Cold

by Sha Jones

  COLD

  - Written by -

  SHA JONES

  Copyright © 2014 by True Glory Publications

  Published by True Glory Publications LLC

  First Edition

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

  Cover design/Graphics: Michael Horne

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  The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

  Dedication

  I would like to dedicate this book to my Bernadette John-Lewis.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  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

  Prologue

  It’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep. A part of me wants to hold Michael but my heart is beating fast at the fear of rejection from my own husband especially with the way things have been between us. I decide to roll over and turn to him but as I do, his phone buzzed. He grabs it from under the pillow, takes one look at it and gets out of bed. I look at him with concern and asked, “Baby is everything alright?”

  Without turning to look at me he replies, “Yeah I just have to finish up some papers at work.”

  I couldn’t believe this shit. This was the third night in a row.

  “At 3 a.m. in the morning Michael?” I asked sarcastically.

  He didn’t even answer my question. He just threw on his suit he wore the night before and left the house without so much as a kiss on the forehead. As I’m lying in bed, my head is pounding and my chest starts to burn and all of these thoughts are running full speed through my mind. In the heat of the moment, I jump up and yell, “I can’t take this shit anymore!”

  I grabbed my keys and purse and ran out of the house wearing just my gown. I knew that if I was going to catch up to Michael I needed to leave now. I’m driving like a bat out of hell and my palms are so sweaty that I can barely grip the steering wheel. I finally see Michael’s car so I slow down because I’m almost tailing him. All of a sudden, my phone rings. It’s Michael.

  ‘Oh shit… I’m caught,’ I think to myself.

  In a sleepy voice, I answered, “Hello.”

  Nonchalantly; Michael says “Hey baby, I just pulled into the office. I’m going to be here for a while.”

  I couldn’t believe him. I wanted to take my car and ram his lying ass. I took a deep breath and just said, “Ok Michael.”

  The drive felt like forever. Everything around me stopped. The sky was closing in on me and world felt like it was shattering. I couldn’t believe my husband of 7 years would do this to me. Michael then pulls into a hotel but doesn’t check in. My only thought was that the other woman was already there waiting for my man to arrive. As he gets out, I park my car and wait for him walk into the hotel room. I close my eyes to keep the tears from seeping out. I held my breath and thought to myself ‘just go home Tiffany.’ Then I opened my eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Hell naw.”

  I got out of my car and rushed to the room. I put my index finger on the peep hole trying to hide my identity and knocked on the door. Michael answered the door shirtless. Before he could say anything, I pushed passed him and entered the hotel. With tears running down my face, I yelled in a shaky voice, “How could you do this to me, to us?”

  Before he could explain, a shadow appeared from the bathroom. I looked up and my heart almost fell out of my chest. Michael looked at me and put is head down. All of the blood immediately rushed from my brain. It was like a scene from a horror soap opera. I couldn’t believe who was standing butt naked in front of me and who had been sleeping with my man this whole time.

  Chapter 1

  Its five minutes before 8 a.m. and my alarm clock should be going off anytime now. I roll over to reach for my husband and all I feel is wrinkles from our bed sheets. As I get up, my head starts pounding instantly. ‘I seriously need to see a doctor for these migraines,’ I think to myself. I finally find the strength to plant my feet on the floor. I grab a towel and walk to the bathroom. I could see Michael’s silhouette through the shower glass doors. He still looks just as good as he did when we first met in law school. I walk to the shower door and slowly slide it open.

  “Need some company?” I asked with a grin on my face.

  I could see the soap suds dripping down his chocolate body past his washboard abs. He cut the shower off and looked at me with a smile.

  “I can’t. I’m running late for work.”

  If I couldn’t have a quickie in the shower, I sure as hell was going to look. As he’s drying his feet on the floor mat, I’m standing there like a bitch in heat as his dick is hanging from his body lifelessly. As I’m standing there in a daze, all I hear is, “Towel.”

  I’m struggling to blink my eyes back into focus.

  “Huh?” I asked in a confused voice.

  “I need the towel,” Michael repeated.

  I looked down and realized that I had the towel in my hand.

  “Oh sorry,” I said feeling embarrassed.

  He grabbed the towel and walked past me. I watched him as he put his suit and tie on. It fit his body perfectly just like a department store manikin.

  While I was down stairs making coffee, I had all of these thoughts buzzing around in my mind. ‘I wonder if he remembers,’ I think to myself.

  Suddenly, I feel this warm sensation on the back of my neck. It felt so good that I didn’t want to turn around to see what it was. Michael then grabbed my waist from behind and gently kissed me on the back of my neck. As I turned to give him his cup of coffee, I looked at him and smiled.

