment every decision that she made started with this moment. She had to always look over her shoulder to make sure that there wasn’t anyone lurking or that she didn’t do anything to tip off the police of her crimes. It was always a struggle and life would only get harder from that point for both her and Black, Kemp’s best friend, her current husband.
About the Author
Brittani Williams was born and raised in Philadelphia, PA, where she currently resides. She began writing when a school assignment required her to write a short play. This assignment showed her how far her imagination could go.
The last two years have definitely been a blessing for Brittani with the release of Daddy’s Little Girl and tons of great feedback from readers all over. She has had the opportunity to participate in two anthology projects Fantasy and Flexin’ & Sexin’ with some of the hottest authors in the game. With the release of Sugar Walls she will have four projects in circulation, all released in the same year.
Brittani graciously thanks Mark Anthony and the entire Q-Boro staff for giving her the opportunity to show the world what her family and friends have raved about since day one.
Brittani is the mother of a four-year-old and is currently hard at work on her third and fourth novels. Stay Tuned for Brittani in 2008!
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