Sweeter Than Honey by Mary B. Morrison

Author:Mary B. Morrison [Morrison, Mary B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780758215130
Publisher: Dafina
Published: 2007-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Harboring those same feelings, I knew the look. Had seen it on the faces of many women pretending they were excited about their husbands or lovers when the truth was they wanted out of their relationships, but the magnetic codependency mentally fused them in a misery of distorted love.

Squeezing the picture, his shoulder pads touched. Affectionately I asked, “How old is he? What’s his name?”

“I named him Jean St. Thomas, which pissed Mama off even more.

He’s ten years old and, Lace, he loves football.”

Hesitantly I asked, almost knowing the answer, “What position does he play?”

“Quarterback. He’s a straight-A student, a starter, and a star, just like you. You look so beautiful. You look like money.”

“Sis, you are so beau—” was all I could say before Rita stormed in waving a white piece of paper like she’d won the lottery. Don trailed directly behind her.

That trifling nigga had the audacity to stroll his nasty balls into my sister’s hospital room. What? Honey hadn’t suffered enough? Or did this selfish dog feel no remorse?

“Here you go,” Rita said, shoving the paper in my face. “Sign it.”

Swatting Rita’s hand out of the way, I kissed Honey on the forehead and said, “You’ve got my word. I promise.”

Stepping on the letter-sized envelope, not knowing what was inside, I instinctively reached down and put it in my purse along with Jean’s picture. If I had to, I’d be the best mother to Jean and smother him with hugs and kisses every day. I’d go to all of his games, teach him street smarts, and make sure he never became a pimp. Maybe having Benito around would be a good thing. Benito wasn’t right for me, but maybe he could be a good father figure and personal trainer for Jean.

Smiling as he walked toward me, Don enviously said, “Well, don’t you look like a brand-new C-note fresh from the mint?”

“You dumb fuck. The U.S. Mint makes coins and protects over a hundred billion dollars of U.S. gold and silver assets. Paper currency is printed by the Bureau of Engraving and Printing in Washington, D.C., and Fort Worth, Texas.”

“You tell him, sis,” Honey said, clapping.

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“I see all those years on your back at the Pussyland Ranch banged your head into more than just headboards.” Then he seductively whispered in my ear, “How much, Miss Smart-Ass? Can I get the deep throat special?”

Without blinking or saying a word, I picked up the blue vase, smashed it in Don’s face, pushed him to the floor, then stepped on his chest. “This is your lucky day. If I had my gun, you’d be one dead motherfucka.” Removing my foot, I squinted, staring at Rita while repeatedly back-kicking the hell out of Don with my stiletto piercing into his side.

“Ow! Stop that, bitch!”

“What, Rita? You gon’ take his side again? Say something, bitch. I dare you.”

“Kick him again,” Honey said, trying to yell.

Turning around, I jabbed my heel into Don’s dick and left it there while he squealed like a pig, “Rita, get her!”

“Ha, ha, ha, my, oh, my,” Honey laughed, holding her stomach.

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