Believe in Me (Strickland Sisters, #2)

by Alexandria House

5/21/20

“It meant a lot to my sister to be able to have her baby here. And I’m just happy it happened the way she wanted.” I frowned slightly. “Sister?” He looked at me, and a flicker of recognition lit in his eyes. “Yeah, Mel is my baby sister. You didn’t think—” “Actually, I did.”

“No, what you want is to stay married to me for some unknown reason while doing whatever with whoever, and that’s not happening. Not anymore.” “That’s not what I want!” “I think little Robert Jr. proves that’s a lie.” “That was a mistake. A one-time thing. We can move past it if you’ll try.” “Move past you having a baby by another woman? I don’t think so. Look, I need

was thirty-six,

Donald Goines and Iceberg Slim. In college, I discovered Omar Tyree and Eric Jerome Dickey, eventually shifting to romances penned by the

likes of Brenda Jackson and Francis Ray.

“What I want to do is crawl under this table, take your

pants off, and lick your clit until you scream my name and spill your juices all over my mouth.” My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I clamped my thighs together.

Well shit😳☺️

“And then I want to pick you up, sit you on this table, and fuck you until you pass out. You won’t be naked, though. You can keep the shirt on and I’ll just slide your panties, which will undoubtedly be soaking wet by then, to the side.”

found myself hoping his bibliography would be somewhere on the final pages of the book.

Instead, wedged between a page of acknowledgements and a picture

the handsome author, was a check made out to the Genesis Scholarship Fund in the amount of ten thousand dollars. And on the m...

“Hello?” Her voice sounded husky, as if I’d interrupted her sleep. “Did I wake you, Doc?” “No…I’ve been up for a while.” “Working?” “No, thinking.” “About us?” “Actually, yes.”

I leaned forward. “Did you come to a conclusion?” “Yes.” Silence. Shit, this was not going to be good. “And?” “I can’t see you anymore. No lunches, no dinners, no more you popping up at Genesis. I’ve got to get myself and my life together before I can even think about dating anyone.” I held the phone, suddenly hit with a feeling of exhaustion.

I’d only known this woman for maybe a week, was attracted to her, wanted her badly, but I had to wonder if there was more to her apprehension than just trying not to break her vows.

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“Yes, but due to the stress he’s endured from you abandoning the marriage, Mr. Mattison has had to take a leave of absence. So he’s unable to make the commissions that usually round out his income.” “Huh?” I said. Was this man insane? “I left because you cheated on me repeatedly and made a damn baby with another woman!”

Kick him to the curb to remain true to Lord Voldemort’s ass! You

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He was fine with everything I proposed, even dropped the request for spousal support. But now he wanted me to sell my portion of Genesis Birthing Center and give him that money, too.

A-Hole😠🤬

closed my eyes as cold, hard rage filled me. I had worked my ass off, me and Cass both, to build that place into what it was—a thriving, successful, black-owned medical facility. The only

“Have you changed your mind about being true to a nigga you’re divorcing?” I sighed as he moved his hand from the wall beside my head to my cheek. “I don’t know. I just—I miss you. A lot. And-and my husband is pulling all these stunts, making these outlandish demands. He’s trying to take Genesis from me, or at least my half of it, and I’m stressed and it feels like I’ll never be free of him, but I can’t really move on until—”

“Because, I’m tired of you calling his bitch-ass your husband. Call him Robert or Mattison or anything but your husband. Fuck him! If you want me, if you want us, then let’s do this, but seriously, fuck him, Doc. He doesn’t deserve your fidelity.”

“I wish it was that easy, Zo. But it’s not for me.” His lips finally met mine in a soft kiss before he backed completely away from me. “It’s as easy as you make it, Doc.” “Zo—” “Call me when you’re ready for me.” “What about your date?” He was back in my face again. “You think she’d be here if your ass would stop

pushing me away? I don’t want her, Doc. I want you.”

Ooookay now!!!

damn near forty instead of some eager-ass teenager, but it was hard.

Finally, she said, “I just wanted to let you know my hus—Robert and I signed the divorce papers.” I kept my eyes on hers. “What does that mean exactly?”

“Well, the papers still have to be approved and signed by a judge, but Robert’s lawyer says they’ve found one who’s willing to sign off on our divorce as soon as tomorrow morning. My lawyer says they must have connections, because things never move that fast, so, I’m essentially a free woman.” She was smiling triumphantly by the time she finished her statement. I nodded. “Good for you. Congratulations.”

