This #writerwednesday I'm sharing an excerpt from book 2 of A Woman's Design Duology. This one is entitled A Woman's Design: Redemption, scheduled for release late summer/early fall. I have used the beautiful Karen Denise Aubert, or K.D. Aubert/K.D. Rose to portray the visual depiction of what Paige looks like in my head.
Paige had many challenges to face in book 1, and at times some experienced pity for her, while others simply despised her ways. In book 2 she's back and ready to face up to and own all she's ever done. Yet, it won't be an easy road, as people from her past come back to hold her accountable. Read on...
Chapter 15: Sexual Healing
I sat on the sofa all in my feelings about the way he was treating me. I still didn’t see me as the one with the problem. I was being rejected by Vic. Not to mention I had been unable to find a one-night-stand all weekend.
I pressed my fists against my eyes trying to stem the flow of tears. What was wrong with me?
“Paige, I’m gonna be here for you and I won’t let you push me away. But we’re doing it on my terms, not yours. The last time I allowed you to use sex to run our relationship even when I just wanted to kick it. You ruined it. This time…our friendship will be based on mutual respect and understanding. I love you, but you’re not gonna run me. If we escalate into something more it will be built off mutual respect, honesty, trust, and friendship. I’m not into casual fucking. Is that language you understand?”
I was shocked. Vic had never spoken to me like that before. This aggressive tone and cursing at me was something completely new. I didn’t know how to feel about it.
“Look, I didn’t ask you to come over here and judge me, Vic!” I shouted. I stomped to my bedroom.
He followed after me and grabbed me roughly by the arm.
“I know you didn’t ask me to come, Paige! I came because—” He suddenly stopped and looked at the empty bottles lying on the floor on the side of my bed.
Grabbing a Vodka bottle and a gin bottle sitting on my night stand, he turned around and glared at me.
“What are you gonna do with all this?” His voice rose in anger as he pushed past where I stood.
“What are you doing, Vic?” I ran behind him as he rushed through the bathroom door.
I slapped at his hands and screamed at him as he poured all of my precious booze down the tub.
“Stop!” I screamed repeatedly. But it was as if my words fell on deaf ears because he kept on. I tried to pull the remaining bottles from his hands, causing one of them to shatter in the tub.
I pounded on his back with my fists and began kicking him in the legs. Nothing I did seemed to faze him as he continued pouring out the last drops. I crumpled to the floor letting the sobs wrack my body.
“I hate you, Vic! Get the fuck out my house now!” I jumped from the floor and attacked him again.
Vic sat the bottles down in the tub, turned around and picked me up, and tossed me over his shoulder.
My fists flailed against his back as he carried me out the bathroom and tossed me on my bed.
I jumped up and ran after him again but he made it into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
I kicked at the door trying to get in. Unfortunately, the locks on my door weren’t simple to pick with a clothes hanger like the locks on our bedroom doors when I grew up.
I went back to my bed, lay down and succumbed to my sorrow and pity party.
I could hear him moving around inside and soon afterwards I smelt the scent of bleach, and the lemon cleaning agents I used in my bathroom.
Vic came out a while later as I lay on my bed, my face pressed against my tear-soaked pillow.
He had a garbage bag in his hand filled with the empty and broken liquor bottles clinking inside. He walked to my bed and stared at me for a second. I didn’t want to acknowledge it, but the only thing that I saw in his eyes was love. His patient attitude towards me was not warranted when I had been so vile towards him.
He leaned over me and spoke in a loving, but firm tone. “I’m out, Paige. And for the record I came because I cared. You act like you don’t know what to do with that. But I’m gonna teach you.” He kissed me on the forehead and left.
Book 1_A Woman's Design: Afflictions
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