Say You Do

by Serenity Jackson

  Say You Do

  Serenity Jackson

  Copyright © 2020 Serenity Jackson

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Art Painter

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  This book is dedicated to my parents Shedrick and Donna Mack (Please disregard the sex scenes) Love you

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  The Pleasure Is All Your

  Caught Off Guard

  Power in The Pussy

  Damned If I Do, Damned If I Don’t

  Who TF Did I Marry?

  Let the Games Begin

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgement

  About The Author

  SAY

  YOU

  DO!!

  Can a woman love the idea of being loved without the existence of deception?

  We put people on a pedestal when their existence is merely mediocre. We tend to allow what we see as love cloud our judgement and provoke our inquisitiveness, what we allow others to do to us will never affect them it will always scar our souls leaving us questioning our judgements.

  The Pleasure Is All Your

  She sits in her big Jetta tub filled with bubbles, aroma therapy oils, lights dimmed, and the soft melodies of Floetry plays through her water proof speakers. She softly caresses her breast stroking each nipple to the point of erection, moving her hand seductively across her belly button and down to the peak of her vagina. She slowly strokes her clitoris and with each stroke she feels the sensation in her body rises more and more, repeatedly inserting and extracting her middle and index fingers in and out of her vagina she feels her orgasm intensifying. She moans and continues to allow her fingers to make love to her over and over again until she finally reaches her climax. Heavy breathing, eyes rolling, and body convulsing was exactly what Shantel needed to get her week started. She regains her composure and proceeds to wash every inch of her body, she sings along with the music using her shampoo bottle as her microphone.

  “All you got to do is say yes, don’t deny what you feel let me undress you baby….,”

  Singing and swaying her hips as she grooves to the music. Sitting at her vanity, Shantel rubs a Jasmine scent body cream all over her body. Satisfied with her Monday morning session she smiles at her reflection in the mirror and says to herself,

  “Who wouldn’t want to marry you?”

  Blowing kisses at herself she gets up and begins to get dressed for her 11am meeting. Shantel is the owner of Lavish Lovely’s which is a clothing line created for voluptuous thick’em women who are very curvaceous. She enjoyed giving women the confidence they needed and designing clothes that hugged their bodies just right without making them feel plump was her mission.

  “Good morning baby, you look gorgeous as always,”

  Brandon passionately kisses his fiancé on the lips which always made Shantel melt on the inside. Shantel and Brandon met a year ago at her best friend’s gala, she wore a beautiful canary yellow Chanel gown which most people would consider it bold, but it complimented her mocha smooth skin, she was a size 16 and she wore it well. Shantel never wanted to be a skinny bitch, she enjoyed having hips, ass and voluptuous breast, everything she wore served a purpose and it was always an eye catcher. Brandon spotted her from across the room, he was amazed by how self-assured and beautiful she was but instead of approaching her he decided his best friend Nate would be the better man for her. Brandon was shallow yet handsome, he was 6’0 feet tall, light-skinned and all muscle. His shiny wavy hair and Colgate smile was always a lady killer, but Brandon didn’t date women over a size 7. Nate was tall, dark and handsome; He stood 6’1, smooth chocolate skin, hazel eyes, muscular built and he was the complete opposite of Brandon. Nate believed in love and was in search of his wife, he owned his own construction company and he buried himself in his work. He never made time for a woman unless he saw wifey potential in her so when he spotted Shantel he was mesmerize by her beauty; his eyes followed her every move and he just knew that she would be his wife one day.

  “Bran, who is that?”

  “The hell if I know but she is beautiful man, go ahead Nate and talk to her she’s your type.”

  “Nah a woman that beautiful has to be either married or engaged.”

  “True and if she’s not, then that means she’s crazy or lazy.”

  “Damn man your cold I don’t know why women entertain you but watch… one day you’re going to miss out on a good woman Brandon.”

  Shantel made her way across the room to greet her best friend Porsha.

  “Ms. Sinclair I must say this is one amazing gala, I’m sorry I missed brunch yesterday I was swamped with meetings.”

  “Thank you, I’m so happy you made it and don’t worry about brunch I needed to do a little extra work for the gala anyway. But are we on for next Sunday?”

  “Absolutely ma’am, now tell me about these two handsome brothers staring at us from across the room.”

  “Well, the light-skinned brother is Brandon, he works with the other guy Nate, they are best friends. It’s been said that Brandon is a bit of a player and an asshole, but as for Nate I really can’t say the same. Every time I throw one of my galas to raise money for battered women he always shows up and contribute lots of money, so he seems like a stand-up guy.”

  “Hmmm interesting, well they both seem a bit mysterious and you know I love a good mystery.”

