FREE Excerpt from twisted lies 2: The
Lies Untwisted
by Sophie Jones
Prologue
The
phone rang twice, but I hung up before he could answer. I didn’t
know what to say to him.
We hadn’t talked in
so long and didn’t just want to call and let, ‘Hey, I’m
pregnant!’ be the first words that come out of my mouth.
I needed time to gather my own thoughts and think this thing
through. I decided to just go back to my apartment and get a little
rest. This news has drained me emotionally.
I dropped the prescriptions off at the pharmacy, near my
place and then went home to rest. I sprawled across the bed and
stared out of the window. My new neighborhood is noisier than my
quiet, suburban
Sugar
Land
neighborhood where I had lived with Robert. I had to seriously think
about my living conditions now because it wasn’t just about me.
There were two people to think about, well really, there were three.
I realized that I had fallen asleep when the phone rang. I
took a look at the clock; it was already seven o’clock in the
evening.
“Puddin’.” the familiar voice said.
“Daddy, is that you?” I asked. This was rare because my
father never called me.
“Yes, Baby, you’ve been on my mind a lot, so I just
wanted to call and say hello.”
I smiled at the thought of him actually dialing my number.
“Daddy, I’m so glad to hear from you. Is everything
okay?”
“Oh, yeah, Zina, we’re doing fine. I just wanted to tell
you that I was really happy to see you when you were here the last
time.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, “I was glad to see you, too.”
Then there was a moment of silence.
I spoke first, “How’s Mama?”
“She’s fine, do you want to talk to her?”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded. My mother then got on the phone.
“Hey, Baby,” she said. She sounded happier than I had
heard her sound in a long time. My spirits were instantly lifted
when I heard her voice.
“Hi, Mama, how are you?”
“I’m doing fine, but you’ve been on my mind. I didn’t
want to worry you with everything you’ve got going on, but your
daddy insisted that we call you.”
“Mama, everything is fine.” I figured that I might as
well go ahead and tell her about the baby, “Actually, I found out
today that I’m pregnant.”
I heard my mother catch her breath and then she began to cry.
“Mama, don’t cry,” I said, getting a little misty
myself.
“I’m just so happy… a grandbaby.”
I could hear Daddy in the background screaming about the baby
and clapping his big hands together.
“Well,
what did Robert say?” my mother asked.
I was uncomfortable
with this line of questioning and I was totally unprepared for where
it may lead.
“I haven’t told him yet, Mama.”
“You are going to tell him, right?” she whispered into
the phone.
I didn’t answer right off.
“Zina,” she whispered again, “Did you hear me?”
“Yes Ma’am. I will tell him, I just haven’t talked to
him yet.”
“Well, Baby, let me tell you from experience, you don’t
want to go through this by yourself. You need Robert, after all, he
is still your husband.”
I listened to her preach to me about my husband. I let her
ramble on for a few more minutes, without exactly hearing what she
had to say.
My brain checked back in when she said, “I’ll call back
in a few days when you two have had the chance to talk everything
out.”
“Okay, Mama, I’ll talk to you then,” I said, “I love
you.”
“I love you, too,” she said.
We both said goodbye and hung up.
I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my new belly.
Although, it hadn’t grown very much, the pregnancy did answer a
lot of changes in my body.
Pretty soon, I would be starting my new job and now I was
going to have to buy a whole new wardrobe.
Later, I moved to the living room. I flipped through the
channels that I was limited to on basic cable.
“What a life,” I said to the late night news anchor.
I had a feeling that this life that I was leading now was not
going to work for me or my child.
I had to go ahead and bite the bullet. I needed to call
Robert; it was time to go home.
Chapter
One
“How is my baby doing this morning?” Robert asked, as
soon as I opened my eyes.
“I’m fine,” I said and then I thought about it and
asked, “Were you talking to me or the baby?”
He smiled that familiar smile and said, “I was talking to
both of you, of course.”
He kissed my forehead and then my rounding belly. He winked
his eye at me and I knew then who he was talking to.
I rolled over so that my feet could find the place on the
ground. It was time to start my day. Morning sickness had finally
subsided, but fatigue was still lingering; it seemed as if I could
never get enough sleep.
At least I had Robert here to help me. The best decision that
I made in a while was to return home to him. Our separation had been
good for the both of us. For the most part, we had talked about most
of the important stuff; there were some things that he had not
completely tackled. One thing in particular was DeeDee.
Robert apologized for not telling me about her when we first
met. He said he honestly thought that he was over her, but he just
couldn’t get her out of his system. That situation and the lies
that had become twisted up in it just got out of hand.
The night that I called him and told him that I was pregnant,
he cried and begged me to come home. He promised that he would make
everything right.
