Authors: Marie Rochelle
Me and Mrs. Jones
A novel of erotic romance by
Published by Phaze Books
Also by Marie Rochelle
A Taste of Love: Richard
Alpha Male Incorporated: Under Your Protection
Closer to You: Lee
My Deepest Love: Zack
All the Fixin’
Caught 2: Anja’s Return
Closer to You: Lee
My Deepest Love: Zack
Crossing the Railroad
The Men of CCD: Loving True
The Men of CCD: Tempting Turner
The Men of CCD: Slow Seduction
The Men of CCD: Help Wanted
So Much Better
Taken by Storm
Roped Into You
This is an explicit and erotic novel
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of adult readers. Please keep
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Me and Mrs. Jones
Copyright © 2011 by Marie Rochelle
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Edited by Judy Bagshaw
Cover Art © 2011 by Niki Browning
First Edition November 2010
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To my favorite couple: Jesse and Angie
The loud irritating sound of the alarm clock buzzed for a third time before a slim caramel hand finally found its way from underneath the thick covers and hit the snooze button, ending the suffering. Pushing the covers off her body, Renee Jones stretched her arms above her head trying to chase the remainder of sleep from her limbs.
If today had been any other day, she would have made a feeble excuse to stay in bed late; however today was different. Taking into account the gratifying turnout for the show at her art gallery
last night, she was ready to get a jump start on her day. The first thing on her list was to add all of the names from the business cards she’d collected last night to her mailing and email lists. She was steadily increasing the number of people who wanted to be kept informed about her gallery.
She probably wouldn’t send out another major announcement for about three months because it would be in the closest proximity to her next show. If she sent them out too early, it might get lost in the shuffle of her buyers’ everyday lives. However, Renee planned to have a small show in a couple of weeks to debut two of her new artists who couldn’t make it last night.
Renee had been more than a little nervous that the community wouldn’t embrace her vision or the art she thought was worthy of her support. She felt that being able to use your hands in that manner was the highest form of creativity. In her mind, there wasn’t anything more rewarding than making a living surrounded by original art, have people walk in and give praise to the artist and then pay you for your dream job.
Despite the recession, over fifty percent of the community showed up with their checkbooks in hand and the majority of paintings and sculptures along with several photographs sold in less than three hours. She wasn’t too sure if some of the more modern art work would draw anyone’s attention, but those were snatched up within the first hour of the doors opening.
Last night truly had been a dream come true for her because she had dreamt of having her own art gallery for as long as she could remember. If it hadn’t been for her best friends Dana and Cruz, she might not have ever finally taken the leap to make everything happen. In order to accomplish this, it had taken her a while to carve out her own niche in the art world and claim it as hers.
At first, Renee had tried her best to know something about all of the artwork out there including African American painters, and even streets artists who did graffiti but she started failing badly. It finally dawned on her.
might run better if she picked one certain style of art and became the best expert she could about it. So, in the end Renee decided to go with all the impressionist artists she could find who would allow her to sell their talented work in her gallery.
Hardcore collectors appreciated detailed knowledge from educated dealers who knew the era they were selling and could relay such things as the significance of the art, style, and meaning without too much confusion.
Renee’s smile slowly slipped from her face as she also remembered what else her two best friends had done for her. They had made her see that she wasn’t going to get her art gallery off the ground if Robert was still in her life with his unwanted complaints whispered in the background. Dana’s and Cruz’s constant advice was finally what opened her eyes to how badly her ex-husband Robert had been treating her.
He wanted her to help him with all of his wild and unsuccessful ideas, but he hated the thought of being at her side for anything important. How she ever allowed herself to stay married to him for over ten years she would never know.
For the longest time, she thought Robert Jones was the love of her life and he could
do any wrong. Never in her life would she ever think he could be cheating on her with another woman...who turned out to be their real estate agent. Sheila helped them get this house when they ultimately made the decision to move from their fast-paced life in South Carolina to the smaller town of Wicker Valley, Texas.
God, what a fool she had been to not realize Robert wasn’t working late all of those nights. She guessed she didn’t want to believe in the cliché of it all, but sadly it ended up being true.
Renee never guessed her ex-husband was cheating until he came home from his ‘late night meetings’ smelling like Sheila’s cheap perfume. The second she realized Robert was finding satisfaction in another woman’s arms she waited up late for the lying asshole and confronted him. They had ended up getting into a huge argument.
What had gotten her the most was Robert actually had the gall to try to put the blame on her. He accused her of caring more about her worthless art gallery than trying to save their ten year marriage.
After that blistering insult, Robert continued to throw the details of his sickening affair in her face: about how, unlike her, Sheila showed him each and every night how much she needed him in and out of the bedroom.
Renee, tell me why would I want to be with you anymore? All you want to do is spend your time in a huge room with walls covered in useless art work? I have a woman now who wants me and I’m not about to give that up for you or anyone else.
She lost count of how many times she had heard the words repeated over and over in her mind. Robert’s words were meant to be cruel and they were just that.
Once their huge fight was over, Robert packed up some of his clothing and stormed out of the house. Her ex-husband was so skillful at his mind games that he
had her believing that it was her fault he was cheating on her with Sheila until Dana stepped in and made her see Robert was the one with the problem.
It had taken a while for her to finally comprehend. Robert had been growing resentful of her success for a while and was searching for a way to make her feel like she was worthless and the only one responsible one for their marriage ending.
So, after months and months of battling it out in court over small things, the judge finally granted her a divorce. But since she had come into the marriage with more money than Robert, she was ordered to pay him alimony until he was able to support himself or got remarried.
God, how could she have been such a damn fool?
Tossing the covers off her body, Renee sat on the side of her king sized bed and ran her fingers through her hair. Why hadn’t she seen her ex-husband’s true identity before they moved here? She had loved her life in South Carolina.
All of her family and friends were there plus she had been about to get a promotion at her job at the art museum. Everything was going perfect for her until Robert came home one day and informed her that he had gotten fired for getting into a fight with his boss.
What person in their right mind would threaten their boss
Yes. Robert had a bad temper, but she never thought it would get that out of hand. Her ex-husband was lucky enough that he only got escorted out of the building instead of led out in handcuffs.
Leaving her home town had been a hard decision on her part, but when Robert was blessed enough to finally land a job out here after searching for over six months she didn’t have the heart to tell him not to accept it because he was her husband and she wanted to support him through his struggles.
God, what a mistake her choice had turned out to be. Within the year, Robert had found his way into Sheila’s bed. If she was honest with herself, Robert’s affairs might have begun earlier than that because she seriously doubted Sheila was the first woman he’d cheated with during their tedious marriage.
The only good thing that came from Robert dragging her miles away from South Carolina was her new home. She loved the Spanish design feel. Keeping the house was the only thing she fought for during the divorce since Robert didn’t have anything she wanted.
Her lying and cheating husband had already taken so much from her, and Renee wasn’t about to back down from the one thing she wanted the most. Surprisingly, Robert had let their house go without any kind of fight on his part.
Renee wasn’t going to give Robert any more of her life. Thank God! He wasn’t her problem anymore. Sheila wanted him and now she had him. She wouldn’t take Robert back in her life even if someone paid her a million dollars.
Getting out of the rumpled bed, Renee was on her way towards the shower when the phone on her nightstand rang. She came back over to it and smiled at the number on the Caller Id.
“Good morning, Dana,” she said, getting back into the bed resting her back against the pillows. “Why are you calling me so early in the morning?”
“Good morning to you too, girlfriend,” Dana replied. “Did you forget what today was?” The sound of people talking and dishes rattling in the background caught Renee’s attention.