The Demise of Alexis Vancamp
Karen Williams
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1 - A Month Before
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
About the Author
Copyright Page
This novel is dedicated to my fans. Without you guys I’m nothing. Your support means a lot to me . . . Thank You.
Acknowledgments
Thanks for checking in with me again. I feel positively elated as I write these acknowledgments . . . My heart is filled with nothing but joy right now. This year I was blessed to have one of my dreams come into fruition. I became a home buyer. For me this is such a big freaking deal. I now have a foundation for my kids and family. To come where I come from and have the struggles I’ve had and accomplish this? It’s surreal to me. One thing I always tell the minors I work with is that in the midst of the chaos and the struggles that we often deal with alone, we are afraid to dream because those dreams in the context of how hard life is seem too big and no longer probable. The one thing I always tell them is we can still dream big and do big, despite the struggles, despite the losses. I am forever living proof of this.
To my kids: I love you Adara and Bralynn! Adara thank you so much for keeping an eye on Bralynn so I could focus. You two mean the world to me. I have the best kids! Thank you big sister Crystal and mom for always supporting me. I look up to you so much Crystal and you’re making major moves. Mom, thank you so much for always being there for me. I love you! Mi-kayla and Madyeson I love you two. Yes, I am a rough around the edges auntie, but I love you guys and I have your back always, trust! Donnie I’m proud of you. Hey to Mu-Mu, Jabrez and Devin. Thank You Trudy for the love you show to my family!
Thanks to my friends Sheryl, Lenzie, Christina, Kimberly, Linda, Tracy, Christina, Talamontes, Pam, Carla, Sewiaa, Ronisha RIP, Tina, Shumeka, Valerie Hoyt, Tara, Pearlean, Maxine, Dena, Barbara, Henrietta, Candis, VI, Phillipo, Latonya, Leigh and Lili, Yvonne Gainer, Monica Burton, Sandra V, Sandra T, Ivy, Clarissa, Daphne and Lydia, Mrs. Pope, Robert, Tiffany, Aparichio. We’ll miss you Jose! Eddie Chisym, you always gave me words of encouragement. From the day I met you, you believed in me more than I believed in myself. I needed that at a time where I lost myself and didn’t know my own strength or abilities anymore. I do now. I’m stronger than I ever knew, with plenty of gifts to share.
Chris Morales. You don’t know what type of impact you have. I’ve said this before, I know I am a better person for knowing you. I have never met anyone like you before. Your commitment to change the lives of the minors we work with is admirable beyond means. You don’t always get the credit you deserve for all you do and you do it all with such a humble spirit. God bless you.
Thank You to all the Book Clubs that supported me. Thanks to Shawnda Hamilton and Papaya Flagstaff. Thank You Radiah. Hey Netta!
Chucking the peace sign to my author friends: Mondell Pope, Aleta Williams, Terra Little, Terry Wroten, Angel Williams, Rainne Grant and Ahem (Clearing my throat) Author DeTerrius Woods. I’m so proud of you! That’s my boo right there! Loreal Ballou, you’re up!
Thank You Carl and Natalie Weber.
Kevin Dwyer, we are back at it again. I’m biting my nails waiting for your edits . . . Lol. Seriously, you are the absolute best and I’m so happy you are on this project with me.
And once again, I want to thank my fans. You guys make me feel so honored, as an author. I promise you guys I am going to get over this fear of flying and do more traveling so I can meet you all face to face!
I hope I didn’t miss anyone. I’m so sorry if I did. Let me know and I will get you in the next book.
Now about the book! Penning it gave me nothing but chills. I don’t want to give anything away before you get a chance to read, but prepare to get mind humped!
Until next time . . . Kisses!
Prologue
I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing as the police asked me to give an account of what happened. Every time I attempted to explain what unfolded in my living room, I would break down again due to the trauma. The male police officer stared at me impatiently. I wiped my face and my runny nose. “I’m trying my best, Officer. I’m so sorry.”
He huffed out an impatient breath.
His partner, a petite white female, gave me a gentle look. “Sweetie. Take a deep breath.”
I did as she said, inhaling deeply.
“Now let it out slowly.”
I complied.
“Continue that as long as you need to so you calm down, because you certainly can’t tell us what happened being upset the way you are. There is a dead body in the room so we know that has to be hard for you. You let us know when you’re ready.”
I nodded and continued to do as she said. A couple minutes later, when I felt my body return to a slightly normal state, I took another breath and let it out. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”
Both officers opened their pads and held their pens in anticipation of my words. I swallowed hard and began recounting the story.
He was going down on me. My legs were wrapped around his neck. And I was so into the feelings it gave me that I almost didn’t see Dannon standing in the doorway with flowers in his arms and a mortified expression on his face. In fact, I only acknowledged his presence well after I climaxed. I then shoved Santana’s naked body away.
“Dannon!” I said in surprise.
