Honest Deception

By Sophia Janell Taylor

There's an art to being deceptively honest. The 2nd book of this Oxymoron Series picks up where 'Faithful Liar' shockingly dropped off. These characters become more calculating, ruthless, and revengeful with every chapter. Daryl, Giovanni and Tasha's lives begin to shift and take unpredictable turns. While the past victims, Neisha, Kim, Crystal and Brock, flip the script on their oppressors. They're antics will have you laughing and keep you wondering what they could possibly do next. Love, lies, lust and control is the motivation for them all. This book is filled with jaw dropping, seat clenching suspense, and you won't be able to put it down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sophia Janell Taylor
• Release date: May 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9780985933838

Sophia Janell Taylor

Circumstances of life found their way to Sophia's creative spirit many years ago. She realized at a young age that she was gifted with the ability to listen to life stories and translate them in an artful manner. Her background in theatre shines through in her dramatic embellishment of every character she writes. Being born and raised in a gifted family has given Sophia the foundation for many of her talents. She's traveled the country singing, acting, speaking and writing music for many artist. She's the host of several television shows and loves adding her imagination to film projects. Whether it's through her song writing, singing, hosting, speaking, novel writing, producing or acting, she does it all with great passion and relatability. Sophia dedicates most of her time to her many crafts, her family and her community. She'a grateful beyond measure to bring her imaginative world to you. She's a witness that all things are possible with God.

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CHAPTER ONE

Giovanni

What the hell? Dayuumn girl…..OH SHIT, were the only words his mouth could release. She grew more excited with every moan he gave. She slobbed sloppily, while going up and down his shaft, slowly and then more rapidly. Giovanni found himself caught between feelings of ecstasy, and concentrating on the road ahead. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him while cars zoomed, honked and drove around him. You like that? He came to a red light and could barely stop. You like that? She asked him again between licks. His eyes opened and closed as if he were losing consciousness. He could barely respond.

In broad open daylight, G’s mind and his dick were being blown, while heading north bound on Ballenger Road. She had no shame in her game. She didn’t care who saw her or what he thought of her. Her only mission was to blow his mind and fill her mouth. And she accomplished both with ease. She enjoyed controlling and satisfying him out in the open. She got off on it.

Giovanni wanted her to stop, but he wanted her to finish, before she stopped. Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, let me pull over. Chill out for a minute, he said, after looking over at the couple sitting at the light, on the right of them. He wondered if they knew what was going on inside of his truck. It wasn’t hard to figure out. Here he was, in the drivers’ seat, with his eyes rolling in and out, while the top of a head appeared and disappeared. They knew she wasn’t bobbing for apples. One plus one equaled two. The older white man and his wife suddenly looked away as if they didn’t want to get caught, catching them. The red light seemed to last forever. G wished it would turn green, at the same time he didn’t wanna interrupt her rhythm. His speakers thumped and played an oldie but goody. ‘I can’t leave you alone….., you got me feenin. Feenin…….. Feenin……... Got me going crazy…....’ Jodeci offered the perfect soundtrack for the moment.

There were things Giovanni McIntyre couldn’t live without. One was money, two was hoes, and three was old school music. Number one and two should be flipped around, cause G would stop the world for a shot of ass. Right now, two out of three had him on cloud nine. Damn girl, you don’t give a fuck do you? He whispered to the head doctor. The older lady in the car next to them, tightened her lips, turned away and shook her head in disapproval.

The light turned green, then her husband looked over in G’s direction. He flashed his full set of dentures, and gave G an approving grin before they pulled off.

Traffic began moving and the horn of the person behind them jarred him, making him forward. Hold on girl. Chill for a minute. Let me pull over. His request made her mouth move over his shaft more intently. It was like she got off on the act of being seen. She was sucking him with such skill and intensity. The sun was almost blinding. It shinned so brightly. It was a perfect day to receive ‘travel head.’ He jerked his truck to the back of an abandoned building, and put it in park. He re-positioned and relaxed himself in his seat and closed his eyes, as if the weight of the world was about to be released. He settled himself and tried enjoying the moment. He exhaled and placed his hand on the back of her head to navigate her rhythm. Uh uh, don’t do that. I got it, Darla said to G. He didn’t know how to take her disapproval. The way she was slobbing him down, weakened his control, so he let her have her way with him. G didn’t know much about her, seeing as though they’d only met twenty three minutes and sixteen seconds ago.

G pulled up to the pump and noticed her young perky butt, walking towards the entrance at the Sunoco gas station on Corunna Rd. He normally swiped his card outside, but he caught a glimpse of the girl and decided to go in to get an up close and personal look at the face, hoping it matched that ass. He walked inside and scanned the aisles. She was nowhere to be found. He paid for his gas and lingered around, acting like he needed something from the store’s section, while he scanned the aisles for her. Where the hell did she go? He gave up and walked towards the door. Right when he placed his hand on the doors handle, he heard a voice. Uhmm, can I get some papers and three scratch offs? Oh, and give me two grape flavored black and milds, the girl said, while throwing a few suckers on the counter. G slowed down and turned to look at her. His eyes went from the bottom to the top of her body. He scanned her appearance, noticing the enormous neon orange earrings hanging from her ear lobes. He saw her nails tapping the bullet proof glass that separated the cashier and the customers. He watched her point and described the exact scratch off lottery tickets she wanted. Not that one, the one on the right, next to the red ones. Her raspy voice instructed. Her nails were long, fake, and painted the same loud orange as her earrings, with rhinestones covering the pinky nails. Her waist was small and her ass was plump, and perky. He couldn’t tell if the hair hanging down her back was fake or not. It looked sorta real. He never could tell, until he pulled it during sex. Her clothes screamed ‘ratchet.’ He listened to the way she spoke and soon came to the conclusion that she was sexy and hood as hell.

