Never Again Once More (28 page)
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Authors: Mary B. Morrison
Chapter 41
J
ada puckered her lips to blow out the candle on the nightstand. Before she exhaled, Wellington’s cellular phone rang. Jada watched him. Twisting his head, he contemplated. Hesitated. Quizzically, he answered, “Hello?” and braced himself up on his right elbow with his back still toward her.
ada puckered her lips to blow out the candle on the nightstand. Before she exhaled, Wellington’s cellular phone rang. Jada watched him. Twisting his head, he contemplated. Hesitated. Quizzically, he answered, “Hello?” and braced himself up on his right elbow with his back still toward her.
“I hear congratulations are in order.”
The tone was sharp and rather cynical. Hopefully, Wellington wouldn’t lower the volume, because she could hear the person on the other end.
“You must have the wrong number,” Wellington responded.
“Oh, I never have the wrong number when it comes to you.”
Silence lingered; then Wellington said, “How did you get my new number? Look. Don’t ever call me again. I’m
happily
married now.” Wellington sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed his head as his penis slumped over his balls. Wellington shook his head from side to side.
happily
married now.” Wellington sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed his head as his penis slumped over his balls. Wellington shook his head from side to side.
“Who is it?” Jada impatiently asked.
Wellington sighed heavily, stared directly at Jada, and frowned. Jada took the phone.
“Hello. Who is this?”
“Enjoy the honeymoon while you can, because I never signed the divorce papers. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,” Melanie roared.
“Nice try. My attorney confirmed everything,” Jada replied.
“Well, I hope your attorney is a forensic scientist, because Wellington signed my name to those papers. Ask him.” Melanie screamed with laughter again. “Cynthia insisted, so legally I’ve never changed my name either, so welcome to the family. You see, that cute little thirty-something-year-old that has the cute little Wellington Jones II, my husband thought he was married to her for six months.” Melanie laughed even louder that time.
“I hope you burn in hell!” Jada screamed into the receiver.
“Only if it’s God’s will,” Melanie replied. “But isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black, black. Who’s your baby’s daddy?” Melanie laughed.
“You’re one pathetic, miserable bitch. Maybe if you weren’t preoccupied with trying to destroy other people’s lives, you’d have one of your own. Now, I really don’t care what you and Cynthia do, but I have a strong, fine, sexy-ass black man waiting for love and affection that only one woman can give him. And that woman is me.” Imitating Melanie, Jada roared with laughter.
Wellington smiled.
Jada hung up the phone and dialed Theo’s number.
“What’s up, baby doll? Speak to me.” It was ten past midnight.
“Theo, I need your help.” Jada felt like steam was blowing from her nostrils.
“That’s why I’m here. Shout.”
Jada paced about their San Francisco hotel suite. “Melanie—”
“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me to handle her,” Theo replied. “I have enough dirt on that evil woman to bury her in her own cemetery, and if you want, it would give me great pleasure to give that miserable, conniving old broad Cynthia a dose of her own medicine. She shouldn’t leave here without feeling the burn of her own fire.”
“Handle it for me, sweetie. Let them know I mean business.” Jada felt relieved.
“Consider it done.”
“Thanks, Theo.”
“No. Thank you. You just made my day. I’ve got to pack and catch the next plane smokin’ to Oakland. Enjoy your honeymoon, baby doll.”
“Bye, Theo. You know I love you.” Jada hung up the phone and kissed Wellington. “Theo’s going to handle everything, baby.”
Wellington sat on the side of the bed, resting his head in his hands.
Maybe Jada had it backward. Maybe shit happened like love.
“Now I know the answer.” Jada wedged her face between Wellington’s fingers, kissed him, and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you, Wellington Jones, and I’m blessed to have married you.”
“You know the answer to what?” Wellington asked, extending his tongue.
After their sweetness united, Jada swallowed and said, “What does love have to do with anything? I’ve always asked myself that question. God puts us here for a reason. Often our desire clouds our purpose. But if the heart and spirit are in the right place”—Jada placed her right hand over the left side of Wellington’s chest—“someone other than yourself should be better off because of your judgment, not worse. From this day forward, I will live to make our lives better.”
“What does love have to do with anything?” Wellington asked again.
