Saturday, April 26, 2014


Hi Divas & Gents,

As the story continue to come to life, I want to introduce you to a another character from P. Dotson new book coming soon.




   China sat on her living room floor hugging her knees to her chest. She stared at the contents on her end table. If she could only find the courage to be rid of that white powdery substance that clasped her soul and refused to let go. Her throat was dry, and her skin was drenched with sweat. She slowly rocked back and forth humming to herself.

   Each time she promised herself the last fix was her last, but she was fighting a losing battle. She couldn’t shake the monkey that clung to her back. Her body had become dependent on that poisonous substance that decorated her end table. She could barely go a day without it running through her veins or putting it up her nose. It had become a part of her everyday living. She knew she was a flat out fiend as she crawled to the end table. Her hands shook violently as she inhaled deeply, feeding her desire.

   Within seconds she felt like she was floating on cloud nine. This felt like an ‘out of body’ experience. She was no longer sitting home alone on her living room floor. She went back to a place where she wished she could stay forever. To a place where she was happy, a time when she felt nothing in her life could go wrong, when the love of her life Dre, was still alive.

   Dre was her everything, the air she breathed, the blood that circulated her veins, the beat to her heart; he was the love of her life. They first met while Dre was in college. They were complete opposites. Dre was a schoolboy majoring in business management, with good grades. He was well-mannered and clean cut with a promising future. China on the other hand was a wild child; she barely went to school, had the mouth of a sailor and at a young age started using drugs. Her parents had given up on her. Her mother was at her wits end and was two seconds from kicking her out on her ass. They thought she was destined for failure; that is until she met Dre.

   China, and her friend Nene were at Morgan State’s Homecoming. They had no business being there barely seventeen but neither one of them were fazed; they always managed to sneak their young asses into twenty-one and over clubs anyway. China was decked out in hip hugging Capris that outlined her well-developed curves and a cherry red halter top that showed off her flat midsection. China was definitely eye candy with her caramel colored skin, oval face and hazel slanted eyes. Her shoulder length hair was styled in a wrap, with neatly trimmed bangs.

   “You drinking tonight?” Nene asked popping her gum in China’s ear.

   “Yes,” China replied visibly annoyed with Nene’s childish antics. They walked through the crowd in search of alcohol.

   “Damn ma, you wearing the hell out of them jeans,” a hopeful said looking to get lucky as he eyed China’s ample bottom.

   “Thanks,” China said casually over her shoulder and kept it moving. He wasn’t her type. He was cute but she could tell he was trying to stunt, because the huge ear ring he rocked in his right ear was cubic zirconia, but he was trying to pass it off as a diamond. That was a turn off for her anyway. She thought a man with pierced ears was unattractive.

   After getting their drinks China and Nene found a vacant spot on the wall and posted up and did what teenagers do, talk about people. While cracking up after Nene peeped out a chick whose heels were leaning on Jesus, China got the sense someone was watching her. She momentarily took her eyes off sistah girl and scanned the crowded dance floor until her eyes finally connected with his. That’s when she saw him, the love of her life. He was out on the dance floor with some rhythm-inclined chick, but she could feel his eyes were focused solely on her. He was a deep chocolate brother, with a bald head, and there was nothing China liked more than a bald head.

   China cocked her head to the side and held her drink acknowledging him. She then boldly walked over to where he was and rudely interrupted his current dance session. Dre immediately dissed his rhythm inclined dance partner and started grinding with China to R. Kelly’s “Honey Love.” There was no way he was going to miss this train ride. What he did by dissing that girl was out of character for him but it was something about this girl that had him hypnotized.

   “So what’s your name?” Dre asked, his lips touching her ear sending a chill down her spine.

   “China, and yours?” she asked, looking over her shoulder and smiling up at him.

   Her smile instantly captivated his heart. “De’Andre, but everybody calls me Dre, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”

   China shook her head and laughed at his weak pick up line. They danced together the entire night. They talked and laughed as if they were old friends and have known each other for years. China felt absolutely free in Dre’s presence and he felt the same. China gazed at him wantonly, as she held onto his every word. While they were together it was as if no one else existed. It was just him and her. As she peered into his eyes she knew she’d found her soul mate.

   “Where are you from?” Dre asked as they stood outside enjoying the slight breeze that danced across his skin.

   “The boring town of Preston.”

