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  “It’s not okay. I should’ve been there for you.”

  “You didn’t expect me to tell you I am HIV positive. I might have reacted the same or worse.”

  Andrew moved forward in his chair and took her hand from off her desk. “Leann, I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. It’s not your fault your husband didn’t protect you and your family. He should’ve put you first.”

  She wiped her falling tears with her other hand.

  “You are an amazing woman, and I’ll be here for you if you need me.”

  “What will your wife think of you helping me?”

  “She’s the reason I’m here.”

  She pulled back her hands. “You told her?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to mess with your marriage.”

  “You didn’t. I was expecting her to scream and leave me, but she didn’t. She defended you.”

  “She did?”

  “Leann are you okay?”

  “No, I will never be okay again.” She sniffled. “I’ll be taking pills after pills for the rest of my life.” She broke down.

  Andrew stood, walked behind her desk, and wrapped his arms around her. “You don’t deserve this, but you’re a strong woman. I know it’s hard to see it now, but all you need is faith. You are stronger than this disease.” He rubbed her back. “My sister-in-law had breast cancer, and she beat all the odds. She remained strong.”

  “But cancer is curable. HIV isn’t.”

  He moved away and cupped her face. “You can still live a normal life. You’ll still be able to see your kids grow up. A lot of people don’t get that chance. Please, please don’t let this beat you. Live life to the fullest.”

  “Andrew, I needed to hear those words.”

  He hugged her tight. “Call me if you need anything.”

  She backed away and dabbed a tissue over her face. “Tell your wife I said thank you.”

  “I will.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sherry concentrating on what was on her screen. By the time she looked up with a smile, it was too late.

  “Hey,” said Dean.

  He looked different. He’d lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were sunken in. He strolled over and took a seat in the chair in front her desk. “Your assistant let me in.”

  “I’ll have to have a talk with her.”

  “She knows me.”

  “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How are you doing, Dean?” She eyed him. Up close, he looked like he might be on something. What could have happened to the good-looking man she used to date?

  “I’m okay. I heard through the grapevine that you got yourself married.” He looked around her office.

  “Yes. I know you didn’t come here to congratulate me, so how can I help you?”

  “I was fired from work, and I need money.” He stared at her, giving her chills.

  “And you came to me. Why did you get fired?” She crossed her hands and leaned back. “You had a good job.”

  “They lied on me and said I stole money.”

  She sighed. “Dean, how much?” She understood how it felt to lose an income.

  “Twenty thousand.”

  She looked at him in disbelief. “You want to borrow twenty-thousand dollars.”

  “I didn’t say anything about borrowing. You’re going to give it to me.” He glared at her.

  She laughed. “Are you crazy? I don’t have that kind of money.”

  “Bitch, please.”

  She leaned back a little, surprise at the words that had just left his mouth. “Excuse me?”

  “Sherry, you’re going to give me that money. You can pay me in installments if you want, but you will give me the money.”

  “How you figure?”

  He pulled out his phone, and handed it to her. “Press play.”

  She grabbed the phone from his hand and pressed the button. All she heard was moaning and then, gasping, realized those sounds had come from her. He had a tape of them having sex. She turned it off and threw the phone at him. “Get out!”

  He stood. “I bet your husband and family would love to see this,” he said, smiling.

  She stood. “You wouldn’t!”

  “Your churchgoing parents and that saint of a sister would turn their backs on you once I put this on the Internet—or better yet, publish some pictures.” He laughed, watching her. “It’s in your hands. I have plenty of copies.”

  “What have I ever done to you?”

  “It’s not personal. I’m doing what I need to, to survive.”

  She couldn’t believe Dean would do this to her, especially not now. Her life had just begun to fall into place.

  “I’ll let you know when we’ll meet for the first installment, and don’t even think of telling anybody.” He left and slammed her door shut.

  She dropped down on the chair and thought to herself. She didn’t need her parents’ approval, but this? This was different. This would kill them. This would humiliate them, and Andrew he would think she was a whore. She couldn’t let that—any of that—happen. She would handle this on her own. Dean might have won this round, but not the fight.

  Chapter Twenty

  Two months had passed since Andrew touched Sherry. She knew it was because he wanted to make sure he was clean, but his test came back negative. He’d gotten used to not making love without any barriers in between them, but she needed him. Lying beside him, just holding him, wasn’t cutting it any longer. She knew he needed her as much as she did, because she could hear him masturbating in the bathroom as she took care of herself, too. They—well, she—had one more month to decided if Andrew was what she wanted, but she already knew the answer. Though he was the man she wanted, she hated keeping secrets. She couldn’t tell him; Dean was blackmailing her with a sex tape she hadn’t even known existed.

  Dean had called and told her to meet him at a small, Indian restaurant. Nearly disbelieving her own choices, here she was ready to drop off her first payment. She was still thinking of a way to end this.

  “You’re late,” he said as she sat down in front of him. He stood and tried to kiss her. She backed away, and they sat. At arms’ length, she passed him the envelope she’d filled with money. He picked it up and counted it. “Next time, don’t keep me waiting.”