  They both laughed and continued to small talk, after 2 hours of mixing and mingling Shantel was ready to go home. She had helped Porsha raise over $200k for the battered women’s foundation. Porsha Sinclair was not the 9-5 type of girl; she didn’t like working and she always wanted quick money so when she met Peter Mullings it was the perfect collaboration. For every gala Porsha threw for him she would pocket 20% which for most would be feasible. Porsha was not a budget type of girl, she wanted to keep up with the “Joneses” which meant she needed to throw a gala every 2 to 3 months to support her lifestyle. When that didn’t fall through, she made sure to have a sponsor that she could fuck on a daily basis who wouldn’t mind paying her bills.

  “Okay Porsha girl my work here is done I will talk to you later and I’ll remind my assistant to schedule our usual spot for Sunday.”

  “Okay hun thank you so much for your help and support, I know Mr. Mullings will be ecstatic at the numbers we pulled in tonight. See you Sunday and get home safe.”

  Shantel headed to the front door and handed the valet her ticket…

  “It’s such a beautiful night.”

  The bass in his voice shivered through Shantel’s body, she turned around and nearly climaxed at the sight of Nate’s beautiful smile.

  “Yes, it is. I’m Shantel Boyd and you are?”

  “Nice to meet you Shantel, my name is Nathanial Bowers, but my friends call me Nate.”

  He softly kissed her hand and the softness of his lips made her body tingle straight down to her clit. He then handed the valet his ticket and continued talking to her until her car arrived. When the valet pulled her car around, she noticed there was a note on her windshield that read:

  “Brandon Knox 470-555-3323 I’m interested in changing your life for the
better. If you dial this number, then that means you are open to letting me love you and showing you things, you’ve never seen before but if you don’t dial the number then that means you are content with entertaining corny ass dude’s like Mr. Bowers. It’s your choice beautiful”.

  Shantel mouth dropped, she looked around for this infamous Mr. Knox but he was nowhere to be found.

  “Is everything okay?” Nate asked looking concerned.

  “Do you know a Brandon Knox?”

  She asked handing him the letter and instantly he laughed and responded,

  “Yes”.

  Nate seemed a bit embarrassed, but he held his composure and defended his character, but Shantel’s only focus at that time was Mr. Knox. The fact that he went out of his way to do this made her curious to see what he had to offer. Shantel politely said goodnight to Nate and drove off in her 2020 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Cabriolet, she felt bad about leaving Nate behind like that but she was anxious to get home and call Brandon. Once she reached her Buckhead mansion, she noticed a tall silhouette standing at the top of her driveway and to her surprise it was Brandon with a bouquet of flowers. She didn’t know whether to be scared or shocked, but most of all she was concerned. She wondered; how did he know where she lived? Shantel had so many emotions and questions for him.

  “How? And Why, are you at my house?” while reaching into her clutch for her Taser Brandon immediately started talking….

  “I didn’t mean to startle you Ms. Boyd, your friend Porsha helped me put this together and when I saw you talking to my friend Nate, I knew I had to change my approach. You are a gorgeous woman and I don’t know what you and Nate spoke about and yes he is my friend, but I wanted you when I first laid eyes on you and I always go after what I want!”

  Speechless yet turned on by his persistence. Shantel walked up to him, looked him in his eyes, she whispers, “This better be worth it.” She grabbed his hand and guided him into her home. His cockiness always got him what he wanted and stepping into her home, he knew at that moment she would be Mrs. Knox.

  Money doesn’t solve problems, Money doesn’t heal wounds, but money can buy you love, but don’t be surprised when the love you buy cost you, your contentment more than it provides you solace.

  Caught Off Guard

  It’s been two years now and Shantel is planning her wedding and running several multimillion-dollar companies. Brandon decided working for Nate was beneath him, so he quit running Nate’s construction sites and decided to help his fiancé with running her companies, but the only problem was he consumed more time spending money than he did making money.

  In a rush, Shantel got dressed and dashed out the door to make her meeting. She was a very busy woman, but she always put her relationship with God first. Shantel prayed every day, multiple times a day and she went to church every Sunday and Wednesday night. Brandon was not the spiritual type he only went to church when she forced him to and even then, he would leave service early and go sit at the sports bar across the street to catch the latest sports game.

  While sitting in one of many meetings she had scheduled throughout the day, Shantel began thinking about her morning session and if only her fiancé’ would have joined her. “Ms. Boyd, you have a call on line 2” the assistant chimed in on the intercom. Snapping her out of her trance “Okay Amie, thank you”. She takes a deep breath and snaps back into reality.

  “Ms. Boyd speaking,”

  “Hey Shantel, it’s Nate. Sorry to interrupt you at work but I haven’t been able to get ahold of Brandon and he was supposed to help me with my mother’s funeral arrangements……”

  Taken aback Shantel eyes began to tear up, she had no idea that Nate’s mother had passed. Ms. Ingraham was the sweetest lady in the world. She was so wise and so loving, every time she saw Shantel at a family event or get together, she would boast about how proud of her she was and how she hoped her son would find a woman as beautiful and smart as Shantel.