He lingered around the newspapers by the front door, acting like he was interested in purchasing one. She paid for her items and started walking towards the exit and that’s when he made his move.

Here, let me get the door for you.

Oh, thank you she said without looking up. Her scent reeked of cigarette smoke and cheap fruit body spray. At least she tried, G thought to himself. He opened the door for her, which gave him full scope of her backside. Dayyumn, he almost said out loud. His mind quickly imagined her ass, naked and on top of him. They both walked out of the station, then he struck up a small conversation.

It sure is hot out here, he said, hoping to get a response from her.

Yeah, it is. She replied.

So, what does a beautiful girl like you do on such a beautiful day? He flashed his smile and tried connecting with her eyes. She grinned and hunched her shoulders.

Shiiiyyytt, Ion’t know. Just kick it and chill, I guess.

Hmmm, shiiiyyyt, just kick it and chill, he repeated her response inside of his head. Yep, she’s hood.

Oh yeah, well uh, I’m trying to kick it too. We should kick it together. Whatchu got up? He sent out the unspoken invitation for hooking up.

Ion’t know, whatchu tryin to do? She turned it back on him. She spoke with her head pointed downward, not really looking directly at him.

This is gone be easy, he thought. Shiiiyytt. I’m tryin to get to know you. Why don’t you let me get your number?" He said, while pulling out his phone. She recited the number and that’s when he saw her bridge like top teeth. DAYUMN, Yo teeth fucked up, he nearly said out loud. She was an obvious thumb sucker and had an extreme lisp that appeared whenever she said anything with an ‘s’ in it.

Okay, the number ith theven three theven- thix thwo three theven.

WHAT THE HELL. His inner voice yelled. Come on man. She gotta be playing. I know she don’t talk like that forreal. All that ass hanging from that banging body, and she talking like that! Come on man…. and she’s so cute. Oh well, I ain’t tryin to wife her. She can still get it.

He took the number and told her he’d call her later. He walked back towards his truck, still scoping her out, trying to see what kind of car she was driving. He got to his vehicle and started filling up his tank. She walked through the parking lot slowly, like she didn’t have a care in the world. She took a dime from her pocket and started scratching her tickets. G watched her twist her lips up in disappointment and drop the ticket on the black topped lot. I guess that one was a dud. Where she going? Where’s her car? She was almost out of the parking lot. I guess she’s walking. He finished pumping the gas, and jumped inside his truck. He pulled up, beside her. Hey, you need a ride?

Darla looked up and walked over to the truck, sticking her head inside. She flashed that bridge looking smile and pulled the doors handle.

Yeah, I’ll take a ride. She climbed up and in, without apprehension. Ooohhh, thith ith nythe, she said with child like excitement. She turned her body, looking all around his big vehicle. The plush black leather seats, the sunroof, and all the bells and whistles, made her feel like she was with some big time drug dealer. Dang, thith truck ith tho big, she continued admiring it.

Giovanni turned his head in the opposite direction, trying not to laugh in her face. Her speech impediment was funny as hell to him. He pulled himself together. Why yes, it is big, he agreed, as if he were insinuating the size of something else. So, where am I taking you?

Ion’t know, where you wanna take me? Darla responded, naughtily, while sucking on her red, cherry flavored lollipop. She looked his square in his eyes, while seductively licking all around the hard candy.

I see you like sucking on stuff, G slid into his statement. Darla giggled and they pulled off. Within minutes of driving, she was slobbing and sucking on his dick like it was made of sugar.

Yep, just like I thought. Hood as hell.

Sex hoes and money.

Marriage don’t become me.

Yac, blow and beat.

So much of it I don’t sleep.

Fun times. No stress.

Ain’t thinkin about what’s next.

Livin 4 today.

My wife done gone astray.

I’m in too deep to see.

I’m in too deep to breathe.

I’m searching for something.

I’m looking for nothing.

I’m lost beyond belief.

I run from reality.

I’m living for today.

My wife done went astray.

My ego holds me up.

My ego lets me down.

My ego tells me

Shit don’t run unless G-Mac’s around.

I move to not be still.

No pain I wanna feel.

From hoes to holes, I’m out of control.

Advice I will not hear.

Self destructing rapidly.

About to lose everything.

Nothings left. It’s all a wrap.

What I’ve lost I can’t get back.

Fuck the world is how I feel.

Pop a bunch of pity pills.

Swallow and fall in deep depression.

