Tears Fall at Night - smashwords

by Vanessa Miller

Joy’s fists instantly clenched as she watch her father sit in a chair he didn’t deserve to be in. She had tried her best to get him out of that seat during the last two elections, but the people of North Carolina just kept voting the adulterer back in. A few years back, Joy had delighted in telling her father that she had been the one to provide the media with information about his girlfriend and his divorce. He’d tried to apologize to her for what he had done to their family, but she wasn’t interested in hearing it.

  Judge Nelson shuffled a few papers around as he avoided looking in Joy’s direction. He then said, “All we are doing today is setting bail, so let’s get to it.”

  Joy said, “I am not prepared to have a bail hearing yet.”

  Nelson took his glasses off and glanced in his daughter’s direction. “What’s the problem, Counselor?”

  Joy smirked. Using the court in this manner could seriously damage her career, but she didn’t care. Every chance she got, she was going to let her father know what an awful human being he was, and if anyone had a problem with it, she would simply start her own law firm. “You are the problem, Your Honor.” As she said the words Your Honor, her eyes rolled and it was obvious to all present that she thought he was anything but honorable.

  Nelson Marshall seemed to shrink in his seat for a moment. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “This is not the time or place for this, Joy. You have a job to do and so do I. Let’s just get on with it, all right?”

  “No,” Joy said flippantly. “You should have recused yourself from this case the moment you saw that I was the attorney of record, but since you didn’t, I am now publicly asking that you recuse yourself.”

  “Am I missing something?” Lance asked as he looked from Judge Marshall to Joy. His client nudged him, and then whispered something in his ear.

  “I see no reason why I should recuse myself. I am more than able to be an impartial judge in the matter that is before the court.”

  “It is well known that I informed the media about your marital misconduct, so if you do not recuse yourself, I will request a judicial review.”

  Lance lifted his hand in order to get the judge’s attention. When Judge Marshall turned to him, Lance said, “If there is some sort of problem between you and the assistant DA, then I respectfully request that Attorney Joy Marshall recuse herself so that we can move forward with the case. My client is entitled to his day in court and he does not want to delay the process waiting for another judge to be assigned to the case.”

  Joy hadn’t seen that coming. The defendant was entitled to a speedy trial, so his wishes might outweigh hers. She turned to Lance and said, “If the defendant is concerned about being able to post bond today, I am more than willing to work out bail with this judge.”

  Lance took her up on the offer. Bail was set for ten thousand and then Joy got back to her mission. “Now that we’ve handled that bit of business, I would like to reiterate the fact that I would like you to recuse yourself,” she said to her father, the judge.

  The defendant nudged Lance again. Lance spoke up again, “Your honor, if one of you has to go, my client would prefer that it be the prosecutor. He does not like the idea that his case would be delayed while he waits to be put on another judge’s docket.”

  “What’s his problem?” Joy asked indignantly. “If he makes bail, he’ll be at home with his family and friends while he awaits a new trial date.”

  Lance turned back to Judge Marshall. “My client has a right to a speedy trial. His rights shouldn’t be tossed aside at the whim of the prosecution.”

  Nelson turned to his daughter and said, “Well, Counselor?”

  “Well what?” she snapped at her father, confused by the entire incident. Why on earth wouldn’t a criminal be happy to have his court appearance moved back? He’d have more time to spend with his family and fellow criminal buddies before he is proven guilty and spends the next ten years behind bars.

  “It looks like you’re the one who needs to recuse,” Nelson said to his daughter.

  Joy threw up her hands, grabbed her briefcase and shouted, “Fine. You win. You always win!” She grabbed her purse and rushed out of the courtroom before she made a bigger spectacle of herself.

  It just wasn’t right. Her father was an awful human being, but things kept coming up roses for him. She wanted Nelson Marshall to pay for leaving her mother and ruining the family unit that she, her mother and brother had held dear. She had been a Daddy’s girl, wanting to be just like Judge Nelson Marshall, for she had imagined that there was no greater human on earth than her dad. But that was before her father left her mother for Jasmine, her ex-friend, the skank. As a matter of fact, Jasmine had been Joy’s roommate and her father had met Jasmine when Joy brought her over to the house for Sunday dinner.

