Contents
Something Just Ain't Right
Copyright Page
Acknowledgements
Prologue: Morgan
Morgan
Hayley
Morgan
Hayley
Morgan
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Hayley
Morgan
Hayley
Morgan
Lamar
Hayley
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Lamar
Hayley
Hayley
Morgan
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Something Just Ain’t Right
By: Sheena Binkley
Something Just Ain’t Right
Sheena Binkley
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Acknowledgments
Thank you God for gracing me with this amazing talent. You have brought me through so much and has guided me each and every day. Thank you, not just for this journey, but for everything You have done for me.
To my hubby, Ethan Faulkner: Thank you for being the person that you are. Even though my numerous rants, you have supported me and for that’s something I truly cherish. Love you, babe!
To my family and friends: Thank you for your continuous support, even when I talk about my characters as if they are real people (sorry, but I love my characters!) You all are truly wonderful!
Laurencia Smith: Thank you for your advice and suggestions. Even through my indie days you was the first person I would ask advice about on various stories. I hope I’m able to do the same for you as you prepare for your first book as you have done for me.
To the readers old and new: Thank you for supporting me, especially during this new phase in my career. You all have been wonderful since my first book and it has been a blessing to have a fan base that has continued on with me through my journey. I truly appreciate you all!
To the reading groups: Thank you, thank you, thank you! You don’t know how grateful I am to be a part of some of the best groups around and are so welcoming. I promise I’ll name them all in my next book, but just know that you are not forgotten!
For everyone else who has helped me throughout my career (you know who you are), thank you so much. Just know that I appreciate everything that you have done and I really hope we all cross paths again someday.
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Unconditional Love (Britney & Jayden)
The Way We Were (Monica & Donnell)
Love Always (Riana & Shawn)
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Something Just Ain’t Right
Something Just Ain’t Right 2
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No Other Love 3
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Real Love (Riana & Shawn)
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Love, Life, & Happiness: The Lost Story Part 3
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Prologue
Morgan
March, 2008
“How much further do we have to go?” I asked in a high pitched tone almost out of breath from feeling like I’d walked a few miles already. I was feeling some type of way and now I was trying to figure out how to get ourselves out of this mess.
I glanced at my friend Lamar and sighed. “This was your damn idea, so you better not bitch out on me now.”
“Yeah, I gave the idea, but I didn’t think we would be going all over the city with a damn rug in the trunk.”
I stopped for a quick second to catch my breath before picking up the rug again, and then I followed Lamar down the steep hill. I noticed an open field approaching which was a sight to behold, because I didn’t know how much longer I could continue walking and carrying this heavy ass shit.
“Honestly, I didn’t know if we should do this. I said I would help you, because of what happened, but…”
“You think this is something I wanted to do?” Morgan questioned as his heart pounded from the adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Hell, this wasn’t a part of my routine today, but it happened, so I had to figure out something so this wouldn’t come back on me.”
“I know, Morgan. I know what you’ve gone through and I hate to say it, but I knew that eventually this was going to happen. Just know that no matter what issues you have, whether it’s outlandish as this, just know that I got your back.”
Morgan nodded his head. “I know and I appreciate it.”
As we got further down the hill and stopped near a shallow hole, we looked around to see that this was a perfect spot for what we needed to do. Lamar took off his backpack while I put the folded up rug, containing something horrendous inside it, on the ground.
“You got everything?”
“I got what I could get from the house.”
Lamar said as he took out two bottles of lighter fluid and a box of matches.
He gave me a bottle of the lighter fluid as he opened up his. I wondered should we take what was inside out of the rug, but figured I didn’t need to see that again. I could barely look at it earlier and I realized that’s something I didn’t want to picture again.
We began pouring the fluid over the rug, making sure it was completely lathered. Lamar grabbed the box of matches and handed it to me.
“Care to do the honors?” he questioned like now it didn’t bother him, but before he almost panicked.
I nodded as I took one out of the box and lit it. I watched the flame go up as I tossed it onto the rug. It quickly spread, causing a huge inferno. The smell was almost unbearable as we stood there watching each other with the look of guilt spread across our faces. Hopefully no one was around to see what was happening, but we chose this place carefully since no one really came to this park.
I threw another match onto the rug, making sure it burned to a fucking crisp. I didn’t need any traces that would lead back to us. I would use the entire box if needed.
“I think we need to go Mo before someone sees the fire.”
I continued to stare at the blaze wondering how things got to this point. One minute I was trying to live a normal life, and the next I was in a park burning up evidence to something I’d done.
“Morgan, we need to go!”
I couldn’t move as I just watched the one thing that has destroyed my life go up in flames. I should be upset or a little guilty for what happened, but honestly, I was fucking happy for what I was witnessing. I know I would have to live with this for the rest of my life, but at least I didn’t have to deal with the bullshit anymore.
I did what I had to do to protect the ones I loved. If given the choice, I wouldn’t hesitate in doing it again…
Morgan
October, 2014
“Are you seriously going to do this right now?”
“Do what? I told you before we came in here what my intentions were. You agreed to them, so I thought everything was straight.”
The girl, Chelsea, Cecilia, whatever her name was, gave me an impatient glance before pulling down her skirt. I didn't know what her deal was, but I told her point blank what I wanted right now, and striking up a conversation wasn’t one of them. I glanced at Carrie--that’s her name – taking in her medium-length honey blonde hair, smooth auburn-colored skin, and knockout body that I wanted pressed up against me, but I guess she had other ideas. When I told her I wanted to have some fun, I thought she automatically knew what I meant. I thought wrong.
“Listen, if you think I’m just going to give it up to you right now, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“Hasn’t stopped most girls before,” I said with a sexy grin.
