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Cishawn and Tonzell both know what they want from life. Cishawn wants to be able to maintain her independence while pursuing the career of her heart. Tonzell wants to be able to grow his fledgling business without the distraction of a relationship. When the time is right, each wishes to find the perfect mate. For Cishawn, that would be a man who appreciates and supports her independence. Tonzell wants an old fashioned woman like his Granny to build his life with. The problem is, Cishawn's quest for independence serves as a blockade between her and potential mates. She cannot be what Tonzell needs her to be and that is the needy, damsel in distress who is looking to be rescued. Can Tonzell accept not being the noble rescuer?
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Jared snorted in his sleep, and threw a 50 lb. arm across my waist. Okay, so maybe his arm didn’t exactly weigh that much. With him weighing in at 250 lbs., I would have been willing to bet that his arms did weigh at least 40 lbs. each. I reached over and lay my arm across his nose. Funny, but I could remember a time when I thought his bulges were the best things going.
I was okay with him just looking good and with us not having much conversation in the beginning, because the only thing on my mind was sleeping with him. The momentum of my excitement over a fresh piece of meat carried us through our first sexual interlude. Even after that less than exciting occurrence, I still found myself willing to drag the "relationship" out. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I stuck around. However, the pressure he was putting on me to get closer became too much for me to bear.
Suffocating him with my arm finally had the desired effect. Jared struggled to breathe again, and in the midst of his shifting and gasping for air, I managed to scoot away from him completely. I remained in the bed for about five minutes longer. If I moved too quickly, he would probably reach out for me again.
When I was finally able to escape, I tiptoed to the bathroom. I examined myself in the floor-length mirror on the wall. The skin on my neck and shoulders bore the bite marks from my encounter with him the previous night. Yet, my mid-length hair still had the look of a fresh hairdo. That was just how little effort I’d managed to muster during our interlude. I stopped for just a moment to study the look in my wide, brown eyes. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t even feel attracted to him the way I should. Not the way I was attracted to…enough of that. I needed to hurry. The idea of a solitary shower was almost forgotten to me, as Jared usually tried to jump in with me and ruin the privacy with his unintelligible chatter.
I began to grow excited under the warm water, as I let my mind wander to another time and a different man. I knew I was going into one of my "coulda’ shoulda’" episodes, and I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand. But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to sink into the erotic dream I’d built on for the last seven years, but I knew Jared would be awake very soon. I wanted to be out of the shower and on my way out the door before he could try to talk to me. Or worse yet, try and get me back into the bed. If he had tried that I’d definitely have had to burst his bubble.
As I turned the water off 15 minutes later, I heard the incessant beeping of my cell phone in the bedroom. The noise was quickly followed by the squeaking of the bedsprings and the thud of heavy feet hitting the floor. With the towel halfway wrapped around me, I flew back out to the bedroom.
"What are you doing already up?" There was an unspoken accusation in his voice. How dare you be able to spring out of bed and traipse around the apartment so effortlessly despite that massive loving I whipped on you last night!
"You know the birds always wake me up in the morning, and I can't just lie around in bed all day." I could with the right person, if the motivation was right. But you, my brother, are out of the running.
He pouted like a little kid. The expression was in direct conflict with his bulk. He looked like one of those famous old comedians making an exaggerated funny face. "You took a shower without me." I almost laughed, but I could just hear his thoughts. You could’ve waited for me. You're always doing things by yourself, without me. That was one of the things that bothered me about Jared, as we spent more and more time together—his constant need for attention.
I tossed a meaningless "Yeah, well, sorry,” over my shoulder as I rushed to begin dressing. “I was expecting a call this morning and figured I'd better get a head start on the day. Jackie and Terrence’s wedding shower is tonight." I was trying to locate my stockings with my foot, but I decided to forego them for the trip home. I'm really trying to get up out of here. I figured out a long time ago that there is no way I can get away from you in your own apartment. That’s hard enough to do from across town in my own place with you always calling. I need to breathe.
Jared glared at me. "Am I going to finally get to see some of these folks you spend all of your time with?" I'm not sure if he really expected an answer, because he’d already started to make the bed. I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I headed for my blouse, which was under the bed. “Why don’t you just call me later and let me know what time?” He rummaged through his chest of drawers. I examined his big, tight butt and released a long sigh. Then I shook my head. That booty call mentality was what had gotten me in the mess with Jared in the first place. He saw me checking him out and started to say something I was sure I didn’t want to hear, most likely about my staying.
“I really need to go.” I literally jumped into the last of my clothes and scooted out of the room toward the front door as fast as I could. I could hear him thudding quickly behind me. “I’ll call you later.”
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