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Authors: Mary B. Morrison

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“Like what?” Melanie responded. Her eyes shifted away from Wellington.

“Exactly why did you come to San Francisco?” Wellington asked.” How did you find a top-level management position at Sensations Communications? Why did we have to
rush
and get married? Why, Melanie? Why? Answer me!”

“I don’t know!” Melanie cried louder and harder.” I don’t know!” Melanie turned her back.

The nurse stepped into the room.” Is everything in here all right?”

“It’s okay.” Melanie sniffled.

“I need to check your vital signs, Mrs. Jones,” said the nurse. Silence filled the room.” Mr. Jones, I have to ask you to leave. Mrs. Jones needs to rest.”

“Please wait, Wellington. Don’t leave. I need you,” Melanie begged. Her eyes drooped.” Nurse, please give us a few more minutes. Please.”

“You have ten minutes, Mr. Jones.”

“Wellington, please sit down,” Melanie said.” Not over there. Sit here, next to me.” Wellington sat on the bed. Melanie picked up Wellington’s hand and softly stroked it.

Wellington studied Melanie’s facial features. There was no resemblance.

“Forgive me?” Melanie asked.” I know I haven’t been completely honest with you, but you haven’t been completely honest with me either. You’re still in love with Jada. I thought I could compete for you and win. And I did. When I saw how much you loved Jada, I was convinced I could get you to love me more.”

“I
do
love you,” Wellington said.” Like a friend, not a wife. I’m just sorry I couldn’t see through your lies and deceit. Not to mention Cynthia’s. The doctors approved her release for tomorrow, but she has to do rehab for twelve months. Her deception rolled up into a major heart attack. It almost killed her. She stopped breathing. I performed CPR on her until the paramedics arrived.”

“So, where do
we
go from here?” Melanie asked.

“Judge Judy,” Wellington said.” I just want out.”

Melanie shoved Wellington’s hand away. ‘You’re
not thinking about divorcing me, are you? I’ll never grant you a divorce, Wellington Jones. I’ll take you for all you have! Every single dime!”

“You already have, Melanie.” Wellington slowly stood and looked down into Melanie’s piercing eyes.”
You already have.”

“That’s why I wrecked
both
of your Jaguars.” Melanie smiled and leaned back on her pillow.

The nurse stepped into the room.” Mr. Jones, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Wellington looked at the nurse and softly responded.” I was never here.” Then he turned to Melanie. “Your mother will be here tomorrow to pick you up. You’re staying with Cynthia. The two of you can recover together.”

Melanie picked up a plastic cup of water and threw it in Wellington’s direction. He never looked back.

Wellington decided to drive to the Golden Bay Bar in the hopes that Jada might be there. It was crowded. If Jada was there, he’d find her. All he had to do was observe which direction the men’s heads turned and he would find his Diamond.

Wellington sat in the corner in order to stay out of view. Slow jams filled the air along with the cheerful voices of professionally dressed men and women who were thankful it was Friday. A short and sassy woman walked in and went straight to the bar. She looked at the bartender. He handed her a drink. She proceeded to join a group of ladies and men sitting at a table in the rear. She was definitely a regular. Jada used to be one too. He
remembered she’d brought him there a couple of times before they’d established their own favorite places.

“Excuse me. What would you like to drink?” asked the waitress.

“I’ll have a Hennessey,” responded Wellington.” Make that a double.” Wellington was willing to sit all night just for a chance to see Jada. She had stopped returning his phone calls. She’d stood him up. He laughed. He must have been crazy.

Wellington reminisced about the good times. Bad times. Several hours had passed. Most of the faces in the crowd had changed.

“Would you like another Hennessey?” asked the waitress.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll call it a night. You can give me the check. Wellington pulled out his wallet. As he stood up to pay his tab, he noticed how the men’s heads turned. He watched them greet his Diamond. Jada flirted and kept walking. She seemed happy. The group at the table next to Wellington’s could have been Jada’s welcoming committee. They were elated to see her. Wellington pushed his chair back as far as he could so she wouldn’t notice him.