The flowers fell from his arms. Santana looked Dannon’s way, with a smirk on his face.
“How long has this shit been going on?” he demanded of me. My normally calm fiancé who rarely cursed was yelling.
Santana, unconcerned with the conversation, sat on the couch next to me as I tried to cover up.
“Not long,” I stammered.
Tears ran down Dannon’s face. “You do realize that in three weeks we are supposed to get married?”
I looked away and pulled on my dress. “I’m so sorry, Dannon. I didn’t mean to hurt you or expose—”
“Expose the fact that you been fucking around on me? After all we have been through together. How could you, selfish bitch?”
Santana threw his head back and cackled. I gave him a sharp look, which he simply ignored. At this point, Dannon was sobbing. I felt so bad that I had brought this hurt to him.
“I guess there is nothing left to say, is it, Alexis? This . . . It speaks for itself . . .” Each word sounded so choppy because he paused between each one with a sob.
I didn’t know what to say to that. I had loved Dannon for as long as I could remember. He was my high school sweetheart, my prom date, my first . . . And he was supposed to be my husband. We were supposed to live a perfect life together. I knew better than what I was doing. I was about
to lose what I had dreamed about having for years: Dannon as my husband. And, yet, the thought of Santana between my legs again and the anticipation of his thick penis in my walls seemed to make up for not having any of that. I realized that I didn’t want that life anymore. The only thing I wanted was Santana. And letting the chips fall where they may was the way to get that. I was more relieved that Dannon had discovered this. And that meant more to me than his tears. He would just have to get over it. He would.
“I knew something was going on. For the past month, you have not been the same. But I kept ignoring all the obvious signs. I have avoided this for as long as I could. It’s over.”
Yes. Before I could respond, he walked out of my apartment.
I felt a sense of elation that I was now able to be with Santana freely and not sneak around. I also no longer had to divide my time between him and Dannon. I was now all his.
“Thank fucking God that emotional-ass nigga gone!” Santana yelled.
He leaned over my legs, split them apart, slipped between them, and slid inside of me. At the feel of his big dick, my sadness was replaced with lust as he pounded into me. I was so into it that I almost didn’t see Dannon come back into my apartment. I tried to shove Santana away but he refused to get off of me and continued to fuck me.
With wide eyes I watched as Dannon slipped off his engagement ring and set it on my coffee table. Normally men didn’t wear an engagement ring. Dannon was different from the average man. The day he had proposed to me, he put one on his finger as well and said from that day forward he was going to live the life of a married man. Tears were running down his face and still all I could think about was how good Santana felt being inside of me. What had this man done to me?
Dannon walked out again.
Santana squeezed one of my nipples roughly.
I moaned and jumped when I saw Dannon standing in front of us yet again!
Dannon pulled a gun out of his back pocket, aimed it toward his chest, and fired several times. I screamed as he fell to the floor and blood oozed out of his chest.
Dannon had killed himself.
“And that’s what happened.”
I opened my eyes again to find both officers looking at me. Disgust was in their eyes. They weren’t in my world, so I cared very little about their perception of me. I didn’t want Dannon to die but I also didn’t pull the trigger. It was idiotic for anyone to blame me for this. But, still, seeing someone take their life in front of you was definitely a frightening thing. . . .
The woman said, “So after he fired those shots, he fell down and he never got back up again?”
“Yes. He didn’t move after that.”
They both scribbled this down.
Another officer came back into the house. He was the one who escorted Santana outside and left him there. Once they stopped talking, the female officer said, “You two are in the clear. Thank you for your time.”
Chapter 1
A Month Before
When everything was oh so perfect in my life and couldn’t get any better, Santana walked in. I was the proud daughter of successful parents. My dad owned property all around southern California, as well as a tow truck business. My mother was a social worker and I had graduated at the top of my class at UCLA, in business and accounting. I worked for my father as a property supervisor. I was over all my daddy’s property managers; I dealt with all the finances. His company was called Vancamp Equities, Inc. It was located in Lakewood, California, on Candlewood Street. I also did the HR work: hiring and firing, paychecks. All of it.
He didn’t have to worry about a thing. My sister had just started college at Spelman. She, being a little wilder than I was, wanted to branch off on her own. I was engaged to one of the greatest guys on the planet, Dannon. I sighed thinking about him. He was my high school sweetheart and was three years older than I. Both his parents, who loved me, were doctors, and Dannon was working on his residency at Harbor-UCLA Medical Center. He was every bit of handsome. He was six foot three with creamy dark brown skin, and had a set of pearly whites. I was his queen and that’s how he treated me. He said he couldn’t live without me. I believed him. We had been together for over ten years, since I was fourteen.