  “Baby do you remember the day we got married?” I asked hoping that he would get my hint.

  I mean, he couldn’t be stupid enough to forget that today is our 7 year anniversary. Michael was always full of surprises so maybe he was just trying to lead me on. He pulled me closer and stared at me. The look in his eyes was so mesmerizing that it almost hypnotized me.

  “Of course I remember,” he responded as he leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead.

  He then grabbed his keys from the counter and before turning to walk out of the door, he winked at me. I knew he was trying to leave before our conversation went any further. He was never really the type of man to express himself. I had all day to get ready for tonight, but I didn’t feel like shopping alone and I definitely needed a glass of Chardonnay so
I decide to call my girl Draya.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Hey girl, what are you doing today? I need you.”

  Draya sighed, “Today is my off day and I still have to work for you?”

  In excitement I responded, “Yes! Today is me and Michael’s anniversary and I want to go shopping for some lingerie.”

  In a kinky voice Draya responded, “Ooh that’s definitely worth getting out of bed for. I’ll call you when I’m outside.”

  After our conversation ended, I decided to start my first glass of wine without Draya. Prosecuting criminals all day would drive anybody to drinking especially with the type of things I see, hear, and deal with on a regular basis. As I turned to grab the bottle of wine, my phone rings. It read unknown on the screen.

  “Great another private call,” I sighed to myself.

  Frustrated I answered, “Hello?”

  All I could hear was heavy breathing. It sounded perverted. I imagined that there was this old scary looking man with his hand in his pants rubbing his private area. There was this long pause and the call went dead. I blew it off and continue pouring my wine. My phone then rings again. It’s like I couldn’t catch a break. I felt like I was at work dealing with my clients. Snatching my phone from the counter, I rolled my eyes and looked at the screen. It was my best friend Carl. We’ve been friends since we were kids. He’s always been my backbone and such an amazing friend.

  “Hey Carl,” I answered with a smile on my face.

  “I’m just calling to wish you and Michael a happy anniversary.”

  I was a little surprised that he was calling me for that. He liked Michael but they didn’t really hang out unless I was around.

  “Awww thanks. How are you, Tangy, and the kids?” I asked.

  “We’re fine. Tangy took the kids to the mall while I stay home to grade homework from my students.”

  Although Carl was a college professor, he didn’t really look like one. He was very muscular and looked more like a fitness trainer. Quickly changing the subject, I started telling him about Michael’s strange behavior.

  “Michael didn’t even hint to me that he knew today was our anniversary,” I explained.

  Carl laughed as if I was talking crazy or something.

  “Tiff, your husband wouldn’t just forget his own anniversary. I guarantee you he’s plotting the perfect night. Just be patient. Y’all women think too much,” he joked.

  “Well I have to get back to grading papers so I will call you later.”

  With a smile on my face, I said okay and I hung up. I guess Carl was right. Maybe it was a “man thing.” Michael’s been working so hard and I know firsthand that being an attorney is a very busy job and it doesn’t make it any better that he’s a defense attorney and I put the criminals that he work so hard to keep out behind bars. Both jobs come with a price to pay but it’s a job that I love.

  As I’m roaming through my closet trying to find something to wear before Draya arrives, I come across a receipt from a men’s clothing store. ‘I see his ass made time to go shopping,’ I think to myself. I stared at the receipt trying to see if I missed something that he could’ve bought for me but there was nothing but shit for him. He bought himself a pair of shoes and a new watch. Minutes later, I heard Draya blowing. I hurried and threw on some jeans and a shirt. I grab my keys, my phone and my purse and jet out the door. When I got in the car, Draya handed me a bottle of champagne and screams, “Happy anniversary, now let’s go get you sexy!” and we sped off.

  Chapter 2

  Our first stop was Cindies sex shop. There were so many different sex toys and they even had sexy lingerie. I felt like I was in some kind of dominatrix room. There was all kind of sex tools from chains to whips. They even had a manikin woman you could fuck. I was a little turned on because all I kept thinking about was how I wanted to rub my man down tonight. I just had all of these kinky fantasies playing in my head. Although Michael and I had been married for seven years and together for ten, I still lusted for him like a teenaged girl. Lately he’s been a little distant so I wanted to do something that would bring us closer together like we were before, and I wanted to make tonight count. I was going to fuck the shit out of him. I wanted to remind him why we fell in love and I wanted him to know that the love was still strong. Draya walks up to me smiling and flashing a black dildo in my face.

