Mrs. Jones: Book One (The Jones Series #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

lady in pink.
    We exploded together, just as we always did, and Joey wrapped his arms around me.
    We both breathed heavily, but remained in complete silence.
    I listened to his heartbeat.
    I was so in love with him.
    But I was also so in love with my husband.
    Lord…what was I going to do?

Chapter Three
     
    There she is.
    It was Silva---Joey’s wife.
    I was at a red light and she was coming out of a hotel, heading for her car.
    The first thought that came to my mind why was she in Atlanta when they lived in Gresham Park. The second thing that crossed my mind was that Joey had actually been telling the truth.
    She was coming out of a hotel, wearing sweats and wearing shades. Yes, she was definitely having an affair.
    And I knew that she wasn’t coming from being with Joey because I’d just left him; at one of our secret spots.
    For some reason I became angry; but I wasn’t exactly sure why. Their marriage was none of my business. Hell if anything, I was the cause for some of their problems. I’d spent years anticipating their separation and as quiet as its kept, from the looks of it, Joey was about to become available.
    But available was something that I was not.
    I was Mrs. Jones; and to be honest, I planned on staying that way.
    Silvia drove off and just out of curiosity, I followed her. I guess a part of me just wanted to know if she was heading to meet Joey; but she wasn’t.
    She actually stopped at a shoe store. I was surprised but hey, the dirty deed was already done, why not get a new pair of shoes. I couldn’t fault a girl for that.
    Okay, so maybe I was being just a tad bit stalker-like---if that’s even a word, but for whatever reason, I parked my car and followed her inside the store.
    Though she didn’t have a clue as to who I was, I’d seen her a few times. Joey had a few pictures of her and their girls in his cell phone, as well as I’d seen her and Joey out or in public on several occasions. Though they lived in a town over, Joey worked here in Atlanta, so spotting them wasn’t as hard as it could have been.
    In my opinion, if she was just a shade or two darker, and though rightfully I had to say that I was a bit more attractive than she was, we in a way could have passed for sisters.
    Which made me wonder if that had been the reason why Joey had married her in the first place; because she resembled me.
    I stared at her from a distance.
    Her creamy skin reminded me of smooth vanilla ice cream. Her eyes were slanted, almost like the Chinese, but her head full of shiny, silky jet black curls, confirmed her Latino origin. She wasn’t too big; but she definitely wasn’t skinny. Her chest was flatter than I was at the age of ten, but her ass surely made up for that.
    I had breasts; but I hadn’t been blessed with too much of the booty; I had a hand full but that was about it. I’d always talked about buying me one but never got around to doing it. But I guess if it wasn’t broke; don’t fix it.
    Silvia stopped at a pair of shoes, and I decided to look at the pair beside her.
    Niveah what are you doing?
    My conscious started to kick in but I was only inches away from her.
    “Those are too cute,” I squealed at the shoes that she was holding in her hands.
    She smiled at me and I immediately flashed a smile back. I couldn’t help but notice the diamond on her hand.
    Joey had always had good taste.
    “Yeah, they are huh,” she said for confirmation.
    “I love the rhinestones on them. Not that you need any more bling. Girl, I love your wedding ring,” I said, nodding at her ring finger, attempting to be friendly.
    “I know you aren’t talking with that rock sitting on your finger! It’s gorgeous!” Silvia said and reached for my hand for a better look.
    I almost forgot how friendly females could be.
    I didn’t have many friends, and I’d never had too many girl-friends, or female interaction. I had an older sister, but she and her family moved to Europe years ago. I only saw her maybe once