I’m so blind, don’t see the lesson.

Bout to fall in deep depression.

I’m so blind, don’t see the lesson.

CHAPTER TWO

Lemuel

This is some bullshit, Lemuel faintly spoke to himself from the back of the police cruiser. The ride gave him flashbacks. The same disbelief he had years ago, mirrored his present emotions. Hearing the dispatcher call out the overflow of the crime in the city, made him think back on the night he’d nearly beaten a man, half to death. It seemed like it was just yesterday, the cruiser’s bars, separating him and the cop. The musty, closed in scent of bodies that had come from every walk of life, and that uncomfortable gnawing feeling in his gut. It was all so nauseating and familiar.

How the hell did I wind up back here? I’ve done everything possible to stay away from shit like this. I never thought I’d be in the back of one of these, ever again. This is why I hate Flint. It ain’t nothing but trouble here. Nothing but trouble. He felt so dumb, and helpless.

Lemuel shook his head, thinking about the heated conversation he’d had with his brother in law, a few hours prior. Fuck you, ya dick licking bitch. Daryl’s words were on repeat, inside his head. He never thought he’d see the day his brother-in-law would disrespect him in such a way. He knew they weren’t the best of friends, but they’d always respected one another for the sake of Neisha. Now, the line in the sand had been drawn, and real feelings had been exposed.

Luckily, Lemuel and Neisha had an old family friend that had been on the force for years. Sergeant Kemp and Neisha, lightly dated back in the day, and still spoke, on occasions. After the argument took place between Lemuel and Daryl, Lemuel tried over and over to reach Neisha. It wasn’t like her to ignore his calls. Plus, Lemuel could’ve sworn he heard her crying out for help in the background, during their squabble. He could feel it in his gut. He knew something was wrong, so he packed a bag and jumped on the next thing smoking, into Flint, Michigan.

The entire flight, his mind was focused on his sister and fucking Daryl up on sight. Lemuel called Kemp on his way to the airport in Atlanta and gave him the run down of everything that had gone on. He told him to get the cuffs ready, cause he would be home in three hours to put a hurting on his brother in law.

Kemp sat outside of Bishop Airport, leaning on his cruiser. His conscious wouldn’t let him turn a deaf ear to Lemuels’ warning. He’d witnessed Lemuels’ temper several times, when they were younger, and it was nothing nice. When Lemuel put them thangs on you, he didn’t know how to stop. That’s how he wound up with his first felony.

Lemuel, rushed through the crowd and out the doors of the airport, with his bag in tow and his phone up to his ear. He’d been calling 9 and Neisha ever since he landed, but kept getting their voice mail. He decided he’d catch a taxi, but spotted the City Of Flint Police cruiser as soon as he stepped outside.

Yo, L, What up man? Kemp shouted out to Lemuel, as he walked out.

This bullshit! That’s what’s up. Man, this shit is a mess. Whatchu doing here? Lemuel asked Kemp.

Nicca I know you, and I know how you move. Look man, I understand you’re worried about your sister, but I need you to chill. Don’t come up here starting no shit L. Just let me handle it. You won’t do yo sister no good if you’re locked up. Trust me, I’ll handle it.

Man, I really appreciate you looking out like this. I hate I had to involve you, but…….

Man stop. Kemp immediately cut Lemuel off. Dude, you ain’t gotta go through all of that. Yau like family to me. Kemp said, interrupting Lemuels’ sentence. He opened up the back door to the cruiser and ushered Lemuel inside. He jumped behind the wheel of the cruiser, buckled himself in and pulled off.

Whatever is going on, we’ll get to the bottom of it. I’m sure your sisters’ fine. Kemp tried easing Lemuels’ fears.

Man, I don’t know. I’ve been calling her and my dude 9 all morning. I spoke to him earlier, and told him to go by there to check on her, but now his phone is going straight to voice mail too. Man, I don’t know what’s going on over there.

Her battery’s probably dead, or something simple like that. I’m sure she’s okay. You done the right thing by calling me. L, just let me handle it. Kemp spoke loudly, over the cruisers motor.

He hit the sirens and upped his speed. Lemuel shook his head up and down from the back seat, trying to agree and believe Kemps words. She’s fine. Yep. She’s fine. She betta be, or Ima kill that nigga.

CHAPTER THREE

Crystal

"Ready to see Daddy Gionni, Huh? Yeah, I know you miss him. I miss him too. He’s gonna be so surprised when he sees us. We should both yell out ‘surprise’ when he comes to the door. Can you say surprise Gionni, huh, let mommy hear you say surprise. She grinned and looked down at her three month old son, while rocking him on her left hip. She continued ringing and knocking on her lover’s front door as if he didn’t have an a.b.s (angry black spouse) at the crib.

Crystal had been having an affair with Kim’s husband, Giovanni, for over a year. The free love and fun days had become a thing of the past. They’d been replaced with truth and a bastard child. Both had caused the separation of Giovanni and his family. G had been living with his sister ever since the explosion took place. His fetish for other women, became the gateway to his sloppy misconduct. Which soon got him busted. He’d gotten so use to having his cake and eating it too, till he just stopped