Robert said that if I gave him the opportunity, he would be
the best husband in the world and that our child would never want
for anything. I believed him and what’s more is that I wanted to
believe him. I am confident
that Robert will be the best father possible; that was my main
reason for coming back to Robert. I hoped that I hadn’t made a
mistake.
“Your breakfast is ready! Do you want me to bring it up?”
Robert yelled from downstairs.
“No, I’ll be right down,” I said from the top of the
stairs. I finished getting dressed for work and headed down the
stairs.
It seemed that our roles had reversed since I moved back
home. Robert (and the maid) took care of the house and I just went
to work, came home, rested, and started the next day allover again.
“I really wish you would reconsider working, Zina,”
Robert said. Almost everyday he tried to convince me to quit my job
so that I can become a stay-at-home mom. To tell the truth, that
thought never crossed my mind, not even on the days that my feet
were so swollen that they resembled two ham hocks.
As a matter of fact, Mama had suggested that she come down
for the last few months of my pregnancy. I would probably take her
up on that offer. I’d secretly been looking at daycare centers and
I’d even considered hiring nannies.
Eventually, I would have to start working on Robert in order
to convince him that I should keep on working. I know that many
people would love to be in my shoes with a husband who is rich and
handsome and constantly saying, ‘you don’t have to work’, but
experience told me that I needed to do something else. What I
learned was not to get caught up in my husband’s wealth. Sure
everything should be fifty-fifty, but I’ve become a firm believer
in having your own.
“Bye, Robert, I’m leaving,” I said and walked over and
kissed him on the cheek. He followed me to my car, carried my book
bag and put it in the front seat of the
Denali
. He let me drive his SUV while he drove my car. As I backed out, I
waved goodbye to my husband and he waved back. A small part of me
wandered if the old Robert sill lived beneath that fine body of his.
End of FREE Excerpt from twisted ties
2: The Lies Untwisted
FREE Excerpt from Twisted Lies
by Sophie Jones
 I
bathed and prepared myself for bed. I turned on the ceiling fan and
lay naked across the bed. I could not fall asleep because Kendall
kept crossing my mind. I retrieved Kendall’s business card and read
for the umpteenth time.
Kendall Wheeler
Chief Consultant
A picture of his Detroit helmet was on his card also. Then I flipped
it over. He had written Room 239 and the name of the bed and
breakfast where he was staying on the bottom. I picked up the phone
and called my house one more time. There was no answer.
I then called information and got the
number for Kendall’s hotel. I asked the operator for his room and
Kendall answered sleepily, “Hello?”
“Um…K-Kendall?” I asked, with my
heart beating a thousand miles a minute.
“Hey, Zina?” he replied, as his voice
slightly increased by an octave.
“I’m sorry to wake you. I- I just
wanted to tell you thanks for a lovely afternoon. The sunset was
beautiful.”
“Like I said before, it wasn’t half
as beautiful as you.”
I smiled, “Well, I’ll let you get
back to sleep and maybe I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Why do I have to wait so long?” His
voice sent chills up my spine and I questioned myself, ‘Why should I
wait so long?’
I had to finally admit that I wanted
Kendall in the worst way, more than I had even wanted Robert.
“Maybe you don’t have to wait,” I
said and then I fanned myself because I was getting all hot and
aroused. I had never done anything like this before.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want to see you…now,” I
nervously awaited his answer. There was a strained silence on the
phone.
“I want to see you, too,” Kendall
said coolly.
“Well, I’ll be there soon,” I said
and I hung up before I chickened out.
I felt this wave of guilt come over
me. I thought about my husband. I knew that my husband was not the
most faithful in the world, but that was his way and I’d known it
all along. I thought things would have changed after we married, but
I was mistaken. Although I love Robert very much, my body is
screaming and creaming for Kendall.
I called Robert at home again, no
answer and no surprise. I left a message that I was thinking about
him and I missed him. Both truths. Here I was making this huge
decision, looking for one reason to say no to Kendall and I couldn’t
find my damn husband.
I jumped into the shower, again. I
changed into a dress that really should have had a few more inches
on it. I threw on some sling backs and picked up the hotel key. That
was all that I needed. I hoped that Kendall would have condoms; he
seemed to need them more that I would.
The streets were still crowded with
people, so I felt pretty safe walking to Kendall’s hotel. It was
less than one hundred steps to Kendall’s hotel and I must have
counted each and every one of them. I took a deep breath and knocked
on his hotel door. His hotel room was more of a suite. There was a
sitting area and we both sat on the sofa.
“I didn’t think that you’d really
come.”
“I almost didn’t.”
“What about your, uh, husband?” he
asked while he was looking me dead in the eyes.
“What about him?” I was getting
defensive.
“I mean I just want you to be sure of
why you are here.”
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