   He looked at her. “Oh ok, you’re not that far from home. So you must go to school around here?”


   “Oh really? What you have friends over this way?”

   “You can say that?”

   Dre looked at her suspiciously. “How old are you?”

   “Seventeen,” China replied with hesitation. If it were anyone else she would have lied with no problem and said eighteen, but for some reason with Dre she couldn’t.

   Dre nearly choked on his drink. “Repeat that?” he said wiping off his shirt.

   “Seventeen,” China said without skipping a beat.

   “Damn, you trying to get a nigga locked up. For real!” he said shaking his head. He had no idea she was just seventeen.  He took in her curves and quickly downed the rest of his drink.

   “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number,” China said folding her arms across her chest.

   He smiled, he liked her sassiness. “I like you though. You’re cool I could see myself chilling with you. It’s a shame,” he said shaking his head while rubbing his chin. “Jail bait.”

   “And your point?” she said rolling her neck getting an attitude. She was feeling Dre. She would hate if he allowed her age get in the way of them getting to know each other a little better. “How old are you?”


   She cocked her head sideways and eyed him slowly from the top of his head down to his fresh butter timberland boots. “Kiss me,” she whispered. Since she laid eyes on him she wanted to taste his full juicy lips. Every time he licked them she felt her clit jump.


   “You heard me,” she said boldly taking a couple of steps towards him, purposely invading his personal space. They were standing directly in front of each other, their faces only inches apart. “Kiss me.”

   As much as he tried to fight his urge to do so, Dre simply couldn’t deny her request. He needed to taste her pouty and sensual lips. China grabbed his face and pressed her lips to his. Sparks begin to fly and Keith Sweats “Make it Last Forever” started playing in the back of Dre’s mind. Dre couldn’t resist, as he took control and seized the opportunity to entangle China in his secure and warm embrace. He gently stroked her back and ran his fingers through her hair.

   “Oh, wow,” China said pulling away attempting to catch her breath. She cleared her throat, still trying to take in the passionate kiss she just shared with Dre. No one has ever kissed her like that. You couldn’t tell her it wasn’t the Fourth of July. Her young pussy was throbbing and begging to be touched.

   “That bad?” Dre asked.

   “No the complete opposite.”

   He smiled making her insides melt. They stood awkwardly gazing at each other. He was just about to kiss her again, but they were rudely interrupted.

   Fed up with watching China and Dre, Nene rudely made her presence known. “Damn bitch, where the fuck you been? I’ve been looking for your black ass all night. We have to bounce Bee Bop is about to leave us,” she said clearly jealous. Nene, China’s ride or die friend since grade school was a beautiful young bombshell also. Light skin with soft brown eyes and a banging body to match. She was jealous of China, because whenever they were out China’s exotic features always seem to outshine hers and Nene couldn’t stand it.

   China rolled her eye,s mad because Nene interrupted what was about to be another intimate moment between her and Dre. She wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. “Well I guess this is good-bye,” she said sadly.

   “Not good bye. More like see you later. Let me get your number if you don’t mind?”


   “Okay,” he said saving the number in his cell phone. “I won’t call after nine.”

   “Ha! Ha! Real funny,” she laughed playfully punching him in the arm. “Give me a hug,” she demanded.

   Dre did as he was told. China savored the security of his arms. “I’m a call you a’ight,” he said kissing her on the forehead.

   “A’ight,” she said reluctantly releasing him, not ready to leave his embrace.

   “Come on let’s go hoe,” Nene said on the verge of throwing up.

   Meeting Dre was the best thing that could have happened to China. He made a huge impact on her life, making her change her wild ways. He didn’t tolerate drugs of any kind and stressed the importance of an education, instilling in her that having an education is the one thing in this world no one could ever take away from you. His encouraging words were a changing point. She started taking her education more seriously and she graduated with a 3.5 GPA. Her parents loved Dre despite the age difference; they knew Dre had China’s best interest at heart.

   With Dre in her life, things changed for the better. She and her parent’s bond grew stronger than ever and they were closer than they’d ever been in years. Dre was like a breath of fresh air. He was a boost to her self-esteem and she finally felt she had a purpose in life.

   Graduation night she and Dre made love for the first time. He patiently waited until she was of legal age before taking her body completely. He was surprised that she was still a virgin but he never told China. It was a mind blowing experience for both; it was everything China imagined it would be. Dre was gentle, compassionate and understanding.

