Sweet Sessions (Sweet Treat Series Book 3)
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“And who is going to pick me up after work?”
“I am and then from time to time, I’ll be picking you up from work.” Wrapping those arms that I had felt keeping me safe and warm during the night around my waist, his eyes danced.
I gazed at him with a smile. “Is that a promise?” I asked.
“That’s a promise I plan to keep for as long as I can.” Kissing the tip of my nose, I scrunched up my nose and he laughed. “Now let’s go and eat before the food gets cold.”
After we went to my place and I gathered what I would need for tonight and tomorrow, we headed over to the grocery store since Anthony had planned to make me dinner that night, something special he told me. But while we were in the meat section, I heard someone shout out my name, startling me as I gazed all around to see who the hell it was and where it was coming from.
“I know you heard me Melanie, what you doing in here with that man!”
I want to take this time to mention that what happened next would be another moment in Taylor family history. This is something that has been told too many times to count but mostly, all wrong…..so pay attention.
I saw her coming down the cereal aisle in top speed and I knew by how quickly she was coming for us that she was determined to do a slap off. A large crash echoed in the meat section and when I opened my eyes, all of our stuff was on the floor while Aunt Reva’s cart stood still and erect. “Aunt Reva what the hell!” I asked perplexed by what the hell just happened. “We could have been hurt.”
“I don’t care. What are you two doing here and why ain’t you at work?”
“I overslept and called in.”
She looked at me up and down then glared at Anthony who at that time was picking up our groceries and then back at me once more.
“What?” I asked, but I shouldn’t have, I shoulda’ known.
“You guys fucked didn’t you!” she shouted so everyone within earshot could hear.
Poor Anthony quickly stood up with groceries in hand, looking whiter than Casper the Friendly Ghost.
That’s when I saw my Uncle Clarence, who was Uncle Cary’s fraternal twin brother come from up one of the aisles. “Melanie, is that you hon?”
“Uncle Clarence!” I went up to him, giving him a big hug only to get one of his mammoth hugs, the type of hug that could literally take your breath away and you would have to get an oxygen tank to get it all back. My Uncle Clarence was a big man, used to play for the Chicago Bears and Pittsburgh Steelers back in the day. “When did you get in?”
“Actually, I got in this morning, I was headed over to your parents to see them, but of course, I had to check up on little sis and she needed to go to—”
“Stop trying to change the damn subject, you two are fucking and I told you to stay away from this man!” Aunt Reva interrupted.
“And you are?” he asked Anthony.
He still looked dumbfounded by what was going on but quickly put the stuff in the cart and went to shake my Uncle’s hand. “I’m Anthony Stone, it’s nice to meet you sir.”
“So, this is the fella I’ve been hearing of from your Aunt since I picked her up. Reva, I don’t know why you keep calling him the devil, he seems like a nice fella.” He looked puzzled.
This made me giggle, but I stopped when I saw the look on Aunt Reva’s face.
Yeah, she was still pissed off.
“Aunt Reva, why would you ask me a question like that and then in the grocery store of all places, why do you always have to embarrass me in front of people?”
“Because I’m your Aunt that’s why and I know that he is nothing but trouble for you.”
“Oh, hush now Reva,” Uncle Clarence told her. “Listen, I’ll be over for Sunday dinner at your mom’s, are you coming over?” He looked at me.
“Of course, and I might bring Anthony over, that is if he’s not busy?” I looked over at him and he nodded. “We better go. We have a few more things to pick up. He’s cooking me dinner tonight, what that is, I haven’t a clue.”
“He’s cooking you dinner now?” Aunt Reva exclaimed with a look of frustration written all over her face.
“Yes he is. Goodbye Uncle Clarence.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and went to kiss Aunt Reva on hers which she gave me a swat on the ass. “Bye, Aunt Reva.” I winced at the smack on my ass.
“You better stay away from that man Melanie,” she shouted while we made our way further from her. “If you are fucking that boy, you better be using condoms! Melanie, do you hear me girl? I know you heard me telling you to get some God damn condoms!”
Yes…that really happened…in the grocery store…yet, AGAIN!
EPILOGUE
“Are you alright, Ms. Taylor?”
The voice pulled from my memories, I looked and found that I was still sitting in the booth with my cup of tea about to spill in my lap. Thankfully, I caught myself and smiled, looking to see both Anthony and Essie watching me.
Now again, how did I get to being in a recording studio of a famous record company? Well, after about a year in a half of making my demo, I started singing along with Anthony and his band some nights and one particular night, a friend of his by the name of Peter Bell who was with Sony Music had come to visit another friend who had told him about the band. But he wasn’t interested in the band when he heard me singing that one Saturday night. After our set, he immediately wanted to talk with me which we did….for about five hours.
Eventually, he wanted a demo tape to which of course, I gave him one because I always carried one. He gave me a card and told me after I had given him my info that he would get in contact with me in about a week.
Yes, I didn’t really believe him. After all, fame doesn’t come so soon for someone in the music business.
Well, he got in contact with me in three days—and told me that he wanted me to come to New York immediately. He got me and Anthony tickets…first class of course, to New York and put us up in the most extravagant hotel that I had ever been in. When we met up with the Peter and the executives, they had praised me considerably about my voice, about the songs I sung on my tape and how they couldn’t wait to meet me and hopefully hear me in person, for themselves. They couldn’t believe how beautiful and rich my voice was. So they had me go into a studio and told me to sing anything I wanted and I did…I sang Summertime.
I would end up spending what was supposed to have been a week but rather we stayed for a month in a half. Just talking and deciding whether or not I would sign a contract with them to which I finally did—of course. Anthony and I celebrated by having a dinner at one of the best restaurants in Manhattan and afterwards, we got the chance to go through Central Park in a horse drawn carriage and we ended up going Strawberry Fields to see the ‘Imagine’ memorial for one of my favorite Beatles, John.
This is where he proposed to me on bended knee.
So there you have it…I was able to fulfill my dream of becoming a recording artist and along the way, I found true love and happiness with a man who loved me for myself as well as for my own love of music.
THE END
About the Author
WriterJamallahBergman was born in Jamaica Queens, New York. Although her family moved around a bit from New York to Alabama to Georgia. Jamallah's childhood was mostly spent in Roswell, Georgia.
At the age of twelve, Jamallah started writing scripts for her doll babies. As she got older, her inclination to write grew.
Soon after reading her first romance novel at fifteen; she became hooked on romance and deviated from writing her doll baby stories, to romantically inclined stories.
Her thirst to write eventually sent her from one out of the box experience to another. She eventually engaged her thoughts and writing into writing erotic stories.
As Jamallah's interest as a reader grew, questions aroused her curiosity. Why were the heroines in the stories she loved so much, nothing like herself. She felt none of the women were full figured, or plump. To coin a phrase from the well-known come
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Often, she became upset because she felt there should be stories out there about all types of women, including thick, beautiful women like herself. Why were there no stories about full figured women who got the handsome hunk? She would ask herself after reading another romance story where the beautiful main character was thin.
After researching and finding very few stories about curvy women, Jamallah thought it was time the romance readers market read more stories about full figured heroines.
She started to write stories where the full figured woman 'ALWAYS' got her man!
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Also make sure to check out Jamallah’s other books:
If…Only You Knew
The Lady of Gladstone Manor
The Bee Charmer
Are You Lonesome Tonight
The Reunion
The Soldier & The Writer
The Admission
A Special Kind Of Woman
Renzo (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 1)
Simone (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 2)
Gianni (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 3)
Federico (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 4)
Christmas In Kellington
Sorry, Wrong Number
Constant Surprises-Book Two of Sorry Wrong Number Series
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