Twisted Vows of Seduction by N’Tyse Page B

another chuckle to conceal his true thoughts. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    The valet attendant pulled up with her vehicle. A black Chrysler 300. The same make and model of Denise’s car. Jeff nearly shit himself. He watched her tip the man.
    â€œNice meeting you, Jeff.”
    Jeff came to. “It was nice meet…ing you…too.” She smiled at him once more before waving goodbye and driving off. When he turned around, Deandra was standing right there, her eyes following the woman in the black car.
    â€œI thought I told you to wait for me.”
    As if in a daze, Deandra’s brows furrowed and her eyes fell to a soft squint. “That woman looked just like Mommy,” she said, making the same observations he had.
    Mistaken identity , Jeff thought. He couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that crept over him. He wondered if this woman had been Greg’s wife. If she had been in the picture all along.
    â€œCome on, let’s go,” he told Deandra. He was so deep in thought he couldn’t remember where he had parked. Those eyes, that nose, those lips. He went back through every physical feature of that woman’s. He couldn’t shake the feeling that swept over him and as he passed others on the crowded narrow streets, his thoughts racing from one new discovery to the next, he mumbled something aloud that caused Deandra and the guy walking his Great Dane to eye him in a strange way. “How the hell did she know my name?” he repeated.

6
    N adine stood directly under a stream of warm water, allowing it to slap her in the face over and over again. The shower jets were on full stream so the water shot out from every direction. The water pressure was perfect but as much as she tried to relax and release, the tension in her body wouldn’t relent. The heavy feeling floating inside of her chest was emotionally paralyzing. Nadine had always believed deep down that Jeff was seeing someone else. Call it a woman’s intuition, a hunch, or a sixth sense. Whatever that special feeling was that she got whenever he left her place was the instinct she should have been listening to. It would have saved her the exhaustion from guessing games, the paranoia of catching a sexually transmitted disease, and it damn sure would have saved her from the pity party she would have to schedule in time to throw herself later. Damn it, had she really taken the time to trust and oblige her own feelings, she wouldn’t be in this predicament, again!
    Last night confirmed Nadine’s wildest suspicions. Not only had she heard Jeff having sex with another woman, she had received harassing phone calls shortly thereafter. The woman had called Nadine a total of nine times asking for Jeff. Had Nadine not finally turned off the ringer, she was sure it would have continued. The bags under her eyes and the pounding headache were testaments of sleep deprivation. She was like a ticking time bomb. Ludicrousthoughts plagued her and the longer she entertained them, the more she wanted to hurt the person behind them.
    Nadine poured more conditioner into her hands and worked it into her hair. Even this felt like a major task to her and in her current mind state, she felt like cutting it all off, simply to expedite the process. Jeff had her so perturbed she couldn’t focus at home or at work anymore without him ambushing her concentration. Now to add some inconsiderate immature tramp to the mix who actually thought it was acceptable to call her house and play on the damn phone all times of the hour, fumed Nadine even more. Who in the hell did she think she was? Nadine mused. She had considered blocking the number but there wasn’t a number to block. The name had registered on her caller display as PRIVATE each time. She had lost mounts of sleep over it, but she knew that as soon as daylight came, she would put an end to it all as she should have done a long damn time ago.
    Then again, why