   Their time together was like a fairytale. After China graduated from high school Dre graduated not too long after with a degree in business management. Not too long after graduating he landed a job in management at a local Hyatt, while China worked as a Medical Assistant for a local doctor’s office. Dre purchased a little town home for them in the small quaint town of St. Michaels., MD. China was in the process of going back to school to pursue her degree as a RN, but all her dreams and motivation died when Dre died including her passion of recording a music CD.

   China lay on her living room floor; her high had come down and she was bought back to her painful reality. She continued to lie in the middle of the floor and cry like a baby. She couldn’t stand to be in this empty house with so many memories. She wiped her nose as she sat up and snorted another line of coke. She needed a glimpse back into her past, even if it is just for a few minutes of happiness.

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Friday, April 25, 2014

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Product Review

Sephora & Ulta Haul FINAL

Enough of the Drama By P. Dotson Character # 2 Cassidy

Hi Divas & Gents,

I promised you the next Character from P. Dotson new book Enough of the Drama.

What did you think of Ciara?

I think Cassidy is needs help in this book, let's me know what you think?



   Cassidy checked the clock for the umpteenth time, as she impatiently paced her living room floor. It was just a little past two o’clock in the morning and her husband once again was MIA. She picked up her house phone and dialed his cell phone number only to receive his voicemail. She slammed the phone down in frustration.

   “Where the fuck is he on a Wednesday?” she thought out loud. She roughly ran her fingers through her hair before wildly swinging at the air in frustration.

   Most women would fear the worst, but not Cassidy. It wasn’t the first time Marcus has pulled some bullshit like this. For the past two years their marriage has been strained. They rarely talked or socialized with one another and their sex life was non-existent. He’s been coming and going as he pleases, staying out all hours of the night with little to no regard for her feelings. She understood that he was a lawyer and that some of his cases required some extra attention, but she knew the only case that was getting his attention at two o’clock in the morning was a case of pussy.

   Cassidy refrained from shedding any tears as she walked over to her couch and plopped down hard. Her feet were starting to hurt from pacing the floor for so long. She picked up the picture that sat on her end table of her and Marcus on their wedding day. At that moment she couldn’t stop the dam of tears that flowed as she thought back to happier times.

   They were high school sweet hearts, married for the past ten years.  Cassidy put her own education on hold in order to put Marcus through law school, a decision her parents will never let her forget. But she couldn’t help it, she was young and in love. She was willing to do anything to please her man. Cassidy went hard for Marcus, balancing between three jobs, being a doting wife and attentive mother. At times money was tight and things got rough but never the less they were happy.

   Over the years Cassidy noticed a drastic change in her husband. It seemed the more money he made the more problems they had. After Marcus graduated from law school he immediately began working for a prestigious law firm and Cassidy was able to quit all three of her jobs. Their new income allowed them to move out of their tiny two bedroom apartment and into a luxurious two-story brick colonial. 

   As she took a trip down memory lane she lit a cigarette; a habit she picked up over the years because of the never ending drama with her husband. She smiled thinking back of when Marcus used to be so loving and attentive. He would send her flowers just because or he would leave cute little poems on her pillow before she went to work. Sometimes on her days off he would even cook her breakfast in bed. She wiped her tears and shook her head as a heartbroken sigh escaped her lips, she wished they could go back to the way things used to be.

   Quarter of three Marcus finally decided to make his grand entrance. Cassidy stood up with her hands on her hips ready to pounce. She met him at the door. Marcus opened the door pissed because his prayers that his wife would be asleep when he got home went unanswered.

   “Where the hell have you been Marcus?” Cassidy demanded.

   Marcus sighed not bothering to hide his irritation. “I was out Cassidy, damn. After work I went out to have a drink. Is that alright with you?”

   “Yes that’s fine, but I’m sure your phone works,” she snapped turned off by his attitude. “I was worried I thought something might have happened to you.”

   “Oh you keeping tabs on me now?” he asked walking around her and throwing his leather jacket on the sofa. He looked around the living room and shook his head. He hated it with a passion. Everything in it was checkered in black and white, right up to the damn ceiling fan.

   “No, it’s called having consideration for other people’s feelings,” Cassidy said right on his heels.

   “Look Cassidy I’m a grown ass man, a’ight. So I can come and go as I please. Besides if something were to happen to me I’m sure you would be the first to know.”