“Where in the world have you been, Ms. Thang?” asked Raymond as he snapped his fingers and gave Jada a warm embrace. Wellington remembered Raymond too well. He was so busy looking for jada all night he hadn’t noticed that was her group of friends. He was relieved they hadn’t noticed him.

“Raymond, you haven’t changed a bit,” Jada said.

“You’re not privileged to fall out of sight and then fall back in fashion looking new and improved.
I’m the only card-carrying privileged diva around here and don’t you forget it,” said Raymond.

“Save some love for the rest of us, Raymond,” said Sheila. Sheila stepped between them and gave Jada a hug. All of Jada’s friends gathered around and showered her with hugs and kisses.

“Jada, here is your favorite, a glass of chilled champagne,” said Donna. Donna had a memory like an elephant when it came to alcohol. She was the best waitress Wellington had met. She could remember what everyone in the bar was drinking without writing down a single order.

Jada’s spirit was so beautiful. He noticed she wore his favorite leopard dress. The one she’d had on when they met. When the bartender announced last call, Wellington walked over to Jada’s table. Everyone stopped laughing and stared. He felt like he was on display or trial.

“Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?” Wellington asked Jada.

“I thought you would never ask,” said Raymond. Everyone started laughing. Wellington figured if you can’t beat them, join them. Since the odds were not in his favor, he laughed too.

“I’m so glad I had a chance to see you guys before leaving,” Jada said. She hugged each of her friends.

“We’ll be in L.A. to visit you,” Raymond said. “Jada?”

“Yes, Raymond.”

“You can have your diva card back, girl, but if you need some help”—Raymond nodded in Wellington’s direction—“I’m only a diva wink away.” Raymond snapped his finger.

“I love you too, Raymond,”Jada said.

Wellington knew Raymond was dead serious.

“How did you know I was here?” asked Jada as they walked outside.

“I didn’t. I hoped I would see you one last time before you left. Do you mind if we go to my place? I need to talk with you,” asked Wellington. So much had changed between them over the past four months, but his feelings for Jada hadn’t changed at all.

“Actually, I do mind,”Jada responded.” Wellington, I’ve moved on with my life.”

“Are you seeing someone?” Wellington asked.

“Not yet.”

Wellington was relieved.” Please, Diamond, I really need to talk with you. There are so many things I need to say.”

“All right. We can talk, but not at your place. You can come over to mine.”

When Wellington walked into Jada’s penthouse, he noticed everything was packed in boxes.” Damn, you really are moving?” Reality hit him below the belt once more.

“I leave tomorrow.” Jada walked around the boxes and sat in the living room.” The movers will be here at noon.”

Wellington looked around the room.” Are you selling your penthouse?”

“No. I have a renter moving in next weekend. So, what did you want to talk about?”

“I really don’t know where to start, but let me say I was foolish to let you go.” Wellington paused and took a deep breath.” You know I believe everything happens for a reason,” he continued.

“Yes. I remember,”Jada said. Her face was beau
tiful, but expressionless. Her hazel eyes stared at him.

“I realize the reason we’re not together is because I allowed my decisions to be influenced by others. I’m wiser for the experience, but it cost me a price I couldn’t afford to pay. It cost me you.” Wellington stroked the side of Jada’s face. Softly. Gently.

“You were right in your letter.” Wellington paused.” But you didn’t mean if you never saw me again it would be too soon. Did you?”

Jada held Wellington’s hand next to her heart.” Those were my feelings at the time. Wellington, I lost a part of me trying to hold on to you. You hurt me. But the biggest lesson I learned was that I hurt myself.”

“I thought about you every single day.” The feel of Jada’s breasts was distracting. Wellington moved Jada’s hands next to his heart.” And each day you weren’t there, I was in pain. I was so confused then, but I’m not anymore. Jazzmyne told me she had talked with you about my past.” Wellington desperately sought Jada’s affection.

Jada went into her bedroom and returned with a small black box. “This is for you.” She handed it to Wellington.

Wellington held it. His eyebrows locked together.

“It’s your soulmate ring. I was going to give it to you on our honeymoon.” Jada placed the ring on Wellington’s right ring finger.

“I want you to know I’ll always cherish it.” Then he French-kissed Jada’s hand the way he did the night they met. Jada closed her eyes.