The day Santana walked into my work office, I was busy getting time cards done so I could go home and get ready for a date night with my man. My dad had called me at the last minute, and told me he had a young gentleman for me to interview for on-site maintenance work at our Paramount complex. Santana was just what he felt he needed. I told my daddy okay, but I really didn’t have time for an interview. I wanted to go home, and take my time bathing and getting pretty for Dannon. With his residency he was always so busy, so he had been lucky enough to get a Friday night off. Dannon wanted the night to be special. He was going to take me to his favorite restaurant: Ruth’s Chris Steak House, in Anaheim. I wanted to take full advantage of our night together.
Glancing at my watch, I saw the interviewee was thirty minutes late. “I love you, baby,” I cooed into the phone to Dannon as I reviewed a time card.
“Same here. I can’t wait to see you tonight and make love to you.”
I purred into the phone, “You want me to wear something special for you?”
“You know I do.” He started telling me how his day was. I listened intently.
I signed off on a time card and looked at my watch again. Forty-five minutes had passed. It would just be his loss. There was no way I would ever hire someone who was that damn late for an interview.
“Okay, baby. Let me get off this phone so I can go home and get dressed.”
“See you later, babe.”
I made a kiss sound into the phone before hanging up. I then stood, put on my jacket, and grabbed my purse and briefcase. That’s when I heard a knock at the door.
Agitated, I turned and looked at who my visitor was. No, he didn’t have the nerve to show up this late.
I arrogantly studied him as he walked into the room. He was handsome nonetheless. He had brown skin and jet-black curly hair, telling me he was mixed. I figured he had to be Spanish and black. He wasn’t as tall as Dannon. He seemed to be six feet but he was muscular. It wasn’t hard to see that because the fool was wearing a wife beater tucked into a pair of slacks. Who wears a wife beater to an interview?
“How you doing, ma’am? I’m Santana Marcelino.” He held his hand out for me to shake. I looked at it disdainfully. Not only was he late, he was not dressed properly for an interview and his fingernails were filthy.
I shook my head at him. He was old enough to know better. “You are fifty minutes late. I’m on my way out.”
“I’m sorry. I have been having car problems. It stopped twice on the way here and I had to get a jump.”
That is the number one excuse for being late to an interview.
“Just give me a chance please,” he pleaded. “I really need a job.”
I rolled my eyes, and sat down. At least he can’t go to the labor board and say I didn’t give him a chance.
But I knew, even before he answered the routine questions, I wasn’t going to hire his ass. I only hired the best employees for my father. And to me, his tacky ass just wasn’t that. I knew we needed some of our managers to be a little rough around the edges, like Larry, at our Compton complex, but with how competitive the market was now in terms of employment, I knew I could find much better. Someone who could reflect our company’s professionalism.
He stared at me anxiously, clasping his hands between his knees.
I didn’t bother asking for a resume. Hell, he didn’t have on a shirt! “Do you have any experience performing maintenance work for a forty-unit complex?”
“No. But I’m a fast learner. I know how to fix stuff and—”
I didn’t want to hear that line so I cut him off. “What is your highest level of education?”
“Tenth grade. But—”
“Do you have any convictions? DUIs?”
He paused, then said, “
Yes. But I can explain them.”
I knew all I needed to know. Screw a formal interview with him. He was wasting my time. “Okay. Thank you for your time. You will hear something back from us within two to five business days.” I stood and stiffly held out my hand.
He remained seated and looked at me like I was crazy. “Wait. That’s it? That’s all you want to know?”
“Yes. Like I said, you will hear something back in two to five business days.”
His lips snarled and he looked at me angrily. “Fuck that ‘two to five business days’ line. Are you going to give me a chance or not?” he demanded.
Who does he think he is? “Sir—”
“Are you going to hire me or not?”
“No. You came to the interview late, not properly dressed, and with no res—”
Before I could finish he took one of his arms and knocked everything on my desk to the floor. I gasped and took a step back.
“You fucking bitch.”
My heart started pounding fast. I placed a hand on my chest.
As he stormed out of my office, a text message came through on my phone. I ignored it, fearful that he would come back. But he didn’t. I got up, locked my door, and went to retrieve my phone.
I took a deep breath as my heart rate slowed down. The text was from Dannon:
Alexis, I have some bad news. I can’t get off tonight. I love you but I gotta go. Make it up to you, sweets.
“Damn,” I muttered. First I get cursed out by a thug and now my baby cancels. Well, who cared about the thug? I’d never have to see him again. He legitimized everything I felt about him based on how he just acted. But I was disappointed with not being able to see my man tonight.
I might as well get some work done. I turned on my iPod and put one of my playlists that included Eric Roberson, Beyoncé, Dwele, Anthony David, Tank, Raheem DeVaughn, Jazmine Sullivan; and I got to work. I would be so happy when my baby was done with his residency. I knew being a doctor was going to be hectic for us, but once we married and he paid his dues it would change. Realistically I knew he would always be busy, but once we were married we would be living together. So, off the bat, that was more time.
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