Jada paused, and responded, “Everything. I’ll be back in a sec.” Dashing to the powder room, Jada broke the seal on Forgiveness, massaged the fragrance into each breast, and opened one of her new toys. She strutted in front of Wellington and shoved him onto the bed. His eyes widened, and he grinned like the Grinch.
Jada’s sheer black nightwear slithered down her gorgeous ebony temple. “Lie on your back and spread ’em,” Jada commanded. She snapped the tip of her black licorice whip, extinguishing the candle’s flame, and said, “Mama’s gonna make you cum nice and slow all night long.”
Epilogue
S
ix months later, all’s well didn’t always end the same. Life for Simone and Junior changed drastically. Dating wasn’t Simone’s strength, and Wellington was now regretfully her weakness. In the beginning, Simone became so angry at Wellington she ceased every form of communication. After his attorney served her with a court order stating Wellington was suing for full custody, Simone reluctantly agreed to visitation.
ix months later, all’s well didn’t always end the same. Life for Simone and Junior changed drastically. Dating wasn’t Simone’s strength, and Wellington was now regretfully her weakness. In the beginning, Simone became so angry at Wellington she ceased every form of communication. After his attorney served her with a court order stating Wellington was suing for full custody, Simone reluctantly agreed to visitation.
Family gatherings for Lawrence resulted in introducing a new acquaintance. After their separation, he’d hoped Jada would return; but she never phoned after their divorce was finalized; so he reluctantly moved on with his life, vowing never again to marry any woman that was incompatible
or
still in love with someone else.
or
still in love with someone else.
Melanie and Cynthia retreated. Once Theo exposed them, they were ostracized by several organizations. Cynthia’s dance with the devil finally ended with her second heart attack. Melanie buried Cynthia and moved to D.C. to be near her mother, Susan, and twin sister, Stephanie.
Maxine continued living at home and became a national spokesperson for the Center for Disease Control. The travel was tiresome but necessary. To every man, woman, boy, or girl she met, Maxine gave her two-minute AIDS awareness speech, always ending with, “Get tested. Know your status. The life you save may be your own.”
Darius survived quite well. He relocated to Washington, D.C., started his own business, and settled down with a Virgo woman who equally enjoyed having sex every day. After persuading her to get tested, Darius faithfully used a condom. Darius thought about Maxine often and prayed the Lord kept her emotionally healthy. Realizing if he was to heal from his past, he had to forgive his mother and biological father, and get to know his brothers and sister, Darius established a good relationship with Kevin and hired Darryl, Jr., to work for his company.
Jada left Zen in charge of Black Diamonds and flew to D.C. with Wellington to help Darius launch his business. They stayed an extra week, then headed home to Los Angeles. Encompassing all the joys they had imagined, Jada and Wellington lived each day as if they were honeymooners.
Poetry Corner
A Woman’s Got To Do
A woman’s got to do
Two things
Die and live
For herself—not you
Two things
Die and live
For herself—not you
Life is about choices
And she has a voice
She can scream
Or give you a look
She can whisper
Or give you a left hook
Of silence that is
And she has a voice
She can scream
Or give you a look
She can whisper
Or give you a left hook
Of silence that is
But you still don’t get it
You’re too busy
And you know it all
Your boys come first
Your other women are next
And you still expect her
To give you her very best
You’re too busy
And you know it all
Your boys come first
Your other women are next
And you still expect her
To give you her very best
A woman’s got to do
Two things
Because she lives in fear
Just like you
But a real woman knows
What she’s going to do
She can pamper her man
And spoil her kids
Two things
Because she lives in fear
Just like you
But a real woman knows
What she’s going to do
She can pamper her man
And spoil her kids
Work nine-to-five
And when the day has come and gone
She can do it the next day too
And when the day has come and gone
She can do it the next day too
But only if she wants to
Life is about choices
And she has a voice
But have you heard her out lately
Or dismissed her plea
When she’s done all she can do
And she just can’t be
The woman you want to clone
And somehow she still can’t seem
To leave your ass alone
Don’t fool yourself
And she has a voice
But have you heard her out lately
