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    Jess A. Belle’S Secret
    Jess A. Belle’S Secret
    Jess A. Belle’S Secret
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    Jess A. Belle’S Secret

    By Brandy Watson

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    Never in a million years did I think that I would be someones mistress, The Other Woman, or even worse, a home wrecker. Never did I think t hat I would put all my values and morals on the back burner for the sake of a man who was there for me at his own convenience and not when I needed him. Never did I think that I would be fool enough to put up with coming second, when I knew that I deserved to be first. Oh well, we all do things we regret, right? Messing around with someone elses husband was first on my list. It made me feel low, lower than low. All the money this man generously gifted and I still felt cheaper than a $2 whoreNow thats bad! My mama once told me, We all fall short of the glory, we are human and bound to make mistakes, but as we grow, we learn from them And like always, Mama was right.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJul 16, 2016
    ISBN9781524602864
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      Jess A. Belle’S Secret - Brandy Watson

      2016 Brandy Watson. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 07/15/2016

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-0287-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5246-0286-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2016905849

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      Never in a million years did I think that I would be someone’s mistress, The Other Woman, or even worse, a home wrecker. Never did I think t hat I would put all my values and morals on the back burner for the sake of a man who was there for me at his own convenience and not when I needed him. Never did I think that I would be fool enough to put up with coming second, when I knew that I deserved to be first. Oh well, we all do things we regret, right? Messing around with someone else’s husband was first on my list. It made me feel low, lower than low. All the money this man generously gifted and I still felt cheaper than a $2 whore…Now that’s bad! My mama once told me, We all fall short of the glory, we are human and bound to make mistakes, but as we grow, we learn from them… And like always, Mama was right.

      . . . . .

      It was a Friday evening and I’d had a long day at Gifted Hands the day spa that I own. I was tired as hell and needed pampering myself. Considering that I didn’t have a steady man in my life I was out of luck. I was laying across my King sized bed when my cell phone rang. Hello? I answered in my I’m-tired-so leave me the hell alone-voice. Hey Jess, did I wake you? It was my best friend Kimeko, so I had to talk no matter how worn out I was. We’d been best friends since preschool and our families were extremely close. No Meko, you didn’t wake me, but a sista is tired. What’s up?

      Not much, girl, just ready to leave the office. You trying to go to The Bistro later? It’s ladies night so we get in free and our first round of drinks is on the hoouuuussse! Meko exclaimed. As tired as I was, I wanted to say, Hell no, I’m in for the night! But I dared not. Meko and I normally went out at least two times a month and lately I’d been blowing her off. I decided I deserved to go out, hell, I’m a 26 year old single mother of no one, so I could afford to party now and finish resting later. I work hard, therefore I deserved it! Sure, I’m game! Just give me a moment to get myself together and I’ll meet you at your place around 10:30. I replied.

      Cool! Responded Meko, Just make sure you look extra fly because you know there’s gonna be some money makers in there tonight! You know when men hear the word ‘ladies night they come out of the wood work! Meko was right. The men in our city did tend to flock at the mention of the word ladies."

      What ever Meko, I’m not checking for them, but I’ll be sure to look my best anyway, I said with a giggle. After we confirmed our plans for the night, I hung up the phone and got some much needed rest.

      After my shower, I began to rummage through my walk in closet for something extra fly to wear like Meko suggested. I picked out a strapless LBD that looked great against my brown skin. I also decided on a pair of leopard print peep toe stilettos to show off my fresh pedicure. I turned on my radio and began to move and sing along to Lil Wayne and Drake. I went to my full length mirror to check myself out. I’m not arrogant in the least, but I had to admit that I was looking good! My black dress hugged my curves. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t Beyonce’s lost twin. My stilettos made my legs look even longer and more toned than they already were. Everything was perfect. My small B-cup breasts screamed ATTENTION! I wore my short hair in a bob that screamed Boss Lady. I threw on some gold accessories to set everything off. I’m not a big fan of make up so I put on some tinted natural lip gloss to finish my look and was out. But not before spraying on some Coach perfume.

      When I jumped in my BMW, I was looking good and feeling even better and if I met the right man, I’d show him just how good I felt.

      . . . . .

      When I arrived at Meko’s condo, I could tell that she had already began her wine session. Heeeyyy Jess! She said as she held up her wine glass. You look maaahhvelous! She said with what was supposed to be a British accent. Thanks, you look maaahhvelous too! I mocked and she did. Meko was a beautiful woman. Her dark skin glowed, her cheek bones were high, almond shaped eyes and she could dress her ass off. She wore a red fitted top that made her huge watermelon breasts look larger against her small waist line. She had on a pair of black liquid leggings that fit her perfectly and a pair of red Loubous. She wore her long wavy hair in a tight bun and a pair of gold hoops that made her head look tiny. Meko wore no make up because her dark skin was spotless minus a small beauty mark on her right cheek. I’ll be ready in one sec I just need to finish this wine. After she finished we hopped in her white SUV, with me as the designated driver and rode off.

      I am so ready to meet my next boyfriend! I yelled. I need some pampering in my life girl. I’m sick of being alone!

      Not me honey. After I’m done with ’em he has to take his ass home or somewhere as long as it’s the hell away from me! I’m not looking for that right now, I love the single life. Meko countered. She laughed a bit afterward, but I knew she was dead serious. Meko was the love ’em and leave ’em type. She was like a lot of men I knew and I often told her that. She brought a whole new meaning to Steve Harvey’s phrase Think Like a Man. I often joked with her saying, Meko you’re supposed to think like a man, not act like one! I don’t recall her ever having a serious relationship. Her favorite phrase was So many men, so little time…I gotta keep it movin’!

      When we got to The Bistro, we saw everybody who was anybody; Exes, homegirls, homeboys, past enemies, and people whose names we couldn’t remember, but recognized their faces. Everybody. Meko and I made sure we took advantage of the free drinks being served. Meko had a glass of Mascato D’Asti and I had a Midori Sour with an extra cherry (I liked being naughty with the stem). "Jess, I’m about to go out onto the floor and get my dance on!

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