Slow Seduction (34 page)

Jenisha sat at her desk inside her new office and stared at the box the deliveryman dropped off twenty minutes ago. She had offered him a tip, but he refused, telling her that someone had already taken care of it. She still hadn’t worked up enough nerve to open the box and look inside of it. She remembered Clinton telling her about the boxes that his mother left for him and Hayward. How Mrs. Campbell wanted her two sons to give the boxes to the women they loved once they found them.

Clinton had been trying for months to get her to open up, but what difference would it make? They were in two different worlds now. He didn’t love her like he use to, so what would be the purpose of looking inside the box?

She wanted to give it back to him, but deep down she wanted to know what was inside. Opening up the velvet box from his mother, Jenisha found a diamond and ruby bracelet. A note was attached.

Hello,

If you are reading this, you’re the lucky lady my Clinton has decided to spend the rest of his life with. I hope you know how special you are, because out of my two sons, Clinton is the one I worried about the most.

He could never really choose the right woman. Always going out with the ones who were either too young or the types who wanted his money. Please don’t allow any harsh words he may speak to keep you from loving him. He has always had a quick temper and spoke out of turn and then regretted days or a week later.

My Clinton has always been passionate about everything, and he can be a very loving man. Please take my son’s love and cherish it for the treasure it is, because he doesn’t offer it freely.

Linda Campbell

Jenisha got choked up at the emotions she still felt for Clinton. Grabbing a tissue, she wiped her eyes and read his letter which was lying beneath his mother’s.

Sweetheart,

Please read this letter completely. I know what I did was horrible and forgiveness may be a long way off, but I know you’re still in love with me as I am with you. God, I wasn’t a good husband to you after I found out about your secret. Instead of being supportive of your needs and feelings, I turned into a heartless bastard only thinking about myself.

I can’t take back any of the things I said or did. However, I can slowly make up for it. Don’t take our family’s happiness away because of my stupidity. The one thing that caused me to fall in love with you was your sweet, forgiving nature. Can you find it in your heart to absolve me of my past?

Precious, I honestly didn’t come back because I found out about Dylan. I was coming back to you regardless, and finding out about our son happened to be a bonus.

I love you.

Your husband,

Clinton.

Clinton stood silently in the office doorway, watching his wife cry at his letter. He prayed this would bring her back to him. The past few months had been hell without having her in his arms. He knew the tension in the house wasn’t good for Dylan either. His eyes moved to the wonderful bundle in his arms-his beautiful baby boy. Jenisha had given him the greatest gift a woman could give a man.

“I didn’t want to make you cry,” he muttered from the door.

Grabbing a couple of tissues, Jenisha wiped her eyes and blew her nose before tossing the tissues into the trash can. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to see how upset my letter made you,” he answered, wondering if his letter helped or hurt his situation.

Jenisha rose out of the chair and came toward him. “I’m fine. You caught me at a bad time. How is my little boy doing?” She asked Dylan like he wasn’t even there.

Hearing Jenisha’s voice, he watched their son turn his head in her direction. Jenisha took Dylan out of his arms and carried him back over to her desk. “Did you miss mama? I know how much I missed you.” Walking around the desk, Jenisha placed Dylan inside his playpen with his favorite toy, a stuffed Sylvester, a gift from his godmother True.

“Clinton, I think we need to talk,” Jenisha said, coming back to the desk.

Clinton didn’t like the look in her eyes. Whatever she said, he prayed the word divorce didn’t come from her lips, because he wasn’t going to allow it to happen. “Wait, I have to say something first,” he choked out.

Jenisha stopped in front of her desk and stared over at the man she loved more than anything in the world, but she had to let him go. Clinton really didn’t love her even if his letter said so. It was still the guilt talking. She couldn’t let him go on thinking he owed her something. Jenisha wanted all of him, and if she couldn’t have that, their marriage would have to end. There was no way she could stay in the same home with him and not fall more in love than she already was. He already possessed too much of her soul.