  “How about playing with this when you feel like doing a little…you know…self-pleasuring?” she asked in a sexy playful voice.

  Sadly, I almost considered it. It’s not like I was getting some real dick anyway. Michael was either too tired or too busy for sex now.

  “Ummm no I’m getting all the sex I need,” I replied.

  Hell I lied but I didn’t want anybody to know that me and my husband haven’t had sex in damn near two months, and I damn sure didn’t want my co-worker to know that I wasn’t getting any dick on a regular. As I’m walking towards the toy section, my purse starts buzzing. I reach in and grab my phone. It says unknown on the screen. I didn’t feel like dealing with the mystery caller so I rejected the call. Before I could put my phone back in my purse, my phone buzzed again. It was the unknown caller. The shit was really starting to bother me.

  “Hello?” I answered with an attitude.

  Once again, there was heavy breathing and there was a long pause and the call went dead. I stood there with the phone up to my ear after the caller hung up. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped back and turned around.

  “What’s wrong?” Draya asked in a concerned voice.

  “I keep getting these private calls. They call and hang up,” I said as I shook my head.

  With my line of work, this could’ve been anybody. I put away so many people that I forgot their names.

  “Who do you think it could be?” Draya asked with her eyebrows raised.

  “I have no clue,” I sighed.

  I was going to find out soon enough though. After I purchased my sex items, Draya and I left. While back home, I decided to play some slow jams. I wanted to set the mood early so when Michael comes through the door, I would already be prepared. I ran myself a nice hot bubble bath and lit some vanilla scented candles. The champagne that Draya bought me had me feeling good already. I didn’t have time to go to the spa, so I thought I’d have my own little spa day at home. While looking in the mirror, I slowly undressed. I pretended Michael was in front of me and I began stripping and grinding my hips to beat of the music. I wasn’t sure if it was the slow jams that had me feeling myself, but I was feeling sexy. I walked over to the tub and stuck one foot in. The temperature was just right, so I then eased the rest of my body down in the water. It was like the water was massaging every ache on my body.

  After spending an hour in the tub, I went to my room and pulled out my lingerie that I bought from Cindies. I held it up and examined it trying to imagine what it would look like on my body. It was all red like blood. I wasted no time putting it on because there wasn’t really much to put on. I was pretty impressed with what I was seeing as I stood in the mirror. I nodded my head as if I was complimenting myself in third person. The one piece fit my body like red paint. It was so see through that if it wasn’t red, you would think that I was completely naked. It covered most of my breast except for my nipples and my pussy sat up perfectly. I turned around to examine the back. My ass looked sweeter than a Georgia peach and my booty cheeks swallowed the entire thong. My 6 inch red pumps complimented my calf muscles. My ass clapped the every time I took a step.

  I went down stairs to light some more candles and prepare a light meal. Michael should be home any minute. I didn’t want to call. I just wanted to surprise him when he walked through the door. To beat time, I decide to go over my curls and add another coat of red lipstick on. An hour goes by and Michael still haven’t showed up or called, so I decide to call him. He didn’t answer so I hung up and called back but he rejected the call. I started to become impatient so I sent him a text. I cou
ldn’t believe this. He knew today was a special day but he fucked it up. Another hour goes by and at this point, I’m pissed off. I decide to call again but this time his phone goes to voicemail.

  I blew the candles out and went to the bathroom to wipe off my lipstick. I took off my lingerie and put on my robe. I wasn’t about to stand there like a fool waiting for him to come home. I popped some popcorn and tried to find a good movie on TV. Although I was mad at my husband, I wasn’t ready to think the worst just yet. There had to be a good explanation as to why he wasn’t answering his phone. I lay on the couch until I fell asleep. While I’m lying on the couch, my alarm goes off. I reach on the floor for my phone. It says 7 a.m. on the screen. I get up and search the house but there’s still no sight of Michael. I was in disbelief. I didn’t know whether to be angry or worried. I went to the garage to see if Michael’s BMW is parked but there was only my car.

  “Wow,” I said to myself as I dialed his number.

  Before his phone reaches the second ring, the garage door began to lift up. It was Michael’s ass pulling up. Before he could pull the key out of the ignition and get out, I was already at the car door. He gets out and barely makes eye contact with me.

  “So where were you Michael?” I asked angrily.

  “Tiff I was working late and my phone died.”

  I gave his ass the “you must think I’m stupid” look. He didn’t budge. He just gave me this sorry ass apology, grabbed his suitcase out of the car and walked in the house. It was at that very moment that I knew something wasn’t quite right.