  She glared at him. “I was only ten minutes late.” She pressed both hands to the tabletop and began to rise.

  “Sit! You’re having lunch with me!”

  “Fuck you!”

  He forcefully grabbed her arm. “Watch your mouth.” His hold got tighter.

  Andrew and Matt entered the restaurant. It was beyond Andrew why his brother would pick this place; the man hated Indian food. Looking around, he was stunned to see Sherry, talking to a man who looked like what Dean would look like, if he’d lost a lot of weight. “Sherry’s here,” he told Matt.

  Matt looked over. “Damn that’s Dean he looks different.”

  “Yeah.” Andrew went to go move. “What is she doing here, I thought she was volunteering?” But Matt stopped him.

  “Dude, don’t you trust your wife?” Matt asked.

  “I do trust her.” Andrew said still looking at them.

  The waitress was about to seat them when Andrew saw Dean forcefully grabbed her. He saw red. “Matt, I will be right back.”

  “What’s wrong?” Matt asked, he hadn’t seen what Andrew had.

  “He just grabbed her.”

  Matt turned to look and his nose started flaring. They both were very overprotective of the people he they loved. Matt took one step and Andrew stopped him.

  “I’ve got this.” He took longs strides toward them.

  Andrew could see the way Sherry glared at Dean’s hand around her arm. Working his way around the outer ring of tables, he stepped closer so he could hear,

  “Let go of me. You are hurting me.” She spoke with a stern voice.

  But he didn’t release her.
/>   “Didn’t you hear her?” Andrew asked. “She said to let her go.”

  Sherry seemed both happy and scared to see him.

  Dean released her, and she went to Andrew’s side. He inspected her arm, which was already turning black and blue.

  He stepped closer and turned her gently, twisting them to show Dean the bruising. “Are you fucking crazy?”

  “Andrew, it’s okay. It was just a misunderstanding.” She pleaded with him, but he stepped closer to Dean.

  “Misunderstanding or not, he doesn’t have a right to put his hands on you.”

  “And why is this any of your business?” For reasons Andrew couldn’t guess at, Dean responded with machismo.

  Andrew clenched his jaw and stared at Sherry. “I guess she didn’t tell you.”

  “Tell me what?”

  “She’s my wife.”

  “She told me she was married,” Dean stated, “but I never asked to who.”

  “So she did tell you, and you still had the nerve to touch her.” Andrew held her hand in his and pointed with the other one. “If you ever touch my wife again, you’ll deal with me. You guys are over. You didn’t give her what she needed, but I will.”

  He turned and Sherry followed him. Considering their privacy, he stopped before getting to his table. “Sorry for almost doubting you. You wouldn’t keep anything from me. I trust you, so I guess you finally told him.”

  She lowered her eyes in shame. “Yes.”

  “Hey, sis,” Matt said. He stood up and kissed her cheek. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, it was just a misunderstanding.”

  Andrew held her hand tightly.

  “I don’t see much of you since you married my brother.”

  They sat down. “Sorry, I’ve been busy.”

  “Matthew told me that Makayla got into your makeup bag!”

  “Yeah.” She answered very quietly.

  “Sherry, are you okay?” Andrew asked.

  Matt met his brother’s gaze before speaking. “You look pale.”

  “I’m okay. I just haven’t eaten today.” She could see little spots.

  Andrew called for the waitress. “Are you sure that’s all?”

  “Yes.” Her head was pounding. She picked up the glass of water and began drinking.

  The waiter came over to take their orders. He looked at her suspiciously. She tried to meet his odd stare, tried to focus on him, his face, anything. The spots behind her eyes grew bigger. She closed her heavy lids as her world went black.

  ***

  Sherry fluttered her eyes open. Her head still pounded.

  “Welcome back, sleepyhead.” With a big grin, Andrew kissed her forehead. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. “You’re in the hospital.”

  “Hospital?”

  “You passed out at the restaurant and we brought you here.”

  “So why are you so happy?” She ran her hands through her hair.

  Shannon ran up to the side of the bed. “Because you’re pregnant!” She kissed and hugged her sister.

  “Well, thank you for letting me tell her,” Andrew said, still staring at Sherry.

  “Sorry, I’m so happy. I’m going to be an aunty.” She jumped up and down slightly.

  Matt came up. “Congratulations! Now that we know what caused your spell, we’re leaving.” Matt took his wife’s hand.

  “But—”

  “They need this time together.” He hugged Andrew. “Congratulations!”

  “Thank you.” He hugged him back.

  “Sherry, if you need me, call,” Shannon said before leaving.

  Sherry couldn’t believe it. Finally, she was about to have her little family. She moved her hands to her stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

  “Yes, baby, you are.” He kissed her forehead again. “Are you okay?”

  “I just have a headache.”

  At that moment the doctor came in. “Mrs. Jones, I’m Doctor Black.” He looked at both of them and continued. “The reason for your blackout and the headache is your blood pressure. It was on the high side, and that concerns me with this pregnancy. We’ll have to control it because it can cause premature labor.”

  “Does she have high blood pressure?” Andrew asked, not looking away from her.

