I wanted to go for the extra curly look. Kinda like Corinne Bailey Rae.
I have a few books. Below is the first chapter of one I'm working on now called Mrs Quinten Fletcher. Not sure if this will be the final name yet. Let me know what you think. Here goes:
CHAPTER 1
This story started when I woke up and realized that I was indeed living a lie. My family had no idea of the truth of my life. (Or should I say lives.) Here I am 5:30 in the am on a Saturday morning mentally preparing to leave my boyfriend Q and mines new apartment located in the lovely Northeast section of Philadelphia. After starring at the ceiling for five more minutes while my mind raced with my thoughts. I try to slip out beneath his arm. I don't want to wake him and have to hear the whole sermon about me taking one morning off from the gym, me staying home and sleeping in with him or us watching Saturday morning cartoons together. All things I do want to do some Saturdays, but I have to stay on schedule. I'm afraid if I stray from my routine my life will fall apart.
My left foot almost makes it to the floor and I think I'm home free but he wakes up.
After stretching and yawning he says to my back, "Lay back down, I thought you said you were staying home with me today?"
"Now you know I never said I was taking a day off from the gym," I say with a chuckle, still not turning to look at him. I'm too afraid he will see the expression of a liar all over my face. Cause the truth be told, I did say I would stay home today. But that was only because we were in the middle of love making last night and when he knew he had me at that point, he slowed his stroke and whispered in my ear, "So it's us all day tomorrow right?" "Yes!" I said in more of a gasp than actual words.
He then drove deep into me, hitting that spot with perfect aim while asking, "So, no gym talk in the morning right?"
I replied with, "No. Please do it again Q."
Then he sealed the deal with, "Only if you promise not to leave this bed in the morning."
He had me and he knew it. I was on edge. I needed to finish so badly that his wish was my command, "Ok, I won't leave."
That's all he needed to hear. My man went to work. Finished me off and climaxed with me. While I'm gasping for air and reaching for the glass of water on my bedside stand, he kisses my forehead as you would a child then proceeds to the bathroom to flush the condom. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot that there was no way in hell that I could stay in all day the next day.
So here we are on the brink of an argument about the only issue we ever argue about. I can feel his disappointment striking my back. So now I have to do damage control. I have to think fast cause me just giving him some is not going to work this time.
"Now you know if I start getting all fat then you gonna be tripping," I finally turn to face him sitting back in the spot I formerly occupied.
He half laughs and I know he's not buying it. "Truthfully, I'm looking forward to you putting on a few pounds. We been together long enough. My mom loves you. I'm a need a seed soon."
I love when he shows his age. I think his being younger than me is what turned me on about him when I met him. Yeah, that's what sealed the deal.
I lean over and plant a kiss on his cheek look up into his eyes and say, "How do you ask a woman to have your child before you ask to marry her. Do you expect me to be satisfied with just being your 'baby's momma'?"
I have lain down on my side facing him. He is on his side propped up on his elbow. "Now you know I want you to be my wife too."
"But in what order?" I ask running my fingers across his chest
He looks at me like he is in deep thought. From just the look in his eyes I can tell Q loves me with his whole heart. That scares the hell out of me cause I think I feel the same way. But I shouldn't be feeling this way. We weren't supposed to get this far. He was just meant to be this thing I did once. He is only 22 for god's sake. Here I am 35 years old. What was I thinking?
I met Q while on a girl's night out a little over a year and a half ago. He was tall and handsome. He was the breath of fresh air I needed at the time.
We talked on the phone for hours on end about everything and nothing at all. Most of these conversations were during my workday. So it's a good thing that I have a career that is flexible. It just felt good to have this new relationship. I felt young again. Then to top it all off he had his **** together. He knows where he is going in life and is just about there. I convinced myself that it was OK to deal with him.
He was on the right path and not some dude that was hanging on the corner all day. That and I just didn't think it was going to go that far. Just some fun, a few sexual escapades and then it would more than likely be over when he realized he wasn't getting the attention he deserved.
But that wasn't the case. This young boy has staying power. In the last year and a half we went from me spending a couple of hours at his apartment a week to him giving me a key to come and go as I pleased. To him moving closer to where I work so that the commute wouldn't be as long and I would stay overnight more often. To me actually living here. But I still only live here part time.
Q has never been to my house and he doesn't even trip about it. The only thing he trips about is that I don't come home every night.
In the beginning I tried to stop things from moving in the direction they were moving in. But he makes me feel so good that sometimes I just give in. I know I'm wrong for letting things get this far with us but what am I going to do? How do I stop it? I don't know so I just keep my tracts covered. It's tiring though. Some days I just wish that it all would end.
But when he looks at me the way he is now, I just want us to work. I want to disappear with him and start my life over. I want to be Mrs. Quinton Fletcher.