  As Joy reached the exit door, her head swiveled to the left as she spotted Jasmine seated in the last row of the courtroom. The woman had the audacity to roll her eyes at Joy as she looked her way. Joy wanted to reach across that aisle and go upside her head, the same way her mother had done to Jasmine years ago. But she reminded herself that she was in a courthouse and could get arrested for doing something like that.

  Joy pushed open the door and walked out of the courtroom, and had almost made it out of the building when she heard Lance hollering behind her.

  “Hey Joy, wait up.”

  She turned and waited for him to catch up. When he was standing in front of her she said, “Make it quick, Lance. I have a ton on my plate today.”

  “What happened in there? I’ve never seen you so frazzled.”

  Feeling foolish, she looked down at her feet and then glanced towards the wall behind Lance. She didn’t owe him an explanation for her behavior. He wanted her to recuse herself and she did. That’s it, end of story.

  When Joy didn’t respond he asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  “Yeah,” she said, regaining her voice. “You can stay out of my business.” With that she turned and left the building.

  A Forever Kind of Love

  Book 3 in the

  Praise Him Anyhow Series

  by

  Vanessa Miller

  Prologue

  Looking like a GQ model in his black Armani suit and his yellow tie with tiny black dots, with dimples on both sides of his handsome face, Dontae Marshall put the two-carat Princess cut diamond ring in his pocket. Dontae would have gladly purchased a five-carat ring if need be, but the woman he had fallen in love with didn’t hunger and thirst for displays of wealth as the first woman he’d fallen for had.

  Dontae was so thankful that his sister, Joy had admonished him to pray about his decision to marry Tory Michaels. He hadn’t appreciated the way Joy butted into his business at the time. But after he took that hit on the football field and then had to deal with rehabilitation for his knee, while worrying over his doctor’s recommendation that he give up his football career, Dontae discovered that Tory was not the woman for him. She hadn’t been in it for the right reasons.

  Tory didn’t love Dontae Marshall the man; she loved Dontae Marshall the football star. And the day he decided to follow doctor’s orders and hang up his helmet, was the day that Tory started bringing him all kinds of drama. In the end, Dontae cut his losses by letting Tory keep that big rock he’d given her and then they both decided to go their separate ways. Soon after Dontae put his full concentration towards building the new career he had mapped out for himself.

  It had taken a few years, but Dontae had used the money he’d received as a signing bonus to open a sports agency. Even though he couldn’t play the game anymore, he still loved sports, so he sat down and had a talk with Stan Smith, his agent. Stan offered to take Dontae under his wing and he taught him the sports agency business and just like that, Dontae found a new purpose in life. He was passionate about protecting young athletes from some of the nonsense that went on behind the scenes. Dontae believed that his job was to help navigate his clients around a system designed to
favor the owners—and sometimes even coaches—rather than the players.

  After learning as much as he could from his mentor, Dontae relocated to Charlotte, North Carolina and set up shop. It didn’t take long for his agency to gain a good name among the athletic community and his business grew right before his eyes. Dontae’s mom had told him that his success was due to the fact that God had been watching out for him. Whether it was God’s doing or something much simpler, Dontae didn’t care, all he knew was that life was good.

  Dontae hadn’t imagined that things could get any better, but when he met Jewel Dawson, he realized that God had been holding out on him. Jewel was everything he wanted in a woman. She was soft spoken, yet in command at all times. Jewel was a writer who had taken her career into her own hands and was making a pretty good living. She was daring, loving, beautiful and most of all, she made him smile... no, not just smile, with Jewel, Dontae had learned to laugh and enjoy life again. He picked up the manila envelope, grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

  ***

  Dontae took Jewel to Villa Antonio, her favorite Italian restaurant. The ambiance was perfect for a romantic dinner. Jewel was wearing a sleeveless silk dress that crisscrossed in the back. The dropped waistline on the dress gave way to a skirt designed for twirling movements. Dontae definitely approved. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

  “I love this place. I’m so glad you got us reservations here tonight,” Jewel said as they were seated in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant.

