by Jamilia Fair
He chuckles. “You like that, huh?”
“Mmmhmm,” I hum with a nod.
It’s not until I hear the front door opening and closing that I pull away from him and rush to tie my silk robe. “You’re a cruel woman, Tabitha Davenport, to not let me have a little taste of that sweet… cookie,” he teases, stepping closer and kissing my lips once again. “But be aware of this: I will be tasting you soon, and you won’t be able to sit still for a day without thinking about my tongue.”
I glare at him. “Are you trying to be cruel?” I complain.
With a smirk, he grabs my hand and lowers it to the bulge in his pants. “Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”
Shaking my head and still glaring, I push away from him. “Kiss. My. Black. Ass,” I hiss, pushing passed him.
“I’d be glad to,” he says.
SMACK!
“What the— Jeremiah!” I hiss, rubbing my stinging ass. “What was that for?”
Jeremiah laughs. “No reason. I just wanted to smack your ass.”
“Ugh! You’re so lucky the kids are here, or I’d give you a serious case of blue balls.”
He goes to respond, but the kitchen door is thrown open and we’re met by a smiling Jake and a blank-faced Melissa.
“Hey, you two, how was school?” I ask, moving to kiss Jake’s hair, then Melissa’s. Neither of them has asked me to stop, so I haven’t. Every day that I see them, I kiss them and they accept it.
“School was awesome today! I made a new friend today,” Jake shrieks, excitingly.
I lower myself down to his level and rest my hands on his sides. “Oh, really? Boy or girl?”
“He’s a boy,” he says.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Benedict, but I call him Ben,” he says with a proud smile.
I chuckle. “I like it. Hey, why don’t you invite Ben over to play? I’m sure he’d love to play the Wii with you.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
I nod. “Sure. As long as your father’s all right with it.”
He looks up at Jeremiah with puppy eyes. “Daddy, please! Can Ben come over to Tabitha’s with me to play?”
I look up at Jeremiah with puppy eyes too.
“It’s okay with me,” Jeremiah says after a moment.
“Yay! Thank you, Tabitha!” He threw his arms around my neck and hugged me.
I hug him back. “You’re welcome, sweetie.”
Pushing to my feet, I turn to Melissa. “What about you? Making any new friends?”
She nods. “Her name’s Katelyn. We share history class together.”
“That’s good. It’s always good having friends in the same class.” I smile at her. “Would you like to invite her over too? It doesn’t have to be the same day as Jake and Ben, but it can be whenever you choose. Tomorrow if you’d like. And it doesn’t even have to be in the house. It can be in the doddy house out back.
She raises a brow. “A doddy house?”
“It’s also called a granny cottage. It’s a separate structure from the house. My father had it built out back for me for when I wanted to stop looking at the same walls all day. It’s like a two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen facility, of course.” I lift a hand to push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You and a couple of your new friends can come over and make use of it if you want. All I ask is to be mindful of my things. My father will have a cow if anything gets broken.”
Her smile widens. “Omigod! Thank you, Tabitha!” she squeals, throwing her arms around my neck.
I hug her back, then pull away. “I’d love to take the credit, sweetie, but I can’t. Jeremiah is the one who suggested for you and your friends to take the doddy house.” I reach out and take Jeremiah’s hand. “So, you should thank him.”
She looks up at him, then moves to stand before him. “Thank you, Jeremiah.”
He smiles at her. “You’re welcome, but you can thank me by having fun with your friends.
Her eyes widen and she smiles. “We will,” she says before disappearing out of the kitchen with Jake close behind.
“Thank you,” I hear him say.
I turn to him. “For what?”
“You didn’t have to tell her that it was my idea, but thank you.”
I shake my head and turn to him. “I didn’t lie to her, Jeremiah. I was telling her the truth. You are the one who came up with the idea last week. You pointed out how spacious it was and how perfect it would be for a sleepover. I only added in her and her friends.”
Smiling, he wraps his arms around me and dips his head to kiss me. “I like you,” he says against my lips.
“I like you too.”
Hi… yes, you,
My name is Jamilia Fair. I am 23 years of age, I have six brothers and sisters and I was raised by a strong and single mother in an average size city called Peoria, which three hours south of Chicago. Growing up, I loved going to school, mainly because of English class. I love to write. It wasn’t until I was in the sixth grade that I started writing about everything.
And day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year, I noticed my writing improving. When I read them, my first story and last, I could see a HUGE difference in the writing and it makes me smile because I know that my writing is improving.
I even enjoyed the criticism: good or bad. Why? It helped me to better my writing. If no one points out what’s wrong, how can you better your writing? If you have a passion for writing, or anything you love doing, run with it. Don’t allow others to stop you from doing what you love. You can do and or be whatever you want in life. Never give up. Ever!
P.S. I would greatly appreciate your honest opinion on what you’ve read today. The only way that I can write a story you enjoy reading is to get your feedback. So, if you have any suggestions or pointers, email me at [email protected]
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SYNOPSIS
Major Key Publishing returns with another anthology by five authors, who are all gifted with a phenomenal pen game that came together to deliver extraordinary stories that deal with the consequences of leaving something good to find something better.
Appearances aren’t always what they seem and often times we find ourselves coveting something someone else has just because their lives or situation seem better than our own. Truth is, after you take off the rose-colored glasses reality sets in and it isn't as good as you think when you get it!
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