  “Looking at her records she doesn’t seem to have it, but your ob/gyn will monitor you. You’re about ten weeks. You’ll be discharged in a few minutes.” Before he turned to leave he said, “You need to rest”

  She could tell Andrew was doing the math in his head. “I’m two and a half months.”

  “You didn’t feel anything?”

  “No, I spotted last month. It was kind of weird, but I had so much on my mind, I didn’t pay it any attention. The doctor said not to stress about it.”

  He smiled from ear to ear. “We’re finally pregnant.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Andrew walked into their bedroom. He couldn’t believe she was already home and sleeping. Though he took off his tie and suit jacket quietly, he was pissed. He’d missed her first sonogram because he was needed in court.

  Sherry’s belly had grown a bit in the last month, and he loved feeling her. He couldn’t sleep unless his hands were wrapped around her belly, feeling the life they’d created together. There was no question about it. He loved her. He smiled. I found the woman that makes me want to give up everything.

  She turned and looked at him. “Hello.”

  He walked toward the bed, bent down, and kissed her. “I’m sorry. I tried to make it, but the hearing went longer than I thought.”

  “I understand,” she said.

  “How did I get so lucky?”

  She took his hand and put it on her belly. “We’re both lucky,” he began tickling her stomach, which made her laugh.

  “Our baby.” He removed his hand, leaned down, and kissed her belly. “Te amo bebe.”

  “She loves you too.” Sherry put her hands in his hair.

  “Did they tell you it’s a girl?”

  “No, but here.” She dug into the nightstand and pulled out the sonogram the doctor had given her.

  He took it from her. “This is our baby.”

  “Yes! Isn’t she beautiful?” She beamed with joy.

  He turned the picture at all angles until he figured out which parts of the image were feet, head, arms. “You really think it’s a girl?”

  “Call it mother’s intuition.”

  He stood and searched in his pocket and pulled out a red velvet box. “I know our anniversary is in three weeks, but I can’t wait.” He handed her the box.

  She stared at it before opening it. “Andrew, you didn’t….” She didn’t finish her sentence; instead, she covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God, Andrew, it’s beautiful.” She stared at the three-carat princess-cut engagement ring he’d chosen for her.

  Taking her left hand, he placed the ring on her finger until it touched her wedding band. “This is real.” He kissed her finger. “Sherry-Abigail, I adore you.”

  She remained silent. A single tear rolled down her cheek. It was the first time Andrew had ever seen a tear come out of her eyes. He wiped it and kissed her cheek, and then he could wait no more. He took off all his clothes and climbed in bed with her. “I need you.”

  She took his face in her hands. “You have me,” she said, slipping off her shirt and shorts.

  He settled in between her legs, keeping his weight on his elbows. He bent his head and took her lips prisoner. He used his tongue to make love to every inch of her mouth, but instead of taking her prisoner, she took him, swirling her tongue around in his mouth, making him hers. He was finally at home.

  He leaned up off the bed and dug into his nightstand, pulling out a condom, ripped it open and rolled it on his cock, he settled back in between her legs and pushed them open and gently thrust his cock into her, making her gasp.

  “Oh…yes…give me more,” she moaned.

  “Baby….” He slowly thrust into her
while still making love to her mouth. His tongue mimicked his strokes. “Te…adoro,” he said between kisses.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Deeper….”

  Andrew gave her long, deep strokes, taking his time pleasing her, but it wasn’t enough for her. She wanted more. Pushing him off, she straddled him. “I’m not fragile.”

  He took a deep breath as she lowered herself on his cock and began rolling her hips back and forth. He grabbed her hip and slowly thrust into her, and his hands moved up her stomach to her breasts. “Sherry,” he said, between gritted teeth. “I’ve never…felt this way…about any other…woman,” He groaned.

  “An…drew!” She rocked back and forth on his cock. Another tear rolled down her cheek.

  He wiped away her falling tear with his thumb. “Yes…mami, tell me.” Her pussy pulsed, making him lose control. It had been a long time since they’d made love.

  She lowered herself and gripped the sheets. He looked in to her eyes as waves and waves of ecstasy went through her. “I love you,” she whispered.

  He slowed his tempo. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “Say that again.”

  Their eyes never gazed at each other, as she squeezed her pussy muscles around him. “I…said…I love…you.”

  He gazed at her with all the love he felt and cupped her face. “You don’t…know how long I’ve waited…to hear you say those words.”

  He couldn’t control himself any longer, starting to move faster and he came saying. “I love…you. Oh God, I love you.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The evening of their first wedding anniversary, Andrew rushed home, breaking every traffic law. He hadn't thought his case and mediations would last as long as they had. He parked and grabbed the bouquet of roses and a teddy bear from the passenger seat and ran to the front door.

  Fumbling hurriedly with his key, he opened the door and entered. The house was too quiet, and dim.

  “Sherry, I’m so sorry—” He stopped mid-sentence as he entered the dining room. The table was set for two with his favorite dishes, but she was nowhere around. He placed the flowers and the bear on the table and went in search of her.