Synopsis: Julissa Ogebo is the woman every man desired, but what if the wrong one desires her? Please read on to find out what happens next and don’t forget to join in the Fiction Friday Challenge on Marquessa’s blog!
Phan’s Cuisine for fine Chinese food dining, was packed tonight, but Brad Roman could not keep his eyes off the beauty of Julissa Ogebo. Even with his wife next to him, her nails digging into his arms and trying her hardest to become Siamese twins with him, his eyes, his tongue, his freakin’ loins screamed for the delectable Julissa.
The same Julissa who was definitely out of all their leagues. She was a walking Nubian beauty with almond shaped eyes and tonight she pulled the ultimate ball busting stunt of wearing a tight skirt barely kissing the tops of her knees and a matching top to show off her Michelle Obama worthy arms.
Those. Damn. Curves.
“So, yeah we can all like do kayaking this time,” his wife Darla said but then looked over at Julissa. “Unless water is not your thing, Jules.”
Julissa, ever the personification of sex and grace shrugged a shoulder: “My body bathes in it every day so yeah, Kyaking would be cool.” She sighed heavily. Brad nearly wanted to strangle Darla. Yes they’ve been together five years and yes Julissa, Lindsay, Joseph and Susan have all been friends since high school. Julissa was the new girl their senior year in high school, but everyone took an instant liking to the Nigerian born Graphic Designer.
She designed the clothes she wore now. Her sister actually made them. Brad hoped his thoughts couldn’t be read, because right now he was thinking of very unholy and non-matrimonial things he’d rather do to Julissa. But damn she was so caught up in her childhood sweetheart blowing up her phone. And double damn he was married.
He watched as she excused herself to answer her phone. For the fourth time.
Joseph drank down the rest of his sweet tea. “Maybe I should go console her or something. That douche she calls a man is too controlling.”
Everyone agreed. Brad’s wife coughed a little and dug her fork into her dumplings. Julissa walked further from the table and you could almost hear a pin drop. Her body cut through the air like a snake in water. Her curves and that behind were like drum beats and Brad would bet all his money every man, married or not, was ogling her, wishing they had her.
“She needs someone to talk to. This is getting out of hand.” He stands but his wife’s nails dig into his upper arm. Her ice blue eyes froze him on the spot.
“If she does, then it is I, a woman’s voice and advice she needs. I will come too.”
Brad saw his friend’s faces. Their eyes communicated one thing: “Leave that woman!”
Brad shook his head and went over to the balcony where Julissa stood, leaning over it, scrolling over her phone. The sun had gone down and left gold and navy streaks overhead and the ocean was calm, still.
His wife’s nails bit into him hard. He couldn’t be mad at her. He was quite the catch: tall, dark, a fit body, owned his own gym. Modeled part time, so yeah she was not crazy.
“Hey Jules. You okay?” Brad asked.
Julissa turned to them, water near the edges of her eyes like dripping crystals…
“He doesn’t trust me.”
“Maybe that is something you two should discuss. I mean ignoring him isn’t going to help either.” Darla said pointedly.
Nor arguing,” Brad added, wishing he could vomit the words to the ground.
“Maybe,” Julissa bit her bottom lip. It was funny seeing Darla right here too. She never thought Darla cared, but then again, Darla never really treated her as part of their friendly group anyway.
Brad was her true best friend. He was always there for her, helped her in math class, stood by her as they lowered her mother’s body in the ground two years prior and he even cooked for her.
She couldn’t ask for a better friend than that. He was the sole constant in her life, along with theitr other friends. Yet Brad was truly special.
Brad tried to encourage her more until finally Julissa agreed to just speak with her boyfriend and make amends. She saw a wide smile crack over Darla’s pretty face.
When she arrived home that night, Julissa kicked off her shoes and was about to call her controlling and overbearing boyfriend when a text burned in black across her screen:
I would get down on my knees, I would do anything for you. You know that right?
Then the next message:
I. WANT. YOU.
Both texts were from Brad. Not Damonte.
Julissa responded: That is not appropriate.
I know… I am unhappily married and you are unhappy. Seriously. I hope you drop him.
Julissa sucked in a breath. Brad. Handsome, successful, very MARRIED Brad was texting her that he desired her.
But she will not be like her sister. Their grandmother always told them home wrecking was in the Ogebo blood, and Julissa was too practical and too good for that. She had morals.
But her moral fibers around Brad always thinned from bone gristle to silken spider webs, easy to tread over and break down until fire built up into molten passion and that passionate blaze could only be put out by him.
But what if it never burned to embers?
What if she want the fire to last?
Julissa gave him the only response a woman from her home wrecking lineage would…
Copyright©2017 Erica Jean Smith, All Rights Reserved
*Thank you all for reading. I definitely have moral fibers that my characters do not, but it was fun writing about them!
EDIT: In the original ending, Julissa texts Brad to come over at midnight. Women from her lineage are known for snagging “snagged” men! 🙂