  “OMG! Nate, I had no idea your mom passed, I’m so sorry. When did, this happen?”

  “It’s okay, she’s been sick for a few months but she passed three days ago. I’m surprised Brandon hadn’t mentioned it to you especially since you and my mom were close.”

  “Yea me too. Idk where he is, but if you need me to help you make any arrangements, I can do that for you.”

  “That would be great, I haven’t been able to pick out a casket or flowers without breaking down so if you could help me with that, I’d greatly appreciate it. The funeral home has my card on file so I’ll send you their contact information and you can just charge it to my card.”

  “OK I’ll get on it right away Nate. Call me if you need anything else and I’ll have Brandon call you as soon as possible.”

  “Thanks again Shantel you’re a lifesaver!”

  After hanging up Shantel broke down in tears, she had no idea that Nate mom had passed but the fact that Brandon knew about it and didn’t tell her was what bothered her the most. After choosing Brandon over Nate she thought they would have had a friendly beef, but Nate has been nothing but respectable and a true friend to both Brandon and Shantel. He was also dating a model, who traveled so much that they hardly spent time together; which sometimes made Shantel upset because she knew Nate deserved better than a part time girlfriend. She sometimes wondered what life would have been like if she had chosen Nate instead of Brandon. The thought hunts her, but she loves her fiancé and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Shantel picks up the phone and calls Brandon but gets no answer, thinking nothing of it Shantel gets to work on the funeral arrangements that Nate emailed her.

  Brandon has been living in the lap of luxury ever since he started dating Shantel. He claims he is working on opening his own business but instead he spends his time spoiling his new-found friend. Pulling up in his 2020 BMW X6, Brandon checks himself out in the mirror, grabs the shopping bags that’s sitting in his passenger seat and heads to the door.

  Standing in front of an elegant iron door he reaches into his pocket and pull out a single key and unlocks the door. As soon as he enters the home closing the door behind him, he is greeted by a sexy, brown eyed, slim physique woman wearing nothing but stilettos.

  “Mr. Knox, nice of you to join me.” She says.

  Brandon drops the shopping bags, walks over to her and embraced her. He lifts her up softly and places her on the pearly white Marble Island countertop. He grips both of her breast in his big manly hands and begins caressing, sucking and licking each nipple. She moans and caresses the back of his head pulling him in closer to her until he has her entire breast in his mouth. He then steps back releasing her breast from his grip, he unfastens his pants and she immediately leaps off the counter and grabs ahold of his “semi-thick penis”. Stroking the head with her finger tips she then proceeds to take him in her mouth.

  Sucking, stroking, and rubbing his testicles, he begins to moan and grabs the back of her head pulling her in closer until her nose is touching his pelvis. She gags just a little but regains her composure. Taking him in her mouth again she feels the tension in his dick, his moans becomes louder and louder until he finally releases himself. Feeling the warm semen oozing down her throat she gets off her knees, turns around and bends over the countertop, waiting for him to enter her. Kicking his boxers and pants off he walks over to her and lift her right leg up onto the countertop and slowly enters his erect penis into her ass. She lets out a loud moan and holds onto the edge of the countertop. With each stroke, he intensifies, thrusting harder and deeper while pulling her hair until they reach their peak and climaxes together.

  Brandon looks at his phone and see’s 12 missed calls from Nate and his fiancé, he jumps up and quickly dresses, kissing his mistress on the forehead he says,

  “Ms. Sinclair, I must say that was fun, but I have to run babe see you later I love you.”

  And just like that he was out the door.

  Not knowing whether to be angry or worried Shantel takes the rest of the day off a
nd heads home. Sad and distraught from the news about Ms. Ingraham she runs a hot bath, pulls out her bible and says a silent prayer for Nate:

  Lord I know your busy blessing your children but if you can please just take a moment and Touch your son Nathaniel and give him the strength He needs to get through these trying times and show him that as long as he has you, he is never alone. I ask that you send your angels to watch over him and to protect him and shield him from any hurt, harm or danger.

  In Jesus name, amen.

  She then proceeds to read her bible as tears trickle down her face. Startled by the knock on the door she jumps up to see Brandon standing in the doorway.

  “Brandon! You scared the crap out of me, when did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in. And where have you been all day?”

  Brandon was so good at lying that he would believe his own lies sometimes.

  “Baby I’m so sorry, I’ve been running around checking on the stores making sure everything was in order, then I ran into the CEO of Ruby Ent. she wanted me to come out to LA and check out a few spots that she has available and to see if we wanted to open up a store out there.”