  “I know you love it, that’s why we’re here.”

  Jewel leaned over and kissed Dontae on his full, luscious lips. “Thanks baby, you’re always thinking about me.”

  The couple ordered their food and then spent the evening gazing into each other’s eyes. Dontae knew with everything in him that Jewel was the one for him. He was ready to make a life with her and didn’t want to wait a moment longer. However, getting down on bended knee wasn’t an option for him. Oh, he had recovered quite well from his knee injury several years back, but the knee would act up on him at times. And since this was an important moment—one that he wanted Jewel to remember for a lifetime—he didn’t want to spoil it by needing the maître d’s help when and if he failed to get up on his own.

  Jewel’s hands were resting on the table. Dontae laid his hands on top of hers, still gazing into his beloved’s eyes he said, “Jewel, I want you to know that I am happy when I’m with you. You have brought so much joy into my life and, and—”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet,” Jewel interrupted.

  That’s when Dontae remembered the ring that was in his jacket pocket. His hand shook with nervousness as he pulled it out and gripped it like he used to hold the football when charging his way to a touchdown. “I just believe that you and I are a perfect match. We fit together, ya’ feel me?”

  Jewel nodded. “I feel the same way, Dontae. I think I started falling in love with you the moment we met.”

  That revelation brought a smile to his face, gave him the strength to do what he had gone there to do. He was seated across from Jewel, but suddenly felt miles away. Dontae got up and squeezed in next to his woman. He set the ring box on the table and opened it.

  Jewel gasped.

  “What I’m trying to say is...”

  Jewel wrapped her arms around Dontae and screamed, “Oh my God. Yes, yes, Dontae, I will marry you.”

  In a joking mood after receiving such a wonderful response to his almost proposal, he waited until she held out her hand for him to put the ring on her finger and then said, “You didn’t let me finish my question. How do you know I was going to ask you to marry me? Maybe I just wanted to give you a ring to celebrate our one-year anniversary.”

  A hint of sadness dimmed Jewel’s normally bright eyes. She quickly covered her face and said, “I’m so embarrassed. I should have let you finish. I’m sorry, Dontae.”

  He couldn’t carry the joke any further. The look on Jewel’s face told him that he’d gone too far. “No, I’m the one who is sorry. Of course I want to marry you. I was just joking, but I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  Jewel shoved him. “Boy, you play too much.”

  “I’m sorry about that. But you already agreed to marry me, so you’re stuck with me.” He took the ring out of the box. “Can I put this on your finger and make it official?”

  Grinning from ear to ear, Jewel held out her hand.

  Dontae put the ring on her finger; they then celebrated with several kisses and Tiramisu. When they finished off their dessert, Dontae kissed his soon-to-be bride and then grabbed the manila envelope he’d left on the other side of the table and handed it to Jewel. “I almost forgot to give you this.”

  “What’s this?” Jewel asked, while opening the envelope, still grinning at her man.

  “Just a little document that I need you to sign and return to my attorney.” He leaned back in his seat and added, “At your leisure, of course.”

  Jewel pulled the document out and read, then stared at it as if the words were written in Greek. After a long silent pause, she turned to him and asked, “Is this a joke?”

  Dontae swiveled his head in order to take a glance at the paperwork in Jewel’s hand. “No joke, babe, I just need you to sign those papers and return them to my attorney.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “What’s wrong?” Dontae asked, not understanding Jewel’s reaction.

  While shaking her head, Jewel told him, “This is turning out to be the worst proposal in the history of marriage proposals.”

  Confused by her reaction, Dontae said, “I thought I did good. I brought you to your favorite restaurant. I picked out a diamond that I knew you would love and then I... I—”

  “And then you had the audacity to hand me a prenuptial agreement.” Jewel threw the document down on the table and yanked the ring off her finger. “If you’re so worried that the marriage won’t last, I don’t think we should even bother getting married in the first place.”

