Mistress, Inc. (Mistress Series) by Niobia Bryant

Author:Niobia Bryant [Bryant, Niobia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780758265302
Amazon: 0758265301
Publisher: Dafina
Published: 2014-10-07T08:00:00+00:00

Later that afternoon, Jessa was sitting at the island of her kitchen flipping through several glossy magazines that Myra sent her overnight. She was featured in each one—her inclusion in the interview on the emotional and physical dangers of being a mistress, and two articles detailing her scandalous story with little mention of her attempts at redemption.

Myra warned her that they couldn’t completely control the way the story—her story—was spun.

Next week, she was headed into the city for talks with the producers of the still unnamed reality TV show and to meet with the literary agent Myra secured to broker her book deal. Because of her pregnancy, she turned down the offer to model, but the agency owners still wanted to take her out to dinner while she was in the city.

But first, she had some business in Jersey to handle. Jessa and her attorney were meeting with Jaime and her lawyers for a preliminary hearing about Eric’s estate.

Ding-dong.

Jessa took another sip of her steaming cup of raspberry tea and closed the glossy magazine before she made her way out the kitchen and to her front door. In the days of old, she would have swung her door open wide, but now with The Furious Three (her three ex-friends) and The Insecure Ones (the suspicious wives) running around, the check of the peephole was mandatory.

Jessa hadn’t really seen much of any of her neighbors since she was so busy traveling with her new business ventures. She was surprised to see the wife of the perverted insurance agent standing on her doorstep holding a covered dish. “What the hell is this all about?” she wondered out loud.

Smoothing the deep green silk jumpsuit she wore over her figure, she opened the door and stepped back. “Yes?” Jessa said in greeting.

“Hi, I’m Dina. I live in Richmond Hills with . . . I . . . we’re neighbors . . . and . . . well, I,” the woman stumbled, looking very stylish in the wide-leg slacks she wore with patent-leather flats and a silk fitted tank.

“How can I help you?” Jessa stressed with just a tinge of irritation in her voice. The woman was stumbling like a village idiot.

“Can I come in?” she asked. “I brought you some homemade blueberry crumb muffins.”

Jessa stepped back and waved her in before closing the door and leading the woman to the kitchen. “I’ll be honest with you, I’m not really sure what you could want from me,” she said.

Dina sat the bowl on the island before she reached out and pulled one of the magazines to her. “You’re very pretty,” she said.

“Thank you,” Jessa said, still wary.

Dina looked up at her and there was sadness in her eyes. “I . . . uh, know this sounds crazy, but I figured who do I know that would know better than you about this type of thing.”

Jessa said nothing else as she raised her cup and sipped her tea, watching the woman silently over the rim.

“How does a wife know when their husband is .

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