“I need you, Diamond. Please let me hold you just one more night.”

“Do you have any protection?”

“No. Do I need it?” Wellington asked. He rubbed his head and frowned.

“For more reasons than one,” Jada responded.” I stopped taking my contraceptives, and you have a wife, remember.”

Wellington licked his lips and kissed Jada. He was thrilled she returned the passion. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Jada stopped.” Wait. That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair,” Wellington responded and smiled. He tossed the pillows on the floor. Leaned Jada against them. She welcomed him into her world once more.

Wellington stood. His pants fell to the floor. Jada tasted his rich caramel cream that oozed to the tip of his head. She braced herself on her knees and devoured him. Tears streamed down her face. Wellington couldn’t tell which was harder, the lump in his throat or the one in Jada’s. Wellington carried Jada to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed. “I’m thirsty.”

Jada’s chocolate thighs parted like a blooming flower. Wellington couldn’t seem to quench his thirst. He drank for hours. Jada never dried out.

“I want you to penetrate me.”

Wellington moved methodically. He entered Jada’s welcoming walls of wonder. She pulled him in like a strong pulsating current on the ocean shore. Damn!

He stroked as deep as he could. Just the way she liked it.

Jada whispered in Wellington’s ear, “I’m cumming.
I’m cumming.” Her nails began to dig deep into his flesh.

“I’m cumming with you, baby.”

Wellington held Jada’s firm chocolate ass in the palms of his hands and continued to rock deeper. Her pulsating walls pulled him in closer.

Their orgasms created a wave of love. Emotions. Unspoken devotion. It traveled until it slammed against the ocean shore. They froze. They were locked into one another at the peak of their climax. Wellington held Jada close to his sweaty caramel chest. He inhaled her favorite fragrance.

“Diamond is Forever.” Wellington paused. He felt Jada’s spiritual energy.” Where do we go from here?”

Jada kissed Wellington’s lips. She wrapped her arms around him. He felt their souls gel.” I’m still in love with you, Wellington. You will
always
have a place in my heart. I don’t know where we go from here.” She spoke softly. Jada looked Wellington in his eyes.” But I do know I’ve renewed my lease on life. I have a business to start and a plane to catch to Los Angeles. Maybe I’ll call you. Maybe I won’t.”

 

Deception

It’s funny how deception
Will mask
Its own perception
And justification
Begins manifestation

So you hold and mold
Someone else’s soul

It dominates the conscious
‘Til you can no longer see

The pain killer
Is now the thriller
I use to kill you
You used to kill me

Our Spirits—they die
Our subconscious multiplies

Because I’ve contaminated your soul
So now you hold—a grudge
Against the world
Faceless strangers
You will meet
Their spirits will trample
Under your feet

Because deception
Was the perception
And now justification

Is the contagious—subconscious
Manifestation

Break the cycle that kills
Be true to yourself
And the others will heal

 

The art finding
your soulmate
Introduction

F
inding your soulmate is an
art.
Understand that art is created through the mind, body, soul, and spirit of the artist. And once you have read
The Art of Finding Your Soulmate,
you will be equipped with the necessary tools to assist you with identifying your soulmate (s) based upon your awareness. Because soulmates are spiritually connected, you may discover that you have more than one. Also, realize that sacred connections are neither gender nor race oriented.

FIVE KEY ELEMENTS

Take time to learn the five key elements:

  1. Understand Your Spirit—Be true to yourself

  2. Spiritually Connect with the Universe—Take time to smell the roses

  3. Stop Suppressing Your Spiritual Energy—Let go of the negative energy

  4. See What You Hear, Hear What You See—Eliminate the psychological noise

  5. Think With Your Head, Feel with Your Heart—Release your inner spirit

The underlying concepts are a challenge because you must first comprehend
your
inner spirit.

When you find your soulmate (if you haven’t done so already), your souls will gel together as one. Only
you
will truly know. While you may question and/or doubt your spiritual bond, don’t deny it. Accept it. Also understand external influences may have physically separated you from your soulmate, but the spiritual link cannot be broken. Denied. Yes. Ignored. Absolutely. Broken. Never.

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