Mary Monroe - God Aint Blind

GOD AINT BLIND

God Aint Blind

Mary

Monroe

KENSINGTON BOOKS

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This book is dedicated in loving memory of Ocie Mae Bonner, my mother. She was the first person to tell me that God dont like ugly. But she didnt stop there. She also told me that God still dont like ugly, God dont play, God aint blind, God aint through yet, God dont make no mistakes, God aint no fool, God aint crazy, and so on. When it came to my writing, she told me, Girl, if you gonna be a bear, be a grizzly. That was her way of telling me to reach for the stars. My mother had to drop out of school in the fifth grade and go to work in the fields of rural Alabama. Before she crossed over, she read as much of God Dont Like Ugly as she could understand. That was when she told me that God was still working on her through me.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Andrew Stuart is one of the best literary agents in the business. I am truly blessed to be one of his clients.

I am also blessed to be a member of the Kensington Books family. Thanks to Selena James, my wonderful editor and mentor.

Thanks to Maureen Cuddy, Laurie Parkin, Jessica McLean, and especially the wonderful crew in the sales department for going all the extra miles for me. To everyone else at Kensington, you guys make me feel like royalty!

From the bottom of my heart I thank Ella Powers (Las Vegas), Lizel and Wyrita (Baltimore), Louise Cooks (Richmond, Califor-nia), the Komatsu Yakamoto family (Japantown, San Francisco) and every single one of my other readers for supporting my work.

And to each of the hundreds of fans who claim to be my number one fan, you are all number one to me.

Thanks to Lauretta Pierce for maintaining my Web site and promoting my books with so much vigor.

A lot of my readers sent ideas and plot suggestions from around the world to me for this book. A few called me up to put in their two cents during my live telephone interviews while I was on my book tour! Well, I listened. Are you all happy now? And, yes there will be more books in my God Dont Like Ugly series.

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All the best,

Mary Monroe

September 2009

C H A P T E R 1

If you dont get yourself out of this vehicle and into that motel room and screw that man, Ill go up in there and do it myself!

I never expected my best friend to encourage me to have an affair. I always thought that shed be the main person who would try and talk me out of it. Especially since she and my husband had been like brother and sister for most of their lives. But that was exactly what she was trying to do now. I knew this sister like I knew the back of my hand, so I knew she was not going to stop until I had stepped out of my panties, stretched out on my back, and opened my legs for a man who was not my husband. One of the reasons was that my girl was having an affair herself. I knew that if I got involved in one, she wouldnt feel so guilty.

I was still strapped in by my seat belt, and I was in no hurry to unfasten it. I dont know if Im ready to cheat on my husband, I admitted. Despite the words of protest that tumbled out of my mouth and my reluctance, I was not going to reject Rhodas orders. I just didnt want her to know how eager I really was to jump into bed with another man. I liked to mess with her from time to time, just enough to provoke her. It kept our crazy relationship exciting. I really dont know if I can do this, I mumbled for the third time in the last two minutes. I sounded so weak and uncon-2

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vincing that even I didnt believe what I was saying. So stop trying to rush me!

Rush you ? Woman, weve been sittin here for ten minutes

tick-tock, tick-tock. And you rushed me to drive your horny black ass over here. Rhoda gave me a disgusted look before she unfastened my seat belt like I was a stubborn two-year-old.

I know that. I just need to think, I whimpered.

You need to think about what? she demanded, slapping the side of the steering wheel with the palm of her hand.

I need to think about what Im doing and why, I replied, wring-ing my sweaty hands.

Now that the moment had arrived, I was sitting here acting like a frightened virgin, and it made no damn sense. This had been in the works for weeks. And mewith my weak selfI was just as eager to fuck the man who was awaiting my arrival in the motel room as he was to fuck me. He had made his intentions known the moment he stuck his fingers inside my panties in a restaurant booth the first time I spent time with him in public. Id wanted to throw him down on that restaurant table and fuck his brains out then.

And that was exactly what I planned to do as soon as I got up enough nerve to take my ass into that motel room.

Honey, I can tell you why youre doin this. You need it. Your fuckin, uh, fuck quota is bankrupt. Rhoda laughed.

Thats not funny, and I wish youd stop making jokes about my personal life, I snapped.

Im sorry, girlfriend, she said, stroking my hair. All I want is for you to be happy. Im gettin sick of your long, frustrated face, and of the jealous looks I always get from you when I get mine. Its time for you to get yours, and I am not goin to let up until you do.

Do you hear me?

I sure do hear you, Miss Pimp, I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Excuse me?

Rhoda, if I didnt know any better, Id swear you were getting paid for this. And for the record, I am not jealous of you. You can get that notion out of that head of yours right now. You dont have a damn thing Id want.

Except a man who knows and wants to take care of my needs.

GOD AIN T BLIND

Now you move it. Go on now. Rhoda clapped her hands together twice like a drill sergeant, bumped her knee against mine, and motioned with her head toward the door on my side. You go into that room so you can get laid like youre supposed to be. Shoo! This time she tapped the side of my leg with the toe of her black leather boot.

I still didnt move. I couldnt stop myself from glancing toward the motel entrance from the motels parking lot, where we had parked. And I couldnt stop myself from hoping that the good loving that the man in the motel room had promised me was going to be worth my while. Rhoda was right. My fuck quota was bankrupt. I had not had any good loving in a while. As a matter of fact, I hadnt had any loving period in a while now. I was so hot and horny, I was about ready to explode like a firecracker.

The Do Drop Inn was the kind of motel that people snuck in and out of, in disguise if they were smart. It was a cheap, one-story place in an industrial area off the freeway, with a sign that adver-tised rates by the hour, cable TV, XXX-rated movies, a heated pool, and vibrating beds.

Last month, during Memorial Day weekend, when a sister from my church was checking into this notorious love nest with her white lover, her husband was checking out with his lover at the same time.

All hell broke loose that night. The husband, an avowed racist, seemed more pissed off about his wife having a white lover than he was about her having an affair. Not only did the cops have to be called, but an ambulance, too. The two sisters ended up in the hospital; the husband went to jail. And the only reason that the white man escaped injury was because he had fled the scene before the husband could get his hands on him. It was the kind of scandal that the people in Richland, Ohio, sunk their teeth into. Especially when it involved somebody in the church.

As a member of the Second Baptist Churcheven though I attended services only about once a month nowI knew that if I got caught entering or leaving a motel with a man other than the one I was married to, my goose would be cooked alive. My dull husband would die. Not because Id kill him in self-defense, but because hed be so shocked and disappointed, hed probably drop dead. And knowing my mother, shed probably come after me with 4