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and grabbed my shoes on my way to the door. As the door to the elevator closed I wondered what he would think waking up and finding me gone. Like Cinderella but without the glass slipper.
    I was greeted by the doorman as I reached the front doors, “Miss, would you like me to get you a cab?”
    “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” He whistled, and a cab pulled up. I gave the driver my Westside address, and we whizzed through what traffic there was at this time of early morning. All I could think of was Ashton. I sat there feeling more relaxed than I could remember feeling in a long time. He certainly was something, I smiled to myself.
    I walked into my building and got on the elevator. I felt tired and refreshed at the same time. I searched my purse for the keys, opening the door. I just wanted to sleep. I needed a shower but not tonight. I wanted to smell Ashton’s cologne as I slept. Dropping my clothes right where I stood, I walked into the bedroom and hit my alarm, not even turning back the covers, naked as the day I was born. If this felt like heaven, I never wanted to leave this space.
    All I wanted was to dream of Ashton and that night. And I did.

Sandra
Chapter 3
     
    The funeral was over and here I was, back at home in this large, empty house. Momma was gone and all I could think about was how I was going to divorce my husband. I had everything, didn’t I? A four thousand square foot home, two beautiful children and housekeepers to take care of it all. But the one thing in my life I wanted and needed was my husband. And he hadn’t touched me in three months. But who was counting?
    Bryan was the pastor of one the biggest Mega churches in Memphis, but did that mean he had to neglect his family? He was always gone to this church or that meeting, writing his books, flying from coast to coast. What about me? I know I sounded a little bit selfish, even to myself, but I hadn’t signed up for this.
    I think all the members of his church had his number on speed dial. Sitting here looking around I thought about what I would do without Bryan. He provided me with every luxury a woman could ask for. A private jet at my disposal, a black American Express card and three closets full of the finest clothes money could buy. But where was the love we’d once had? Before we had all the money and all it could obtain. God! I just wanted to be normal again.
    Mr. Bryan Davis, my sweet and loving husband, who had been raised to be a pastor. All his brothers were pastors. Even his father before him was a pastor. So it was in his blood. That’s what I kept hearing. His mother didn’t seem to mind his father being gone so much. She would say it came with being a pastor’s wife so you’d better get used to it.
    We had met at the Tennessee Christian academy. There, he had received his doctrine in Theology. I think I knew I loved him the first time I saw him. I had always known I would marry a pastor. Just because I didn’t come from a Christian background, didn’t mean I couldn’t marry who I wanted.
    Momma had always talked about Bryan and his family being so uppity, but I just wanted more for me, more than what she had offered. I didn’t want Momma’s kind of life style. I knew I would do whatever it took to get out.
    Mrs. Davis, Bryan’s mother, always talked about Momma being a heathen and not coming from much. Momma was who she was and made it the best she knew how. Who was she to judge my Momma anyway? She may have had the outward things, but inside she seemed bitter and longing for a little love herself. Sometimes it seemed these so-called Christians where always judging others. But not my Bryan. He never judged me on my past. He was always compassionate about people less fortunate. Or it so it was in the beginning.
    “Mrs. Davis?” my housekeeper snapped me out of my thoughts. “Will you be expecting Mr. Davis home this evening?”
    “I’m not sure Rosa. He’s in a meeting at the church. I’ll call him and