A Woman’s Revenge
Sherri L. Lewis, Rhonda McKnight, and E.N. Joy
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Table of Contents
Title Page
The Sweet Taste of Revenge
Chapter One - Sabrina Rogers, will you marry me?
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
A Piece of Revenge
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Best Served Cold
Prologue - Social Networking: The Start of the End of a Relationship
Chapter One - Love at Second Sight
Chapter Two - Eggs Anyone?
Chapter Three - Did He Really?
Chapter Four - Friend Request
Chapter Five - Just Face It—It’s Over!
Chapter Six - On and Poppin’
Chapter Seven - You Did It to Yourself
Chapter Eight - Threesome—Every Man’s Fantasy
Chapter Nine - What’s It Gonna Be?
About the Authors
Copyright Page
The Sweet Taste of Revenge
Sherri L. Lewis
Chapter One
Sabrina Rogers, will you marry me?
I stared down at the huge rock on my finger, reliving those words being whispered into my ear. My ring sparkled in the moonlight shining through the sunroof overhead. Maybe if I kept looking at it, I would actually believe he proposed. We had only been seeing each other for five months. I had been working for Blake Harrison for almost a year, but the romance hadn’t been going on long enough for me to expect this.
“We should be able to get those briefs over to you first thing Monday morning. One sec, let me check with my assistant. Yeah, I know. Late Friday night at the office.” Blake put his Bluetooth on hold and turned to me. “The briefs for the Connor case. They’re ready?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
He smiled and winked at me. “That’s my girl. I can always count on you.” He clicked his Bluetooth back on. “Yeah, Monday morning first thing. Oh, and the Foster deposition . . .”
I smiled. Yeah, he could always count on me. I was the best executive assistant at West and Brunson Law Firm and now I was going to become the best wife. As soon as I helped him make partner, we would get married and I wouldn’t have to work another day in my life.
“Almost home, sweetie.” He glanced over at me. “Only about thirty more minutes.”
“I’m okay, honey.”
He switched hands on the steering wheel and reached over to caress my ring finger. “Yeah, I bet you are.”
I lay back on the headrest. Daydreams of living in his penthouse condo on Sixteenth Street kept my mind off the long drive from Reston, Virginia back to Silver Spring, Maryland. It was the first time in a long time that I didn’t pout the whole way home. It would only be a matter of months until Blake and I didn’t have to drive to the next state just to go out to dinner. At least he was taking me out instead of me having to sneak up the back elevator to his place. All the secrecy still bothered me, but I had decided that it was a small price to pay for the wonderful life I was about to start living.
When we got back to my apartment complex, Blake pulled up next to my car. I knew our good-bye would be quick as always since we couldn’t chance being seen in my parking lot together.
He walked around to my side of the car and opened it for me. I took his extended hand and, with one sweep, he pulled me into his arms. He planted a soft kiss on my lips. “So do I get to come upstairs tonight?”
I pulled back a little, but not out of his arms. “You know the rule. No nookie until I get the ring.”
He held up my left hand. “What do you call this thing on your finger?”
I laughed and pushed him away. “I mean the wedding ring, silly. This is the engagement ring.”
He clenched his jaw. “Stop playing games, Sabrina.”
I saw a bit of anger flash across his face. I had seen the same look in his eyes when he got really mad at work. For a second, I felt nervous.
“I’m not playing games, Blakey.” I put the sweetest, most innocent look on my face and stroked a finger across his cheek. “You know I’m a church girl and you ain’t getting none before we say ‘I do.’”
His jaw loosened only a little.
“Remember, that’s what you love about me. I’m the good Christian girl who reminds you of your mama.”
The smile came back across his face. “Yes, that is what I love about you.” He kissed me on the nose. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as pure and innocent as you, Sabrina Rogers.” He gave me that intense admiring look of his that made me know for sure that what everybody said about us was wrong. Blake really did love me.
He handed me a blue ring box. “This is for you to keep the ring in. You wouldn’t want to lose it, much as I paid for it.”
I took the box and gave him a confused look.
He let out a heavy sigh. “Come on, Sabrina. You know you can’t wear it to work. How would you explain it? No one can know we’re engaged yet.”
“But—”
“But what? If Brunson’s assistant asks you who you’re engaged to, what are you going to tell her? The last thing we need is that nosy broad all up in our business.”
He was right. Paris could get some juicy information first thing in the morning, and by the end of the day, every person in every department of our huge office would know about it.
“I can’t have anything affecting this decision. There’s no one as qualified as me or who works as hard as me in that whole office. Who else could they even be considering for partner?” Blake tilted my chin upward to put one last kiss on my lips. “It’ll only be a few more months, honey. And then the whole world will know. Can you be a little more patient with me?”
