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

ring.
    “Is he in?” I questioned her.
    “Yep, give me a second and I’ll let him know that you’re here,” she said, getting up for her chair and walking toward the back.
    I took a seat and stared out the window. I looked up at the clouds. I hoped that it didn’t start raining until I was back in the comfort of my home.
    “Hi,” a voice said behind me.
    Her…Silva.
    “Hi, you’re the lady from the store right? A few weeks ago?” she asked me.
    I was at a loss for words, so I simply shook my head.
    Looking at her, I could immediately tell that she wasn’t there for a visit.
    “You’re a lawyer?” I managed to ask her.
    “Yes, I have been for years. But I’m new here,” she told me.
    “Silva, are you harassing my client?” Mr. Gill asked as he approached.
    “No Dad, I was just introducing myself,” she said kissing him on the cheek, and waving goodbye to me.
    Dad…did she just call Mr. Gill, my lawyer, Dad?
    I followed behind Mr. Gill in silence, trying to get my thoughts together.
    As soon as we reached his office, I questioned him.
    “So, she’s your daughter?” I asked impatiently.
    “Yes---my oldest,” he said.
    “But---,”
    “But I’m white? Yes, my first wife was Latino. She took a lot after her mom. She actually looks just like her. So, what brings you by?” Mr. Gill asked, getting straight down to business.
    I rushed through our conversation so that I could leave. I had a whole lot of thoughts that I had to sort out.
    Silvia, Joey’s wife was a lawyer?
    And a daughter of a very wealthy lawyer, which meant that Silvia had her own money…and came from money.
    So Joey had been lying this whole time?
    Mr. Gill had been my families’ lawyer since we’d moved to Georgia and Daddy started making the big bucks. The people that he represented were doctors, athletes, movie stars, or basically, people with a whole lot of unnecessary money.  And most of the people at his firm handled the same kinds of people.
    So with that being said, I wouldn’t be surprised if Silvia had just as much, if not more money than Joey.
    He’d been lying to me the entire time.
    He hadn’t stayed married to her because of money. He had stayed married to her because he’d wanted to.
    I was furious.
    I know, I have my own things that aren’t exactly perfect, but at least I was honest with Joey. He was the only person in my life that I had ever been completely honest with and I thought that he was being honest with me too.
    I wanted so badly to call him, and give him a piece of my mind but what was the point?
    It was my own fault for dealing with him as long as I had, while we were both married.
    Until I calmed down, I sat in my car in front of Santana’s office for a while. Thoughts of him crossed my mind, but they were quickly replaced by Joey.
    I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss him; I did.
    But I knew that it was best if I stayed as far away from him as possible.
    Maybe Daddy had been right all those years ago; maybe I should have never opened that door again.
    But no matter what nonsense or truth I tried to tell myself, I was still hurting inside.
    The sound of thunder caused me to change my mind about surprising Santana at work, so I started my car. But just as I headed out the parking lot, a license plate caught my attention.
    A custom made North Carolina State tag.
    Joey.
    I stopped directly behind his black Avalanche truck.
    What the hell was he doing at Santana’s office?
    I couldn’t park and get out of my car fast enough.
    Literally, I ran inside of the building. I waved to the front desk help and walked passed her toward Santana’s office.
    Without knocking, I simply opened the door.
    ~***~
    “Baby, can you believe that the marketing guru that we hired gave us our money back. He says that he has to pass on our job. Something about having too many projects to squeeze us in,” Santana explained.
    That day I walked into Santana office breathless.
    Joey was sitting across from Santana and