Today is a #writerwednesday and I'm excited about it. On Monday I shared with you that I had lost my memory stick, but was able to recover about three stories out of the mass amount of loss I took. But today, I'm sharing a snippet of one of my favorite completed, but unpublished novels with you.
Falling back on an old gimmick of "switch" from their childhood days, Natalia and Naraja are about to play the game one final time. Natalia has agreed to stand in as a substitute for her twin sister as she takes a much-needed break from her husband. But can she deceive her brother-in-law, or will her ploy work so well that it leads to something, well...maybe a little more tempting?
I awoke that morning to the alarm clock going off. Rolling over in bed, I reached my hand out and pushed a series of buttons before finding the right one. Turning to my left side, I noticed Kevin had gotten up and left the bed already. Breathing a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to deal with him lasted momentarily. Suddenly the middle of the night came crashing down on me. He had pulled me close in his arms. I recall feeling him wrapping his arm around my waist and angling his hand upward to hold my breast. I had jumped from the bed as if scalded by hot water and ran into the bathroom. When I had returned, he was no longer in the bedroom. I had heard him slam the door to the guest bedroom. I knew that was where he spent the night.
I pulled my hand down my face and groaned. This was going nothing like we had planned, and I was uncertain I would last one week. A part of me wanted to help my sister, but another part realized she needed more help than I could or was willing to give. Naraja’s marriage was in trouble and that’s where she needed help.
I flung the covers from my body and sat up. Looking at the cell phone on the bedside table I decided to try her once more, since it was still early. I had no idea what her itinerary was like, but she couldn’t have done too much at seven in the morning. After all, if she was in San Francisco, surely, she’d still be asleep. It was only four in the morning there.
I dialed my phone number preparing all of the things I would say to her when we finally spoke. To my chagrin the phone rolled over directly to voicemail.
“Arghh!” I screamed out and flung the phone across the room.
I didn’t care if it broke, it would serve her right. Sliding out of their bed, I slipped my feet into the house slippers and made my way to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later I had taken a quick shower and taken care of all of my personal hygiene needs. I grabbed my purse, keys, and the unbroken cell phone from the floor near the fireplace and walked downstairs to prepare for the day ahead. I knew the first thing on her schedule was to go to her aerobics class, and then she had some meeting at the local elementary school for a fundraiser she was a part of. After that, I was free to relax at home.
First thing on the agenda for me was breakfast. After I found something to eat, I would head out to the studio. I was very familiar with her workout studio, having gone there with her several times in the last week.
I was thankful that Kevin had left for the day. Naraja informed me that his mornings began at four and he left the house at six to head into the office. I had several hours before I would have to run into him again, and I could only hope that I had spoken with my sister before then.
Pulling the refrigerator door open, I looked inside to determine what I would eat for breakfast. Finding a honeydew, a cantaloupe, and two containers of pineapples and strawberries, I figured this would have to do. Unlike my sister I was not a cook. I would make a smoothie and sip it on the run.
Closing the refrigerator door with my foot, I backed up into a solid wall. Two massive arms wrapped themselves around me.
“Aigggh!” I screamed, dropping everything to the floor.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” Kevin apologized, turning me around to face him. “You okay?”
Kevin’s arms were on mine, rubbing up and down in what was meant to be a soothing fashion. Yet, it was everything but. My heart pounded in my chest so rapidly I was sure he could hear the thump, thump in the silence of the kitchen.
“What are you doing here? Damn, why’d you scare the hell out of me like that?” I shrieked, clutching the honeydew in my palm like a football ready to be thrown.
His eyebrow lifted slightly, and I recalled that my sister wasn’t a curser.
“I…I’m sorry,” I stuttered. “You just startled me really bad.”
“Apparently.” He kneeled and began picking up the container of strawberries and pineapples, which had fallen at my feet. I still held the honeydew and the cantaloupe had rolled near the kitchen sink.
I scooted away to grab the errant fruit, hoping to avoid further discussion and especially his touch. I placed the fruit on the counter, willing my shaking hands to remain still.
It was more than the fear of him scaring me from his sudden appearance in the house that had me on edge. I could not help but recall the nearness of his presence last night, and how he had held my breast in his hand.
The thought of that caused my face to grow warm. I was thankful that I was not light in color, because I’m sure a blush would have crossed my face. It seemed to me that my breast heated up at the simple thought of him touching me in such an intimate, yet embarrassing manner.
“So, what are you doing here?” I asked using a diversionary tactic. Placing him under inquisition would serve to have him in a defensive posture, while I launched the offensive attack.
Kevin sat the strawberries and pineapples on the counter, leaned back against it and folded his arms across his chest.
A small smile captured a sense of playfulness as it danced across his full lips. I turned away and grabbed a knife to begin slicing the melons.
“Smoothie or fruit salad?”
“Huh?” I turned back to him and he nodded to the fruit and the knife in my hand.
“Oh, smoothie. Can you please hand me those?” I asked, pointing the knife at the two containers of fruit sitting near his elbow.
“Yeah. Make me one, too, please.”
“Sure. Now back to my question. Why’re you home? I thought you left out earlier.”
“I did…I went in a couple of hours ago and knocked some things out.”
I continued slicing the fruit with my back to him. Waiting for an explanation I sensed none was forthcoming.
“Sooo…I decided to work from home the rest of the week as much as possible to spend some much-needed time with my wife.”
One large hand came to rest on my waist, while the other sat the two containers of fruit on the counter near my melons. Not mine, but the ones I was slicing on the counter.
I had not realized until I heard his voice at my ear and his breath on my neck he had moved so swiftly across the kitchen.
Get a grip, girl. You can work your way through this. Just remember your acting skills you learned in high school drama class, I coached myself internally.
About Chelle Ramsey...
Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey lives in the metro Atlanta area with her husband and three children. Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in the Almighty God, and belief in themselves. 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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