I gave him a reassuring smile and nodded.
“That’s my girl.”
I watched him drive away in his Mercedes S-Class and looked over at my own car. Pretty soon, I wouldn’t be driving a Toyota Corolla anymore. I tried to imagine what kind of car he would buy me. A man like Blake Harrison wouldn’t have his wife driving around town in just any old thing.
I glanced at my car again and noticed an envelope on the windshield. My name was typed in large, bold print across the front of it. I pulled it out from under the wiper blade, looking over my shoulder, wondering who could have put it there. I tucked it under my arm and practically floated up the steps into my apartment. What kind of wedding dress will I wear? Where will we get married? We might as well run off and get married because I have no family and Blake isn’t really connected to his. We could have the ceremony and our honeymoon on an exotic island somewhere. That would be exciting. I had barely been out of Maryland before, let alone to another country.
I looked around my apartment. It had served me well, but I was looking forward to getting out of here f
or good. I’d get rid of all my furniture the day before I said “I do.” None of my Walmart, Target, and, on a good day, IKEA specials were good enough for Sixteenth Street.
I laid the envelope on my breakfast room table and danced around the kitchen for a few minutes. I was going to be Mrs. Blake Harrison. I’d have a maid to clean my house and wash my clothes. I’d have a cook to prepare our gourmet meals. I wouldn’t have to buy no-name brands from the grocery store ever again.
I sashayed back to my bedroom and threw open my closet, wrinkling my nose at my T.J.Maxx, Ross, and Marshall’s wardrobe. Soon, I’d wear only the finest designer clothes and shoes—and not from an off-the-rack store either. Maybe I’d even have my clothes specially made for me by my own personal tailor.
I flopped back onto my bed and held my left hand up in the air, admiring my ring. What would we name our children? Blake Jr., of course, would be our son. And hopefully he’d let me name our daughter after my grandmother. Although Bessie wasn’t very rich sounding. Maybe her middle name could be Bessette or something like that.
I lay there for a few minutes, daydreaming about my glorious future. As my eyes fluttered shut, the sight of the mysterious envelope sitting on my table drifted into my mind. I had forgotten all about it. I couldn’t imagine who had left it. Curiosity got the best of me, so I hopped up off the bed and did a little princess dance down the hall to get it. I skipped back down the hall to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed to open it. I sat there with it pressed to my chest for a few minutes, trying to imagine what was inside.
Maybe it was a surprise from Blake. Like a trip to the spa or a gift certificate to Macy’s or something. Yeah, that was it. He must have had a courier bring it over while we were out to dinner.
I carefully opened the envelope, wanting to preserve it and whatever was inside for my keepsake box. A letter typed in that same bold font on expensive stationary fell out.
It opened with four words that made my heart stop:
HE’S CHEATING ON US!
Chapter Two
Last night, I should have had the sweetest sleep of my life, filled with dreams of the prosperous new life I was going to live. Instead, I was awake the whole night with the contents of that letter flashing through my mind.
The opening sentence alone was bad enough. Not only did it say that the love of my life was cheating on me. The fact that she said “us” hinted that there was more than one “other woman.”
My first thought was to ignore the whole thing. Blake was an amazing man any woman would want. I was sure that some jealous hoochie who had her sights on him was plotting how to get rid of me so she could have him for herself.
But as I read the rest of the letter I realized that this woman—whoever she was—knew intimate details about Blake that only someone close to him would have known.
She mentioned a lot of general stuff like his clothing and shoes sizes, his suit preferences, and his precious watch collection. Anybody doing a little research could figure that stuff out. Then she mentioned all his favorite foods and exactly how he liked them prepared. Blake was so particular about everything down to the brand of food he had to have. But still, somebody could have gotten that information from his cook.
I thought I got worried the most when she mentioned the things that made him mad and the things that made him happy. She wrote about how he did that funny, jagged breathing thing when he was tired and about to fall asleep. And how he liked weird sports like lacrosse and rugby. According to her, he liked it when she rubbed his head and massaged his neck, just like he did when I did it. But then again, that could be any man.
She mentioned several other embarrassing things that I didn’t even want to think about: the sounds he made during sex, what he liked to do after sex, and how he liked to have sex. I skipped the lines that had specific information about his private parts. Since I had never seen Blake naked or had sex with him, I would have to take her word for it.
Everything she said put just enough doubt in my mind that I had to know the truth. I had no other choice but to follow the directions in the letter and meet her.
I put on my nicest suit, plenty of concealer to cover the bags under my eyes, and my Jimmy Choo pumps I had bought myself as a gift from Blake. I needed to look the part of the fiancée of one of the city’s high-powered lawyers, not the part of a young girl who had started out as an administrative assistant in his law firm two and a half years ago.
