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Mrs. Jones
Book One of the Jones Series
B.M. Hardin
Copyrights 2014
Savvily Published LLC
B.M. Hardin
Chapter One
I couldnt help but wonder if anyone else noticed that I was reciting my part of the wedding vows, before the preacher had even stopped talking.
After all, this was my third time around.
Naturally, I had memorized what it was that I was supposed to say.
Here I was again, for the third time, standing at an altar, in an off white wedding gown, vowing to love the man standing across from me forever.
I tried to look as happy and as hopeful as I had the first time around; though I had the feeling that I wasnt exactly selling the part as well as Id hope to.
I glanced briefly at my parents. They were smiling, but their eyes seemed to be passing judgment. Earlier that day Daddy had made a comment saying that this was his fourth time given a daughter awaybut he only had two daughters. You, damn right I was offendbut he was right.
After all, being on my third husband was just a tad bit depressing.
But I was already in my thirties; and if I didnt marry now, Id probably spend the rest of my life alone.
And that was something I just couldnt do.
And believe me I wasnt in this situation because I wanted to be. If it had been up to me, Id still been married to one of my first two husbands. But lets just say that forever had come a lot sooner than Id thought it would.
But on the bright side of things, Id always heard that good things happen in threesdid that apply to marriages too?
Its been said that the third time was the charm and for my sake, and Santanas, I sure hope so.
I smiled sincerely at Santana.
Santana Jones was the definition of a damn good man. From the very beginning, he had been nothing but good to me and in almost two years, I could truly say that he was still the same man that hed always been.
You know, most people change as time goes by; but not Santana.
Santana was adorably charming, exciting and witty. He was like a rainbow at the end of a stormy day or that first cup of coffee first thing in the morning.
And I guess it didnt hurt that he had a good bit of money; not a lot---but enough.
We could live comfortably, and worry free. I didnt have to work, and it was more than enough to keep us stress free.
ButI must admit; it was a lot less than I was used to.
My first husband had been a doctor; the second had owned his very own technology company.
And Santana, well, he just owned one-fourth of a construction company.
Santana and three of his friends from college started the business from scratch only a year or so after graduating. Granted, theyd made a good bit of money, and had come a long way from where theyd started, but after expenses and splitting everything four ways---it was just enough.
And Lord knows that if it wasnt for Santana, they would have probably been out of business a long time ago.
Santana was the brains of the operation; the man in the suit, behind the desk, finding and landing the contracts for their business. He went in the office during the week every single day as if he had to, to make sure that he kept things going for them. The other three were some of the laziest men Id ever met. But they were his friendsnot mine.
But getting back to the point, Santanas life style just wasnt as lavish as I was accustomed to.
I guess in a way that was a good thing.
Money was the root, the branch; hell the whole damn tree, of evil.
Everyone wanted a piece of the pie, and experience had taught me that they were willing to do pretty much anything to get it.
But if I had to be completely honest, with or without Santana, money was the least of my worries. I had more than enough of it stashed away; but that was a conversation for another day.
Santana and I met by mistake, and hed swept me off of my feet by surprise.
The day that wed met, Santana had actually mistaken me for someone else. I turned around to face him with an attitude, but instantly my face softened as I glared at the six foot, almond complexion sensation.
At first glance, I could tell that he wasnt exactly on my level---income wise that is, but for some reason, I just didnt care. And Santana could obviously tell that I was what you would call, well off , but that hadnt stopped him from giving me an overload of his Southern charm.
And it worked.
I never once thought about being with an average guy.
Id always thought that I needed more. But as it turns out, Santana was everything Id ever needed and wanted in a man; and I was so grateful, happy, to be standing in front of him about to say I do.
Hungrily eyeing him in his all white tux, I continued to grin at him as he recited his vows to me. He said them with so much joy; so much hope. A blind man could see that this man loved me with everything that he had in him. Santana loved me so much and it showed in everything that he said and in everything that he did.
I couldnt believe that I almost didnt marry him.
Though it wasnt exactly the time or place to reminisce, I thought briefly about a few weeks before the wedding.
Joey crossed my mind.
What can I say about Joeyexcept thatI loved him; and I always had.
Joey and I had grown up together in North Carolina. We were like two peas in a pod growing up. We were best friends and hoping to make that transition into being something more. But when my family moved to Georgia, I had no idea that I would be saying goodbye to Joey foreversort of.
My Daddy thought that Joey was a bad influence on me and I was forbidden from keeping in contact with him.
My guess was since Joey was a tad bit older than I was, Daddy was thinking that the obvious had already happened; or that it wouldnt be long before it actually did. Either way, hed taken away the only person that Id ever truly cared about.
At first, it was the hardest thing Id ever had to do but eventually, my life went on. And after a while, Joey simply became a distant memory.
That is until Mr. Memory resurfaced all of years and years later.
I was celebrating my 28 th birthday with my first husband, Tony, at a restaurant one evening when I accidently bumped into a gentleman on my way to the bathroom.
Joey.
We both stared at each other in complete awe.
He was my first love; my first everything.
And there he was, in the fleshlooking like a million bucks.
After the initial shock and brief conversation, I found out that he was now living in Georgia, and had been for the past few years; just in the next town over.
I couldnt believe my ears.
All of the emotions that I had buried for him had come rushing back to my heart and my remembrance all at once. He was my weakness. I had such a weak spot for him; similar to the way that most people had a weakness for chocolate or ice cream.
And lets just say that Joey quickly became my favorite desert.
Of course, one thing led to the next and Joey and I began to have an affair; during my first marriage, my second, and well as for the third
I now pronounce you husband and wife. Please kiss your bride
The preachers announcement interrupted my thoughts of Joey.
Coming to, I winked an eye at Santana as he puckered up and kissed me like never before.
I really did love him; I wasnt sure if I was totally or extremely in love with him, but still yet, I loved him.
Santanas rough hands caressed my cheeks as our lips continued to do their first official dance as husband and wife.
Finally, allowing me to come up for air, Santana smiled at me and stared deep into my eyes.
I love you, he said softly.
I know, I smirked and grabbed his hand as we faced the cheering crowd.
After jumping the broom, we both began to run until we were completely out of the church doors.
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