   Cassidy jerked her neck back in disbelief. She should’ve been used to the blatant disrespect by now, but she was hoping she could make him see that he was being unfair, and the way he was treating her was wrong.

   “Marcus, you’re being so selfish right now. I am your wife you could show me some respect.” Cassidy pleaded feeling defeated already.

   “Look, I don’t feel like arguing with you Cas. I had a long day at the office and I just want to go to bed.”

   “So now you want to get some sleep!” she spat getting in his face. “I am your wife Marcus; I don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

   “Whatever!” he said shaking his head and dismissing her with his hand. “I’m going to bed,” he said moving around her and heading upstairs. He was done. He wasn’t in the mood for Cassidy’s petty bullshit, not after the night he had with Ciara.

   “That’s all I get?”

   “What the fuck do you want from me? Damn!” he yelled. He was reaching his boiling point and he was two seconds from hauling off and smacking the shit out of her. Cassidy jumped back from his sudden outburst. He shook his head and continued upstairs.

   “How about some fucking respect and consideration from time to time,” she yelled following him up the stairs. “When do I get a dinner date, Marcus? Huh? Do I have to make an appointment to spend time with my husband? Do I?”

   “You better calm down before you wake up Junior,” Marcus said looking over his shoulder as they reached the top of the stairs. “Now I’m telling you for the last time I’m going to bed. I’m not in the mood for this shit.”

   I don’t know why I even married this bitch, he thought to himself.

   “So you’re not going to apologize?” she asked shrugging her shoulders before folding her arms across her chest.

   “No,” he said, feeling he did nothing wrong. “For what?”

   “I should have left your ass a long time ago?” Cassidy said shaking her head.

   He smirked, “I’m not begging you to stay.” A silent pause filled the air, as Marcus laughed at the pitiful look that claimed Cassidy’s face as he turned and walked towards their bedroom leaving her standing their stuck on stupid.

   Cassidy stood there in shock. “Did he really just say that to me?” she asked herself. She placed her fist in her mouth and muffled a scream. The pain that surrounded her heart was unbearable. She felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and stomped on. She dropped to her knees and allowed her tears of pain to break free. They made a steady stream, flowing from her eyes like a leaky faucet, spilling down her cheeks and onto her night gown.

   She couldn’t bring herself to face Marcus not after what he just said. She’d never felt so alone in her life, but this wasn’t the first time Marcus has made her feel less than nothing and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She’d given this man her all and it was obvious he didn’t appreciate it.

    What could she do? Where would she go? Despite his blatant disrespect and verbal abuse she couldn’t find the strength to leave him. He was the only man she’d ever known. So like all the other times, she chose to ignore the obvious signs, like the smell of perfume that lingered on his clothing, or the fact that he no longer looked at her the way he used too. He didn’t hold or touch her anymore. She chose to ignore all the signs pointing out the obvious fact; her marriage was over. It was clear her husband has moved on and so should she, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the man who had captured her heart.

   She sighed and slowly stood to her feet. She decided to sleep in the guest room, and apologize in the morning like she always did.

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Stay Beautiful,


Monday, April 21, 2014

Enough of the Drama by Author P. Dotson

Hi Divas & Gents,

I wanted to start a book review series. I love reading books and since being in school. I read books on an average 5 books a month, so basically once a week. I love reading besides Makeup, Shopping, Girls Night out, Movies anything girly.

I have done posts about other books in the past. So please check those out.

Every Other day I will introduce a new character from P. Dotson new book Enough of the Drama.

Today Let's meet "Ciara"



   Ciara bent over and placed her head between her legs until she found her prize. Skillfully she placed all of the beautiful man that stood behind her in her mouth sucking on his joystick like a vacuum cleaner. The sight of Ciara bent over like that turned Marcus out, adding to the pleasurable sensation that he was already feeling. He threw his head back in ecstasy barely able to keep his balance.

   “That’s right baby, just like that,” Marcus moaned while penetrating her forbidden hole with his thumb.

   Unable to stand it any longer he picked Ciara up and threw her on the king sized bed. He grabbed her from behind and placed himself inside her warm and wet opening. Ciara threw her head back and gripped the sheets.