  Dontae had been leaning back, relaxing and enjoying the moment. But as he watched Jewel take the ring he’d just given her off her finger, a feeling of panic overtook him and he bolted into action. Holding up his hands trying to halt her tirade, Dontae said, “Hold up... you don’t need to take that ring off. We’re engaged now. I want to marry you.”

  Jewel put the ring in Dontae’s hand and stood up. “Take me home.”

  “But baby.”

  “Take me home this instant, Dontae. I don’t even want to talk to you right now.”

  “Baby, be reasonable. Don’t you want to discuss the wedding?”

  Jewel picked up the prenup, threw it in Dontae’s face and then shoved his shoulders until he got up so that she could make her way out of the restaurant.

  Dontae could see that he had lost the battle, so he did as Jewel asked so that he would have a shot at winning the war.

  1

  Carmella Marshall-Thomas was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the desserts she had made for Ramsey Jr’s coming home party. Her husband’s oldest son wasn’t moving back to Raleigh as she and Ramsey had hoped, but he would be in Charlotte with Dontae and that was good enough for her. Carmella enjoyed throwing dinner parties for her family, so the Marshalls and Thomases were all gathering together again today.

  Raven and Joy were in the kitchen helping her with the meal, while Renee hung out in the family room with Ramsey and Ronny. Dontae was driving in from Charlotte and had promised to pick up Ramsey Jr. from the airport on his way to the house. So as usual everyone would be there except for Ramsey’s youngest son, the one with the heart of gold. Rashan was a missionary and had travelled all over the world during his short twenty-eight years of life, helping out and doing the Lord’s work wherever needed.

  “Okay ladies,” Carmella addressed Joy, her natural born daughter and Raven her daughter from her marriage to Ramsey. Carmella and Ramsey had been marrie
d for eight years now, and Ramsey’s children, the kids with the R names, didn’t seem like step-children to her anymore. They were family and that’s all Carmella had to say about that. “Looks like we have taken care of everything in here. Now all we have to do is set the table.”

  “Why don’t we make Renee do that, since she didn’t bother to help us fix one thing today,” Raven demanded.

  “I second that,” Joy said. “Renee acts like she’s allergic to pots and pans.”

  “You two need to leave your sister alone. She contributes to this family in other ways. But one day she will come to understand and appreciate the value of spending time with us in the kitchen,” Carmella told her girls even as she prayed for that wish to come true. She so longed to be as close to Renee as she was with the rest of the children. But Carmella had learned the art of patience, so she was willing to wait until Renee felt comfortable enough to have a mother-daughter relationship with her.

  “You’re just too nice, Mom, that’s all that is,” Joy told Carmella as she reached into the cabinet and pulled out the fancy china that Carmella only used for family events.

  “Why do you always use your best china for us, but use the regular plates for other guests?” Raven asked.

  Carmella smiled. She hadn’t known that her family noticed her preferences until Joy pulled the right plates out of the cabinet and then Raven commented about it. “You all are the most important people in my life; I wouldn’t dare offer anything but the best to my family.” She grabbed hold of Raven’s arm, looked her in the eyes and said, “And don’t you dare accept anything but the best from the man you choose to marry. You let him know that you’re treated like royalty at home and the only way he can get your heart is if he can do better than what your father and I already do.”

  “You didn’t tell me to say any of that to the men I dated,” Joy complained.

  “Girl, you didn’t date all that much and you know it. But by the time you met Lance, I knew he was the one and I knew he would treat you like a queen. So, I didn’t need to give you anything to say. I just kept praying that you would wake up and see what was right in front of you.” And besides, Carmella had other reasons for saying what she had to Raven. The girl was beautiful, talented and smart, but she had an insecurity about her that caused Carmella to worry that she might let any old riffraff in her life. She didn’t want Raven mentally or physically abused by any man, so she kept praying for her daughter.