Grown Woman...

Have you ever had that moment where you know you're looking pretty good, and you feel confident in your skin? Then she walks in...you know the one...your guy's ex, and she's everything that you're not. That's what Ambiance is dealing with on today's #writerwednesday post. Get a glimpse of book 2, A Woman's Design: Redemption.

 I had taken a midday break to visit Denver at his shoot. I parked on the pier deck, and hopped out of my car. Inhaling the ocean breeze, I took a moment to marvel at the beauty of my surroundings. This was something that I couldn’t find back home in Atlanta. Every time I felt a wee bit homesick, I walked outside of my apartment and down to the beach. This was a priceless feeling.

I knew that Denver’s photo shoot was down on the beach. For all his faults I could not deny his professionalism or his talent. Denver had a great eye for art and he created it through the lens of his camera. Some of his favorite spots were the pier, Third Street Promenade, the boardwalk at Venice, and of course the canals.

His work had quite often hit the pages of Muscle and Body, LA, Los Angeles Magazine, and Entertainment Today just to name a few.

I finally spotted his crew and models some ways down from the Ferris wheel. The breeze coming off the ocean felt good against my skin, despite the midday sun shining furiously in the sky above.

I watched the girls playing around in their skimpy bikinis, tossing a beach ball back and forth, while Denver captured each shot. Tourists walking along the beach couldn’t get enough of the women playing and laughing in their barely-there-bikinis. More than a few women were tugging the arms of their men to regain their attention.

Denver was shooting Lynn, Kelsey, Rhonda and Felice today. I had to admit they were beautiful women with gorgeous bodies. They could make even the sexiest woman feel inferior, especially that Felice.

I glanced down at my white long-sleeved top and my cropped lime-green swim shorts and began questioning my choice of attire. Shaking it off, I didn’t care if my thick brown thighs weren’t muscular and toned like her small, shapely ones. Denver was no longer with Felice. I was his woman now and that was all that mattered. Or should have mattered, but lately I was questioning every part of our relationship.

I found a place to sit and pulled my towel out of my bag. Unfolding it, I laid it down and plopped down on it to wait. Pulling my sunglasses from the top of my head, I removed my phone from my pocket and pulled up my Kindle app to catch up on some reading, while waiting.

No more than fifteen minutes had passed, before I heard laughter and voices growing louder. Looking up I saw everyone walking in my general direction. Denver was at the back of the crowd, following slowly behind. He still had not spotted me just yet. It appeared he and Felice were engaged in an argument.

The roar of the ocean and all the other voices around us blocked out the sound of their voices. Yet, their body language depicted they were having a lover’s quarrel. A feeling of unease came over me and settled in the pit of my stomach.

They came to a standstill as the rest of the crew continued and passed by me. I was sitting about twenty feet away from the water’s edge. They were so immersed in their horseplay none of the crew recognized me. I was grateful at the moment, because my intent was to determine what was going on with Denver and Felice. I did not want my attention distracted and caught up in conversation with the rest of the crew members who knew me.

Denver appeared to be angry and Felice was rubbing his arm up and down to calm him. A slight flicker of jealousy coursed through my veins, watching her touch him so intimately. Worse still was how he responded to her touch.

All the fire went out of him as I watched his shoulders sag, the nodding of his head and the slight, crooked smile that took over his features. She took both of his hands in hers and continued to talk, while he nodded his head up and down intently listening to her words.

I wanted to move closer in the hopes that I could hear what they were saying, but I also realized that despite the crowd on the beach that day, their attention would be drawn to me. I chose instead to sit still and pay attention.

Felice begin to smile and instantly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. My heart rate sped up, as I sat up a little straighter. Familiar feelings of betrayal rushed through me as I found myself thrust back into the heat of my relationship with my deceased husband.

All the treachery I had experienced with each of his infidelities took hold of me. I thought back to how everyone in his family knew about his affair with Kendra and their child except me. It had taken a few years to admit to myself I knew all along about his relationship with her. I just had not wanted to accept what was my reality. I had lived a lie for several years. In that moment I wondered if I was still that same woman. Would I continue to live a lie just to have a man? Would I continue to live a lie for convenience sake?

Felice’s hands moved from around his neck to rest on both sides of his face. She continued to stare at him, as did I; wondering what he would do next.

In that moment he looked up and spotted me.

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About Chelle Ramsey...

Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter. 
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.

She hosts the annual 20 Days of Love authors’ blogging campaign, March Madness authors’ giveaways campaign, and showcases other authors on her blog at www.chelleramsey.com/beautifully-inspired-blog. Her novels can be found online at Chelle Ramsey Amazon.
 
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