   “Mmmmm,” she moaned as Marcus went well deep into her pussy stroking each and every one of her walls. She did her best to match his strokes throwing her ass back at him with every powerful thrust he sent her way. “Marcus, baby,” she moaned as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

   “You like that?” Marcus asked through gritted teeth.

   “Yes papi,” she moaned savoring the euphoric moment. She squeezed her pussy walls tightly around his dick, not ready to release him just yet.

   “Dayum,” Marcus grunted as he bent over and planted soft kisses on her back.

   The warmth of her pussy was intoxicating. She was his sexual high. She was his drug and he was now a full blown addict, he couldn’t quit if he tried. Marcus could feel the veins in his dick beginning to grow. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He grabbed her hips tightly increasing his speed. The sounds of their sexual endeavor bounced heavily off the walls, making a beautiful sound in their ears.

   “Yes papi,” Ciara squealed.

   “Shit,” Marcus moaned as he bent over and released himself deep inside of her womb. He held onto her hips and slowly pumped himself in and out of her juicy opening until his dick had been fully satisfied. “Damn baby,” he said as he collapsed on the bed beside her.

   Ciara snuggled up beside her man and draped her arm over his sweaty chest. “You know you got some good dick right?”
   Marcus gave her a sideways glance and smacked his lips. “Please, tell me something I don’t know.”
   Ciara laughed at his cockiness and playfully mushed him in the head. “Get over yourself.”

   “What time is it?”

   A frown claimed Ciara’s face. “It’s a little after one. Why?”

   Marcus sat up and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “I think its time for me to go.”

   Ciara immediately begin to pout. “But why, you stayed last time,” she whined. “I don’t even get to see you that often.”

   Marcus sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit; he knew he was going to hear a ear full from Cassidy when he got home. After a long and stressful day at work he just wanted some good pussy and a good night’s sleep. Marcus stood up and stretched.

   “Are you leaving right now?”

   “I’m going to go take a shower first.”

   “Why? You scared she might smell ya dick?”

   Marcus laughed. “You funny, I see you got jokes.” He bent down and kissed her on the forehead before heading to the shower.

   As soon as she heard the shower running Ciara sat up and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that she stashed in her nightstand drawer. She shook one out of the pack and lit it. She pulled hard, deeply inhaling the dangerous contents of her cancer stick before allowing the smoke to exit through her nostrils. She was trying to quit but it was a losing battle. Dealing with Marcus was stressful and other than sex, smoking was her only other outlet to relieve the stress of her fucked up situation.

   She and Marcus have been involved for the past two years. In her heart she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help that she up and fell in love with her sister’s husband. It started out as a business arrangement, she was selling pussy and he was buying. It was all good in the beginning because Marcus was extra generous with his money and the good dick was a bonus. But as time passed they begin spending more time together and slowly but surely feelings begin to get involved. It became more than a sexual fling in Ciara’s eyes. He would often take her out of town with him while on business trips and would even introduce her to some of is colleagues as his wife.

   Tears stained her eyes as the guilt of her reality tugged at her heart. She knew it was wrong but she couldn’t bring herself to end it. She was being selfish. She wanted what Cassidy had. She wanted to live in the big fancy house, and drive nice cars. She was tired of going to sleep at night alone. She didn’t want to sneak around anymore; she felt it was time to let the cat out of the bag.

   “A penny for your thoughts,” Marcus said.

   Ciara looked up at him and smiled. She admired his body as he stood in the middle of the floor with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body still slightly wet glistened in the dimly lit room causing a slight moisture to form between her legs. Who couldn’t fall in love with this god?  He stood about six two, smooth honey skin and dreamy light brown eyes.  His body was well toned and fit just like an athlete.

   Ciara put out her cigarette. She couldn’t let him leave without giving him something to remember. “Can I taste it one more time?” she pleaded getting down on all fours, crawling off the bed and making her way over to him.

   Marcus shook his head and smiled as he watched her take off his towel with her teeth. “Girl you wild,” he said biting his bottom lip as she placed his semi hard dick in her mouth, locking her jaws around her prey. Marcus threw his head back, his knees nearly buckling from the excitement surrounding his dick.

   Ciara kept her eyes on the prize as she bobbed her head up and down never once letting his dick slip from her mouth. She tickled the tip of his dick with her tongue and teased his balls with her hand. Marcus grabbed the wall beside him in order to keep his balance. He looked down at her enjoying the sight of his dick disappearing inside of her mouth.