Carrie shook her head and sighed.
“I’m not one of these girls you're occasionally with on campus. I have more respect for myself than that, Morgan.”
“Maybe so, but I think you wanted to see for yourself what girls say about me.”
“Get over yourself, Morgan,” she told me, going to the door and opening it.
I sighed and put on my shirt. Oh well, it didn't matter. She wasn’t the first girl and definitely wouldn’t be the last. I knew I should stop being an ass towards women, but to be honest, I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to have fun and not be tied down to anyone. I mean, was it a crime to feel that way? To my knowledge, it wasn't, so why should anyone else be upset about it? The only concern I had before graduating college was living my life, and if that included banging every female at Thompson University, then damn it, I would.
Maybe there was a reason why I felt this way. No, it didn't have anything to do with a relationship that went wrong or a girl cheating on me; it’s just the fact that I hadn't met anyone worth committing to. Most of the girls I’d dated were just like me, only wanting to have fun and not be tied down. But, of course, I was the one looking like the man-whore. My mom thought so, and even my best friend, Lamar thought so. I never really understood why Lamar would think that when he was the same way. Well, he was until he met his current girlfriend, Tamara Morris. The two met during our sophomore year at Thompson, and she automatically turned Lamar into a whipping boy. Nothing was wrong with that, but it wasn't my style.
I walked over to the mirror near the dresser and looked at my reflection. There could be one girl who could make me change my ways, if I wanted to. Hayley Stevens. Hayley was the definition of perfection. Smooth, creamy skin the color of brown sugar, black natural curls that I wanted to twist my fingers through all day and night, and her lips. Full, thick lips that I wanted to suck and kiss on for eternity. Did I mention that girl had a banging body? Yes, she definitely did. I couldn’t help but notice how her hips were shaped in her favorite jeans or her long legs walking past me when she wore her signature baby doll dresses. She oozed sexiness without even trying. She just naturally was.
I shook my head, trying to shake my thoughts of her. I opened the door and saw her and her friend, Paula Howard, walking towards the stairs. She looked at me with a confident smile and pushed her curls away from her face.
“Hey, Morgan,”
“Hey, Hayley. I didn’t think you would be here.”
“What, I can’t be at a Kappa party?”
“Well, you know how Lamar is.”
“Well, what Lamar doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” She asked, giving me a flirtatious smile.
I stared at her, thinking how sexy this girl was. I knew she was flirting with me, and being the man that I am, I could probably use it to my advantage, but I knew I couldn't. Not with her.
Paula looked at us and sighed.
“Let’s go, Hales. Bye, Morgan,” she said, pulling Hayley along as they went downstairs.
I exhaled and put a hand to my chest. Damn, I wanted her, but I knew if I pursued her, it would only cause trouble.
I could have any girl at Thompson University, and I almost did, but there was one girl I couldn’t have, and that was Hayley. The reason? Hayley is my best friend’s sister.
Hayley
I walked down the stairs, wondering when my heart would stop racing. With the way it was going, I thought it would jump out of my chest and leap onto the floor. I took slow, deep breaths to control my feelings. Paula looked at me then rolled her eyes at how I was carrying on.
“Hayley Bianca Stevens, can you get a grip?! In fact, why don’t you just go back upstairs and kiss him or jump his bones or something? The constant flirting between you two is getting on my nerves.”
“I would if I could, but you know I can’t.”
“Yeah, yeah. If Lamar found out about your attraction to his best friend, he would have you shipped off to Timbuktu and have Morgan swimming with the fishes. I've heard the story before, and honestly, it’s kind of disturbing.”
I accidentally bumped into someone on the way to the main hallway, causing the guy’s drink to shift in his hand.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized before going to the living room of the Kappa Si Kappa fraternity house. Coming to their weekly party had been exciting at first, but now it was completely lame. Maybe the thrill was gone because I'd seen how fine Morgan looked upstairs. What I wouldn’t do to go back upstairs, grab him and have my way with him.
Morgan Carter was the type of guy any woman would want to have a wet dream about, if that’s possible. The guy was sexy! Smooth, ivory skin with a bit of a tan, clear blue eyes that I could look into all day and night, and short, dirty blonde hair I could run my fingers through. And his body! Hmm, the things I would do to it! His lean, athletic body had been featured in plenty of fantasies since I started liking boys. But it wasn’t just his physical attributes that attracted me to him. To some, he was just a playboy, or a womanizer, but to me, he’s just Morgan. When he would be around me, he would be the complete opposite. He was caring and sweet and a bit goofy. But that’s what I liked about him. I just wished other people coul
d see that. Well, mainly Lamar.
Since our parents divorced when I was six and Lamar was eight, he felt he had to be my protector. He always tried to be a father to me, when frankly, he never needed to be. It wasn't like our father passed away or anything. To be honest, our father was around the house more after the divorce compared to when our parents were together. It was kind of strange, but I guess that’s a story for another time.
Growing up, Lamar took the role of big brother a little too far. He never really wanted me to have male friends, and he even tried to stop me from dating when I turned 16, but my parents quickly pulled in the reins. They probably didn’t want me to date either, but they trusted me enough to be my own person; something Lamar couldn’t do. I guess he still looked at me as his little sister, the girl who wore pigtails and carried her Cabbage Patch dolls wherever she went. Now, those days were long gone, and I was now a beautiful, young woman who was capable of making her own decisions. I just wished he would realize that.
I noticed Morgan walking over to us. He looked apologetic as he took Paula and my arms and pulled us to the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked angrily, trying to pull my arm from his grasp.
“You know I have to do this. If Lamar knew you were here and found out I knew about it, he would have both our asses.”
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