“Fine, you can go first,” she muttered.

What Clinton did next shocked the hell out her. A six feet four inch man came across the room and dropped down to his knees in front of her. Wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on his stomach.

“Please don’t take Dylan and leave me,” he begged. “I love and adore you, Mrs. Jenisha Campbell. I don’t want to lose my family. Don’t pushed me back to the miserable life I had before you came into my life,” her husband pleaded with her.

“I finally have what my parents had, and I can’t lose it. You and my son are everything to me. Whatever you had to say I can agree to it, but not if it involves a divorce or one of us moving out of the house,” Clinton muttered, his voice cracking with pain.

“I’ll do anything for you. Don’t you understand that by now? You’re my next breath, and when I die I will take my last breath while looking into you beautiful eyes.” Clinton raised his head up and gazed into her eyes. “Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Jenisha ran her fingers through her husband’s dark hair, shaken by his words. She honestly thought Clinton didn’t want her in his life anymore and was ready to let him go, but he didn’t want to leave her. He was still in love with her.

A smile spread across her face. “Clinton, please get up, so I can see your face when I say this.”

Slowly,
Clinton
rose to his full height, dreading the words Jenisha was about to say. “Clinton Campbell, I hope you are ready because you are going to be stuck with me for a very long time. I can’t let you go either, baby. I love you,” Jenisha cried, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Clinton
’s arms engulfed her, swinging her around and around. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

“Yes, I want us to stay a family,” She yelled in the room.

Clinton
kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of his wife, and then hugged her body back to his whispering, “I guess my slow seduction worked after all.”

Leaning back, Jenisha looked up at him. “What did you say?”

“Nothing, I’ll tell you later,” he said against her lips.

Standing at the window, Jenisha watched her sexy husband outside playing with their two-year-old son Dylan. He never missed out on a chance to play with him each day after work or before bedtime.

She knew Dylan was a little spoiled, but he was such a miracle they couldn’t resist doing it. Dr. Evans had ordered her old medical report and the other doctors were correct. She wasn’t suppose dto be able to have children, so Dylan was a miracle and she had something else amazing to tell her handsome husband.

Going outside, she leaned against the rail on the deck, knowing she couldn’t ask for a more perfect family. Everything between her and Clinton was wonderful and his business was bringing in money. So much so that he was thinking about expanding again to another state.

Jenisha knew
Clinton
thought things couldn’t get more perfect than they already were, but she had a surprise for him. She got off the porch and walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder.

Looking over his shoulder,
Clinton
smiled at his wife. “I’m happy you decided to come outside. Are you feeling any better, baby?” he asked, concerned.

“I need to talk to you,” she whispered, touching him on the chest.

Clinton
told Dylan to go play in the sandbox. Dylan ran over to his favorite place in the backyard. “What is it?” Concerned filled his deep voice.

Jenisha moved him over to sit down in one of the chairs by the porch. “Darling, you are scaring me,”
Clinton
choked out, his green eyes clouded with worry.

Jenisha touched the side of his face. “Dr. Evans just called me back and he knows what has been wrong with me.”

Clinton
closed his eyes, praying it wasn’t anything serious. Grabbing his hand, she placed it on her flat stomach. “He said I’m two months pregnant.”

“Are you positive?” he whispered as a tear slid down his cheek. Jenisha wiped the tear away with a finger.

“Yes, and there’s a good chance it might be twins.”

He stood up pulling Jenisha gently into his arms. “Mrs. Campbell, what did I ever do to deserve a woman as special as you?”

“You believed in our love when I didn’t,” she answered, kissing him on the lips.

Cradling her beloved face in his hands, he replied, “I never thought for a moment you wouldn’t be my wife, and I’m glad I made it happen.

“So am I, baby. So am I,” Jenisha whispered, pulling her husband’s face down for another kiss.

The End