   “Get rough with that shit,” he coached grabbing the back of her head thrusting his hips forward. Ciara obliged biting down on the base of his dick. “Shit,” he moaned momentarily placing both his hands on her shoulders. He regained his composure and placed his hand on the back of her head and continued to fuck her mouth until he came long and hard.

   Ciara happily accepted all of his babies into her mouth.  Marcus leaned against the wall until she was finished. He loved that she was a freak and didn’t mind going above and beyond for her man. She gave him the green light to do anything he wanted to try and she didn’t mind letting him put it in that third hole.

   Marcus wiped himself off and quickly got dressed. He stayed longer than he intended, but that’s how it always went when he was with Ciara. “Damn girl you make a nigga wanna drop to his knees,” he said shaking his head.

   Ciara laughed and sat down on the bed. She picked up her pack of cigarettes and lit another one, despite the fact Marcus couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes smoke. He looked at her and shook his head.  She continued to watch him dress. Damn, that’s a sexy ass man, she thought. She didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to fake the funk and pretend that seeing him go didn’t hurt, when in actuality it hurt like hell. Over the years her pussy has become accustomed to the dick and she felt that she has paid her dues. She has stood back and played the side chick long enough.

   It was time for her to play the role of wifey, but Marcus kept telling her when the timing was right. She was getting sick and tired of hearing the bullshit, wondering when the timing would be right. Every time he left to be with Cassidy it felt like he was taking a piece of her with him. She never knew she could love someone so much. It hurt that she couldn’t wake up to him every morning. She was ready to start a family, she was tired of waiting.

   She played with the seven karat ring he’d given her on Valentine’s Day. He had it engraved You and me Forever, that was the night he told her he loved her. Just the thought of the memory nearly brought tears to her eyes.

   Ciara was so consumed with her own thoughts she didn’t notice that Marcus was now fully dressed and staring at her. He was completely infatuated with her. She was tall with the body of a model, rich, long beautiful hair that flowed freely down her back, smooth caramel skin, soft brown eyes and kissable dimples in each check.

   “What are you smiling about?”

   Ciara felt herself blush. “You she admitted.”

   He laughed. “Come on and walk me out.”

   “Okay,” Ciara pouted, reluctantly getting up off the bed. She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her nude body.

   “Don’t do that.  You know I can’t stand it when you’re mad at me,” he said lifting her chin.

   “I’m not mad. I just don’t like it when you leave me.”

   “Just bare with me a little while longer. Just until I make partner with the firm. Then I’m all yours,” he said spreading his arms. “You stopped working at the club right?”

   “Yelp,” she lied.

   Marcus chuckled. “I can’t believe you lied to me, and with a straight face. I know everything you do Ciara.” Ciara looked away with guilt written all over her face. “I can’t make you my wife if you still shakin’ ya ass for dollas.”

   Ciara kept a straight face even though she wanted to laugh because he sounded weird trying to use slain. “Real talk Marcus the reason why I haven’t quit the club is because I don’t want to lose that source of income. How do I know you’re not going to leave me high and dry huh? It’s been two years and I’m still waiting.”

   “Just trust me baby. I thought you said you trust me,” he said cupping her face in his hands. He tenderly stroked the side her face with his thumb while staring her dead in the eyes. “Do you trust me?”

   After a long pause Ciara nodded her head yes. “I do,” she said momentarily looking down at the floor before looking back up at him.

   “Good,” he smiled kissing her gently on the lips. “You know I love you right?”

   “I love you too Marcus.”

   He released her and smiled. “That’s what Daddy likes. And don’t let me hear about you down at the club again. Come on,” he said exiting her bedroom.

   “Okay,” she muttered walking arm and arm with him to the front door.

   “I’ll let you know when I get home. Are you going to stay up and wait for me?” Ciara nodded her head yes. “I love you.”

   “I love you too bay.”

   Like a sad puppy dog Ciara stood back and watched Marcus climb into his Range Rover. Her heart ached to be with him.  As soon as his lights disappeared out of the driveway she sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. She rocked back and forth and cried like she did so many other nights when Marcus would leave her to be with Cassidy. She wondered why love had to be like this. After she was finally finished with her pity party she made her way upstairs and laid down, waiting by the phone for a call that more than likely would never come.

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Let me know what you think and what you read that you can recommend.

Stay Beautiful