Or dismissed her plea
When she’s done all she can do
And she just can’t be
The woman you want to clone
And somehow she still can’t seem
To leave your ass alone
Don’t fool yourself
A woman’s only got to do
Two things
Two things
So she gives all she has
And for you that’s still not enough
Life is about choices
And she has a voice
If you want to hear what she has to say
And for you that’s still not enough
Life is about choices
And she has a voice
If you want to hear what she has to say
Listen to her silence
Listen to her silence
Instead of your words
Drowning out her essence
As she painfully sighs
You turn your back
And the tears roll down her face
As she cries
Instead of your words
Drowning out her essence
As she painfully sighs
You turn your back
And the tears roll down her face
As she cries
Can’t you see you’re overshadowing her space
Her place
Is where she wants to be
Not where you’ve staked your claim
Her place
Is where she wants to be
Not where you’ve staked your claim
But one day you’ll wake up
And she’ll be gone
And she’ll be gone
Why
Because
A woman’s got to do
Two things
Live and die
For herself—not you
Two things
Live and die
For herself—not you
Don’t Hide My Face
Don’t hide my face
Behind someone else’s name
Because you’ve sinned and are ashamed
Of what you’ve done
Behind someone else’s name
Because you’ve sinned and are ashamed
Of what you’ve done
Tell him
I’m not his son
I’m not his son
Don’t hide my face
Behind your soul
Your conniving thoughts
Pot of gold
Behind your soul
Your conniving thoughts
Pot of gold
Mind
Mine
My
Legacy is off track
I’m traveling a road
I was told
Was the right path
Boy don’t you talk back
To me
Is crazy
Cruel
Who wrote the golden rule
Mine
My
Legacy is off track
I’m traveling a road
I was told
Was the right path
Boy don’t you talk back
To me
Is crazy
Cruel
Who wrote the golden rule
Not you
The woman I admire
Love
Respect
What the heck
Whose daddy is that
The woman I admire
Love
Respect
What the heck
Whose daddy is that
I thought he was
My heavenly Father
I pray
Every day
Don’t hide my face
In your trace
Of lies
Why
Why not
I do unto you
Damn!
My heavenly Father
I pray
Every day
Don’t hide my face
In your trace
Of lies
Why
Why not
I do unto you
Damn!
Who’s my real father
This time look me in my eyes
Tell me the
Truth
Please don’t cry
You don’t even have to say why
If you don’t want
Me to die
An impostor
Then stop your lies
For God’s sake
Don’t forsake me
Quit hiding my face
Mama
This time
May be my last chance
The truth
And nothing but
Who is my biological father
Tell me the
Truth
Please don’t cry
You don’t even have to say why
If you don’t want
Me to die
An impostor
Then stop your lies
For God’s sake
Don’t forsake me
Quit hiding my face
Mama
This time
May be my last chance
The truth
And nothing but
Who is my biological father
Don’t say you don’t know
I know
My mother is
No whore so
Stop hiding my face
I know
My mother is
No whore so
Stop hiding my face
Behind yours
You Say You Love Your Man
You say you love your man
But you nag the hell out of him
All day long
Then you cry all night
When he doesn’t come home
But you nag the hell out of him
All day long
Then you cry all night
When he doesn’t come home
You say you love your man
But you refuse to cook him a meal
Then you get pissed when he eats out alone
And chooses to leave your ass at home
But you refuse to cook him a meal
Then you get pissed when he eats out alone
And chooses to leave your ass at home
You don’t wash his back
You won’t clean his clothes
And when he wants to have sex
You turn up your nose
You neglect to stroke his ego
Rub his feet
Or suck his dick
But you’re outraged and furious
When he fucks another chick
You won’t clean his clothes
And when he wants to have sex
You turn up your nose
You neglect to stroke his ego
Rub his feet
Or suck his dick
But you’re outraged and furious
When he fucks another chick
You say you love your man
But you’ll never love him
More than he loves you
Considering the foundation that you’ve laid
That’s damn easy to do
But you’ll never love him
More than he loves you
Considering the foundation that you’ve laid
That’s damn easy to do
You talk behind his back
You won’t hem his slacks
And when he does something nice for you
You throw it right smack
Dead in his face
You won’t hem his slacks
And when he does something nice for you
You throw it right smack
Dead in his face
Did you do the same thing for that bitch!
You say you love your man
Girlfriend you need to quit
Because if you truly loved your man
You wouldn’t treat him like shit
Girlfriend you need to quit
Because if you truly loved your man
You wouldn’t treat him like shit
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