“Good morning, Jay darling.” Angela’s voice interrupted his memory. She sat up and brushed her cool lips on his cheek. Her jet-black hair fell to her side. Its wavy nature and length were a result of her mixed Indian and African-American heritage.
He hated when she called him Jay and had told her that several times. Jabir meant “comforter,” and he wanted to keep it that way. His mother always told him he had always shown compassion at a young age. He liked to think his name was the reason he turned out to be a doctor. “Jay” distorted its meaning. However, Jabir knew the real reason he disliked the name. His late father used to call him “Jay Boy.” The man and the name both got on his nerves
“Morning. I see you didn’t leave.”
“No.” She rubbed his chest. “You were out cold when we got back from Vegas last night, so I decided to fulfill my new role and take care of you.” She rubbed her hand gently across his chest and winked.
Her sexiness was his downfall. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on what he should be doing—letting her down easy. Before he could gather his thoughts and speak, she scooted to the edge of the bed, put on his shirt and made her way to the bathroom. His eyes followed the sway of her hips until she was out of sight. He shook his head and exhaled.
“What role? What are you talking about?” he murmured to himself. “This has to end.” There was a time and season for everything. Angela’s time was up.
From Anchored By Love, Book II Sons Of Ishmael Series. Coming Nov 2015
Copyright 2015 Unoma Nwankwor
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