I sat at the table in the restaurant, trying to keep from shaking my leg and biting my nails, for fifteen minutes before a woman walked up to the table. My heart raced as she sat down across from me.
My mouth fell open. We could pass for sisters. Same smooth brown skin, almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, narrow nose, and thick, full lips. She wore her thick, long hair in wavy curls while I kept mine pulled back in a bun at the nape of my neck. She was a little thicker than my size four but in a sexy, curvy way. Made me feel skinny.
The corners of her mouth turned upward. “Yeah. It’s almost like looking in a mirror, isn’t it? Close your mouth, sweetie. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
My attempts at looking classy were no match for this lady. She had on an expensive-looking, tailor-fitted, business-blue pantsuit accented with real silver jewelry. She carried a large leather Coach briefcase that matched her Italian leather shoes. The restaurant she had picked for us to meet in was one where I would never order anything more than water. Maybe an appetizer if Blake had slipped me a little extra change. Her level of class, sophistication, and elegance made me feel like a little girl fighting way out of my league.
She glanced down at my folded hands on the table. “Nice ring.”
I looked down at the rock on my finger and forgot I wasn’t supposed to smile. “Yeah, he proposed last night.” I held it up to let her know that, in spite of her class and beauty, I was the one Blake Harrison had chosen. Whatever claims she was here to make meant nothing next to this ring.
When I looked across the table, she was holding up her left hand. Her third finger sported a ring identical to mine. My mouth dropped open again. For some reason, that made her laugh. She sounded more bitter than amused.
She laid a large manila envelope on the table in front of me. I started to reach for it, but stopped. I was sure I didn’t want to see what was inside. “Who are you, and how did you get this information about my Blake?”
“Your Blake?” She scoffed. “Aren’t you sweet. How old are you anyway? You don’t look like you could be a day over twenty-one.”
I sat up in my chair. “I’m twenty-five.”
“The youngest one yet,” she said with a smirk on her lips that made me feel five years old. She slid her sunglasses off her face and I could tell that she had tried to hide the puffiness in her eyes with makeup too. In spite of her elegance and maturity, it seemed like she was as hurt by all this as I was.
“We range in age from twenty-five to forty-one. Range in size from two to twelve. We all have the same face, though.” She peeked around at my bun. “Same long, thick hair. One thing I can say for Blake Harrison. He’s consistent.”
My mouth went dry and my palms started to sweat. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t say that same thing about Blake. His middle name was consistent.
“You know, when I first found out about the others, I figured he was just getting his last flings in before the wedding. I figured I’d let him play and get it out of his system. But then when I found out he had bought another engagement ring . . . I realized there was a real problem.”
I stared at her for a second. Let him get it out of his system? She sounded crazy. I couldn’t imagine Blake being in a relationship with someone like that. Maybe she was some lunatic stalker trying to get him away from me. “Why should I believe you? How do I know that you’re not . . . just a—”
“You don’t have to believe me.” She pushed the envelope on the table closer to me. “I came with proof. Open it up. Take a look at the rest of us.”
I stared into that face that looked just like mine and then down at the ring on her finger, feeling all my hopes and dreams dissolving into a puddle on the ground. Sixteenth Street suddenly felt very far away. I fingered the envelope, but still wasn’t ready to open it. “How . . . how many are there?”
She rolled her eyes and picked up the envelope. “Here, let me show you.”
I thought I would choke on the water the waitress had just brought to the table when she pulled out a thick stack of photos. My eyes must have been huge because she looked at me and I could see pity on her face. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
I shook my head and looked down at the table. She reached across and put a hand on top of mine. “Is this your first time being in love, honey?”
I nodded and tried to squeeze back the tears starting to fall down my face. I hadn’t planned on coming here and crying like a baby in front of my fiancé’s mistress. Or, should I say, my fiancé’s other fiancée.
“I’m Christine, by the way.” She passed me a napkin and waited for a second until I pulled myself together. “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to see the pictures, I mean. You can just take my word for it and walk away from him.”
Yeah, that’s exactly what she wanted me to do. Walk away from Blake so she could have him. I shook my head and wiped the last of the tears away from my eyes. No way was I going to disappear that easy. She was going to have to prove that she was more than some tramp trying to steal my man. “No. I want to see.”
“Okay then.” Christine got up and sat in the chair next to mine.
The first picture she pulled out was of her and Blake hugged up together on what looked like the deck of one of those dinner cruise ships. She was all smiles holding her ring up next to her face. “This was the night of our engagement at the harbor. Three months ago.”
Her eyes went soft for a second as she stared at the two of them, looking as happy in that picture as Blake and I must have looked last night. Her face got hard again real quick as she called Blake a name I would never let cross my lips.
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