The Shocking Truth About Ramsey by Jennifer L. Ray

and your sister would have somewhere to live.  I never had to work because he paid the bills.  All he cared about was taking care of you and your sister.  He is the real thing.  I'm not.  I'm as fake as plastic.  Please go get him," she sobbed into his phone.   
    Talmus was shaking.  He had never heard his mother cry real tears of pain. He had never heard her speak badly about herself.  She was in so much pain he could feel it.  He was sensitive like that.  He had no idea what was going on and why she had made this sudden change, but it scared him. 
    "Momma, you aren't about to do anything to hurt yourself are you," he whispered into the phone. 
    "No, baby.  I'm about to start healing.  I have a lot of making up to do.  Don't tell your father about our conversation.  Just go get him and be kind to him.  He deserves nothing but respect and kindness from you.  Do you hear me, Talmus?"
    "I do," he said.  She hung up, leaving Talmus alone in his emotional upheaval.  He shut and locked the door to his beautiful home and climbed into his luxury car to go meet the father he had never known and had always hated.  He was torn between real anger and desperate confusion.  People were always asking too much from him.  He was only a man.   He kept driving though.  Every man needed to know his father.   Here was his chance.   He just didn't understand why his life was always either heaven or mostly hell and nothing in between.  He wanted and needed the in between.  

CHAPTER 16
    Ramsey stood in the lobby at ten o'clock sharp waiting on Jackson.  After five minutes, she called him.  Maybe he had gone to sleep or something, because she knew he had not forgotten or she hoped he hadn't forgotten.  His voice was clear and he didn't sound sleepy at all when he answered the phone, which made her mad. 
    "Where are you?  I'm in the lobby waiting on you," she said. 
    Jackson frowned into the phone.  Herby must not have told her that he knew about her "future plans."  Well, he wasn't going to be the one to inform her that her father was a busybody.  Plus the man had done him a favor.  He hated being in the dark about anything and he would have been making a fool out of himself right now, if it had not been for Herby Laughterdale.  So, Jackson decided not to make trouble for the man. 
    "Look.  I think what happened last night was nice, but I don't want things to get too complicated.  We might need to back up and take things a little slower."
    "So, you're not coming," she said flatly. 
    She was angry.  Jackson could hear it in her voice.  He hesitated before finally saying, "No." 
    "Fine, Jackson.  I won't bother you ever again.  I'm glad you at least gave me the chance to give you what you deserved after all the trouble you went through all those many years ago. It was certainly my pleasure."  She pressed the red button and dropped her phone into her purse. 
    She was angrier than she had ever been in her life.  Her heart was beating fast and her face and chest burned with righteous indignation. Who did he think he was?  Just last night she had given her virginity to him, technically, for the second time and just like the first time he had turned his back on her.  She was not sixteen and stupid.  She was a grown woman, a doctor, educated and beautiful.  No man could look at her the way Jackson had, if she was not truly beautiful.  Sex with him had been more than pleasure.  It had been like looking into the mirror for the first time.  He had shown her himself, but she had finally gotten a chance to see herself clearly too.  She was beautiful. Her body was made for a man's body.  She had loved the way she fit against him.  The differences in the curve of her hands, stomach, thighs, and butt from his had made her aware of how sensual she was and just where a woman's power lay in the game of sex.  If he thought for one minute that she was going to chase after him, then he was sadly mistaken.