She sat there and stared at me. “That’s it?” With lifted eyebrows, I asked, “Is what it?” “That’s all you have to say? You’re not happy?” “Of course I am. I’m very happy for you, Doc.” She kept her eyes on me, and then her face fell. “You…you’re not interested in me anymore?” “I’m interested, Doc. As a matter of fact, I’m sitting

here with a hard dick just from the sight of you.” Her eyelids dropped a bit. “Then why are you acting like you really don’t care?” “Being cautious. Is this just a friendly visit?” “No…I want to be more than friends. I want you.” “You sure I’m what you want? You’re positive?” “Yes! I came straight here from my lawyer’s office, because I…I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Then act like it!” I smiled, left my chair, and stepped around the desk. “Come here.” She stood, keys still in hand, and moved in front of me. I lowered my head and kissed her. “Is this what you want me to do?” She nodded, her chest beginning to heave. “What else?” She closed her eyes. “Touch me.”

I woke up the morning after the benefit dinner with one thought in my mind. I’m tired of this shit. I didn’t like the feeling of not being in control of the direction my life was going in. I wanted Doc, and

wanted her bad, and hell, she obviously wanted me, too, but we couldn’t have each other because of the actions of some asshole named Robert Mattison.

I knew it!!! Yay!!

knew I had to do something. I had to fix this for her and for me.

A’ight!!

I sat in the dark for hours, waiting, biding my time, exercising a level of patience that was rare for me in situations like this. When I finally heard the garage door open and a car pull into it, I scooted to the edge of the chair in anticipation. Clasped my hands together because I was almost too excited, too ready.

The kitchen door opened, and I heard him mumble, “I thought I left this light on.” Before he could flip the switch, Rell stepped out of a corner and knocked him out with one blow to his head. *****

Lol!

“You don’t know me. You don’t need to know me. All you need to do is listen.” “Hey, look. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t have a lot of money. You can have what I have, though. And you can take the TVs or whatever else you want.” “I don’t want your shit.”

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want you to stop fucking with Renee.” His eyes widened. “What? She sent you here? That bitch must’ve lost her mind!” My eyes shot to Rell, who was already on him, waiting for me to give him the go-ahead to slap the shit out of him. So I did.

In response, Renee’s midget-ass husband yelped. “You wanna call her a bitch again?” I asked. “N-no.” “Apologize for that shit.” “I’m-I’m sorry.” “No, say, ‘I’m sorry for calling Renee a bitch, because I’m the bitch.’” He frowned. “What?” I sighed and looked at Rell. “I guess his ass can’t hear now. Wanna help him out?”

“I’m sorry for calling Renee a bitch, because I’m the bitch,” I said slowly. He repeated the phrase word for word. “Very good. Glad to see you can follow directions, because I have a few more for you, so listen carefully.”

“Yeah. I love Renee’s pussy. I told her that.” I raised an eyebrow at Rell, who punched him in the gut this time.

Lol!!

Sign the damn divorce papers. Give her whatever she wants. I don’t give a fuck if she wants custody of your damn nuts. You better cut them bitches off and hand them to her with a smile on your face. Got it?”

Omg! I love this guy!!

“And understand this, you tell no one about me being here today. If you call the police, I’ll know it. If you talk about this shit in your sleep, I’ll know it. If you even think about what happened here tonight, I will know it. And your ass will not like the consequences of me knowing it. I will wake you up

out of your sleep dead in the middle of the night and fuck you up! I don’t give a damn if you move to Iceland, I will find you.” “Okay, okay!”

Lorenzo is no joke!!

“Robert, I want you to be clear about something. The only reason your ass is not dead right now is because I want Renee, and I want her bad. I don’t have time for her to mourn you. So you get to live. Consider it a gift.”

“You’re welcome. And one last thing, don’t you open your mouth to say another thing to Renee for the rest of your life. I mean, if I find out you even said hi to her, I’m coming back. I’m going to disable that weak-ass alarm again and be sitting here waiting on your ass, and next time, things won’t be so pleasant for you.”

Dayumm!

who knocked him out again, cut the zip ties from his wrists and ankles, and drove me home.

supermodel didn’t have shit on my size eighteen ass when I was in Lorenzo’s presence.

He sounded upset. He was upset, and if I was him, I probably would’ve been, too. And I guess I forgot about how horrible a liar I was. So I sighed, dropped my eyes to my desk, and said, “I’m scared.”

shook my head. “Of making a mistake. I just got out of a horrible marriage, Zo.”