Love, Lies & Lust 4: Love, Lies & Lust (G Street Chronicles Presents) by Mz. Robinson

Author:Mz. Robinson [Robinson, Mz.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, United States, African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B008N0DWHM
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
Published: 2012-07-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Kelly

I hadn’t heard from Gator, and I was relieved about that. When it came to dealing with that lunatic, no news was usually good news. The media stated that the man who’d been following me was Victor Henson, a factory worker from Opelika, Alabama. Whoever the man really was, he was good—damn good. He was so good that he maintained his cover, even in death.

I listened as Octavia’s pastor recited a scripture as the casket that held Contessa’s body was lowered into the ground. I had to give it to Damon; he put the bitch away nicely—from the dress Octavia had picked out for her to the long-stemmed white roses surrounding her grave, to the coffin I playfully named “the Cadillac of caskets.” I pulled my collar up around my neck and tried not to concentrate on the cold rain that insisted on making the day even more miserable.

“Please bow your heads,” Pastor Davis said.

I bowed my head but chose to keep my eyes open as the man began to pray. I lifted my head slightly and looked across at Octavia. She stood leaning close to Damon, with her eyes closed and her head bowed. Damon held a dark umbrella with his left hand and had his right arm around Octavia’s shoulder. His head was bowed, too, and his eyes were also closed. I wondered what his ass had up his sleeve. I knew there was more to him than his exterior, a clean-cut, throwing-his-money-around, white-collar sellout. I just didn’t know what else was lying beneath. I looked around at the others gathered around the gravesite, and I had to admit, I was impressed with the small crowd of supporters who’d come out to show Contessa some love. Octavia’s mother Charlene and her father Charles, and even Ilene and Damon Sr., had managed to make it into town for the service. I didn’t know if Ilene had chosen to attend because she liked Contessa from their one encounter of if she was there to support me, the alleged grieving nephew. Whatever their reasons for being there, everyone had only good things to say about Contessa. It was amazing that a woman whose entire identity was fake still managed to make an impact in such a short period of time.

I turned my head, focusing back on Octavia, and watched as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. The woman was beautiful, even when she shed tears. I scanned my eyes over her physique, admiring the jacket and skirt that clung to her so well in the damp weather. The jacket revealed just a glimpse of the top of her breasts, while the skirt hugged her hips and stopped just above her knees. It should be a crime for one female to be so sexy, I thought.

As I thought of all the things I wanted to do to Octavia and all the places on her body where I wanted to travel with my tongue, I suddenly developed a nagging feeling that I was being watched myself.

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