Passionate Betrayals

By: TN Jones

Acknowledgements

First and foremost, I must thank the Higher Being for allowing me to wake up each morning, to having a sound, mind, and body; for blessing me with the passion for reading and writing. I must thank my boyfriend, Kevin Jones, for the unconditional love and support as I gathered my thoughts as to whether to be a writer or not. My daughter, Princess Ja’Calin, is the ultimate motivation for me. I thank her each and every day for the constant reminder that I must grow for her. I am her role model, and she is mines. Special thanks go out to my mother, Michelle Griffin, because she was the foundation for me reading and writing. To my number one sister and test reader, Denise Easterling, thank you for being there and listening to my wild antics of my characters and future characters. To my favorite cousin, Verlin Farris, you pushed me when I didn’t have the energy or patience to push myself. You told me to tackle that obstacle and not to let H.S. take my dream away; I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. I want to thank those in my family for supporting me. I love each and every one of you to the moon and back.

Secondly, I must thank my publishing family Danielle Marcus Presents. Danielle Marcus, lady you are an exceptional publisher and mentor. You welcomed me with open arms; I really appreciate everything you have done for me. To my pen sisters, I love every one of y’all because the love shown to me is outstanding. You helped me when I was stuck with making a decision regardless if it was personal or business related. I truly am blessed to be amongst the best crew in this industry. #DMP4Life!!

Thirdly, to the readers that will become fans, to my supports and many others, I thank you for taking a chance on reading my work. Thank you for believing that I can be a good novelist. I appreciate the liking, tagging of friends and family, and sharing of my statuses to ensure that I am well known.




Chapter 1




Janice

It’s funny how things turned out; I thought I would have a great life with Domic. It was obvious that he wasn’t happy with me because of all the shit he had going on. Some kind of way, I always had the wrong types of people around me. I did right by everyone, and I expected the same thing back. Now, I know that loyalty will be hard to find in people. I was a loving, caring, and sweet person to those that were in my close circle; I loved the truth, but some people couldn’t handle or tell the truth. I didn’t understand how those types of characteristics could have me hurting and confused as I am now. I see nothing but black, and that was a bad thing for those that hurt me. I wanted to blame myself, but I couldn’t. I didn’t do anything wrong to anyone, so I couldn’t blame myself. A part of me wants to forgive, and another part of me wants to destroy. I can’t decide on what to do, and that’s causing me to have mixed emotions. I’m tired of forgiving mutherfuckers for hurting me, but I was even more tired of seeking revenge. No one will know what hit their stupid asses, because I’m coming like a thief in the night.

As I sat in the hotel room sobbing and hurting, I had to get my thoughts together, because I had a role to play. I had to get a better understanding of things, before I went completely black inside. I walked to the bar in the secluded hotel room, grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels, popped the top, and chugged a good amount until my throat burned. I strolled to the bed and plopped down on it, so that I could think of the chain of events that took place, leading up to this day.

***

Two weeks prior

“I deserve better than what you are giving me, Domic. We have been together for six years, and I still don’t understand what you want from me. I have done everything that a woman’s supposed to do,” I said calmly.

“It’s not you, baby, it’s me. I can’t explain what I am going through right now, Janice,” Domic sighed as he walked to the back door.

“What you mean you can’t explain? Open your damn mouth and talk to me. The last thing you want me to do is speculate,” I replied soothingly.

“You going to do that anyways,” he said nonchalantly.

“I’m tired of doing this. Either we go see a counselor or this relationship is over, because I am putting unnecessary energy into this,” I said in an irritated tone, grabbing my keys and purse off the kitchen table.

“I’m not going to see no damn counselor, Janice! We can deal with this by ourselves!” he spat loudly.

I had no idea how we came to a point in our lives that caused pain from a simple conversation, and I was not pleased with how our relationship turned out. I haven’t been in many relationships, but common sense is everything. I knew something wasn’t right with him. I knew there was someone else in the picture. That was the only thing that could have him acting out towards me. I wanted to salvage my relationship with Domic, but not at the cost of us being miserable.

“Hell, you won’t talk to me now. So how in the hell are we going to fix this relationship ourselves?” I asked him softly.

“Stop questioning me, please! When I am ready to open my damn mouth to you, I will. Until then, stop asking me shit that deals with me personally,” he said angrily, as he turned to look at me. If looks could kill, I would’ve been a dead female.

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