Dilemmas (Part 1)
Authors: Lae'Zriah Justice
WARNING:
This book is for sale to
ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY
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Contains reluctance, multiple partners, anal sex, nongraphic violence, and gay love all of which may be considered offensive by some readers.
All sexually active characters in this work are at least 18 years of age
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No part of his publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, to include photocopying, recording, or any other mechanical methods, without prior written permission from the publisher.
This work is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is purely coincidental.
Cover Design by: Desmond Omar Kent Sr.
Edited by: CreateSpace
Copyright © 2013 Lae’Zriah Justice
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 1481923277
ISBN-13: 9781481923279
eBook ISBN: 978-1-63003-218-0
Dedication
To my children for being the light of my life: I am honored and proud to be the mother of such wonderful children. I love you all so very much! To all of the readers, I hope that you enjoy this book as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank my Heavenly Father, for He is the head of my life and without Him I am nothing. I would like to acknowledge my children for all of your support and belief in me to complete my book. I know that I drove you crazy while walking around the house rambling, but you embraced everything and remained supportive. Thank you to my mother, without you; I would not be who I am today. To my father, thank you for your love and guidance. Thank you to my grandparents, for staying strong and being there for me. To my daughter Destiny, without you, this would have not been possible. To my daughter Emma, I love you sweetheart! Thank you to my sister Pebbles Kral for letting me wake you up at two in the morning to read, the constant push, and the belief you have in me to pursue my dreams. Thanks to my brothers, Law and Dee, for all of your love and support. Thank you also to my sister Chasity Grady for continued encouragement and presence when no one else was around and your uplifting words of wisdom. I love you girl! Thank you to my friend Zeke Wells for the late nights, continued encouragement, love, and support from across the miles. To M. “Tony” S., I love you so much! Thank you for putting the first buzz in my ear to write a book. Thank you to my sister Giah Rachelle Moss for encouragement and knowledge. I love you, chica! Thanks to my friend Denise Jones for listening to me talk about my ideas and for help and assistance in all that you do for me. Thank you to B.A. for your positivity and support. You are a wonderful person, indeed, and to Pat for listening to my mouth EVERY morning. Thank you for the motivation.
Table of Contents
He could still smell her: the soft, sweet scent of her perfume over the smell of a freshly bathed body. Her hair was slightly wet from her bath. Her skin was smooth, silky, and soft to the touch. He ran his hands down her nicely toned body, firmly caressing her ass. He could feel her lips gliding about his body as though he tasted like the sweetest piece of liquid filled candy dripping from her lips. She could not get enough of his body on her lips. She licked his chest and nibbled on his nipples. She ran her tongue down his stomach and then to the top of his dick. The need to taste him overtook her, and she became wet with the anticipation of him sliding his dick deep inside her. She kissed and licked his body even more aggressively. Her hands moved about him softly, caressing every erotic part of him. As she gripped his chest and licked his earlobe, he let out a soft moan. She whispered
in his ear, “I want this, Maurice.”
The warmth of her naked body next to his aroused him almost to the point of ejaculation. He became eager to feel her wetness all over him. She moved her leg across his body in order to rub it against his hard dick. He whispered back, “I’m all yours, Dr. Aiden.”
His heart rate began to increase as he prepared to flip her over and spread her legs wide, shaking with the thought of sliding into her, and then he…woke up to a slap to the face. “Who in the
hell
is Dr. Aiden?” his wife asked.
Maurice abruptly woke from a dream that nearly took him to ejaculation pleasure, only to see his wife, Bevelyn, staring at him as though she would remove an organ if he did not have the right response. Her eyes were red from anger, her hair was falling into her face, and her fists were balled up. He attempted to get out of the bed because of his awkward erection,
and she pushed him back. She slapped him again. “I asked you a damn question: who in the
hell
is she?”
Maurice explained that he did not know the name Dr. Aiden outside of the dream he was having. His wife was not convinced by his explanation. He jumped out of bed, using his hand as a guard over his dick. She sat in bed watching him as he stumbled to the bathroom.
Maurice was a sexy man. At six feet two inches, his broad shoulders and beautiful smile captured any woman. He had a seductive, deep voice and the perfect gift of gab. He had a way of talking the underwear off a woman before she even realized he’d said hello. His lips were full, and he licked them regularly as he spoke. His eyes were a beautiful brown and lazy. His skin was like a smooth, dark caramel. He smelled of cologne at all times. No matter where he went, women flocked to get a glimpse of him, smiling and winking as he passed by. He was not a conceited man but very confident.
Bevelyn was a beautiful woman. At five feet seven inches tall and weighing 150 pounds, she was very curvy, with a full C-cup bra size. Her hair was brown, and her eyes were hazel, with long and full eyelashes. Her skin was like a milky caramel that is beautiful and flawless. She had a big, deep dimple on her left cheek. Her clothes always caressed her body because she loved to show off her figure.
While Maurice was in the shower, Bevelyn went through his cell phone, iPad, and wallet for any information that could lead to this mysterious doctor. She was wracking her brain, trying to think of any doctor she had run across. After all, she visited the hospital regularly to keep tabs on Maurice, an x-ray technician, well known due to her frequent, embarrass
ing visits to the hospital. Everyone knew Mrs. Maurice Galvinston even before she went to the hospital to meet a new employee. The employees would sit around laughing at the last episode of Bevelyn.
Bevelyn made it her business to know all the nurses and doctors. She even went out of her way to meet new employees. The more she thought about it, the more she knew that she was not familiar with the name Dr. Aiden.
After her failed efforts of locating helpful information, she decided to call her informant; Maurice’s adopted cousin Nedia, to complain about Maurice’s dream episode. Nedia was an orthopedic doctor at the hospital and had always been the eyes and ears for Bevelyn when she’s not around. Maurice knew that Nedia had taken to Bevelyn as family but was truly unaware of just how close they were.
