Hearts United

By Chastity Adams

That first moment Monica and Derwynn laid eyes on each other, their love blossomed, and they became inseparable. Everyone either admired or envied their relationship, wishing they could have what these two shared.
One bad accident caused all of that to change for the worse, forcing them to hesitantly move on with their lives. Years later an unexpected reunion brings them back together. They must then decide if the love they once shared is strong enough to mend the pain and resentment from the past and make their hearts one again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chastity Adams
• Release date: Aug 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370528646

Chastity Adams

Chastity Adams was born on May 31, 1982 in Wilson North Carolina. She grew up in the small town Stantonsburg, North Carolina. She was raised by her grandmother, Josephine Jacob Johnson. Because of her shyness, the things that she wanted to express but could not say seemed to come out easier on paper. And when she was eleven years old her grandmother bought her a diary as a Christmas gift. Which Chastity soon realized that not only was writing fun, it was also therapeutic, and there was power in putting a pen to paper. She immediately fell in love with the passion of being able to creatively express herself. Her writing started out simple with diary entries and poetry. When she got to high school and became involved in relationships, drama, sex, all the trials teenagers go through, she began recording these events in the form of short stories, pulling inspiration from friends and classmates, along with her own personal experiences which brought her stories to life. After the passing of her grandmother on December 3, 1999, Chastity started writing more and more, sometimes all day, writing was her outlet from the pain she constantly felt as she tried to adjust to life without her grandmother. Chastity Adams started out as a self-published author under the pen name Miss Radiance pushing her work with the help of amazon.com, Createspace, and Kindle Direct Publishing. She did this for two years until she signed with G Street Chronicles in January 2015. This deal opened doors to a new reading market for her, and also made it possible for her to meet, get to know, and be inspired, by her now Mentor Best Selling Author of The Pussy Trap Series...NeNe Capri. No longer affiliated with G Street Chronicles and back on her grind as an independent author, she felt it was time for a new, sexier, more edgy and mature brand so Chastity Adams was born. She has currently released her first of many novels to come. Her first erotic romance titled Treacherous Desire is available on amazon.com and Queencitybullies.com. She is also working on her next release Unsacred Matrimony, schedule to be released this fall, as well as many other literary works opportunities. Chastity Adams is dedicated to becoming an all-around literary business woman. Her career is her passion so if she could choose one thing to do for the rest of her life, writing would definitely be it. When you have something that you love and it completes you, like writing does for Chastity Adams there's nothing that can compare to that type of joy and happiness. Although she is very shy and still at times struggles with expressing herself verbally, something magical happens when she puts her pen to paper. Everything she wants to say and everything she feels oozes out. Chastity Adams is a single mother of one little girl, who is the light of her world, her ultimate pride and joy. Chastity Adams writes because of the love and passion she has for her craft, her main purpose is to entertain, take away stress and anxiety, or just brighten up someone else's day with her characters and the stories they tell. Please join Chastity Adams on her journey and enjoy the many blessings as they unfold.

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Hearts United

By:

CHASTITY ADAMS

Copyright © 2016 Chastity Adams

C. Adams Presents, LLC

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All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION:

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY DAUGHTER, THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD, MY DAILY INSPIRATION ASHAUNTI JAYDE TAYLOR. EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR YOU!!!!!

Chapter 1

June 1995

Monica met Derwynn a week before her thirteenth birthday, on a hot summer day in Fort Washington, Maryland. She and her friends were coming from the store when they noticed a U-Haul next door to Monica’s house. They watched as a boy about their age pulled boxes from the truck and carried them into the house. Monica could tell by looking at him that he was an athlete. She thought he was cute, with his lemon-tan skin. He was the height of a basketball star, with wavy hair, cut low. She desperately wanted to get a closer look at him, but was too shy. Her friends Lashaye and Melanie, on the other hand, had always been far more bold and spontaneous.

Look at you, gawking over dude, Lashaye teased.

I am not gawking! I was just…looking, Monica lied.

Yeah, right. Just go over and talk to the boy, Melanie suggested.

Monica slowly shook her head. No! I’m not doing that.

I’ll do it then. I’m tired of watching you drool over him. Melanie stepped forward, ready to go over there.

Melanie, please! I—

Hey, yo, dude! Melanie yelled, embarrassing Monica.

Derwynn looked over at the group of girls, flattered by their interest in him. He dropped the box he was carrying, checked his breath, and slowly jogged over to them. He took one look at Monica and knew she was the one he wanted. He loved the fact that she was different; she wasn’t loud, rude, ghetto, and obnoxious like her friends. Not only that, but he thought she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, with her golden skin, hazel eyes, dimples, long, black hair, and banging, slim, trimmed body.

Girl, here he comes, Melanie said, nudging Monica.

Why’d y’all call him over? Monica asked, looking up at her friends in frustration.

Hold up let’s get one thing straight. Lashaye raised her index finger in the air. I didn’t call him over here that was Mel. I’m glad she did though ‘cause we know you’re crushing on him, She said.

And ‘cause the boy’s fine, Melanie admitted.

Monica was pissed, but her girls were right: He was fine, even his walk was sexy. When he got closer, they noticed that he had light greenish-brown eyes, cute dimples, and a thin mustache on his upper lip, with a little hair growing on his bottom one. When he spoke, Monica’s heart melted and something tangled up her tongue; she simply didn’t know what to say.

What up, ladies? Derwynn asked, licking his full lips.

Nothing much. This is my girl Monica, my girl Lashaye, and I’m Melanie. Monica wanted us to holla at ya, ‘cause she, uh…likes what she sees, Melanie said shameless.

Hmm. Is that right? Well, ladies, my name is Derwynn, with a Y, not an I. It’s nice to meet y’all, ‘specially you, Monica.

Thanks, Monica said, somewhat shyly. Where’d you move here from?

You know what jus’ lemme finish helping my parents, and then we can talk about all that and whatever else you wanna know.

Okay. I, um… I’d like that.

A’ight then. I’ll holla at y’all later.

When Monica’s parents got word that they had new neighbors, they decided to welcome them by inviting them over for dinner. At 7:30, Monica came downstairs dressed in cute jeans that hugged her little figure, along with a hot pink Baby Phat shirt that accentuated her small, perky breasts just the way she wanted it to. Her mother was about to set the table when Monica quickly grabbed the things out of her hand.

What in the world’s wrong with you, girl? You never volunteer to help in the kitchen, Charlotte said in wonderment.

Nothin’, Mom. I just wanna help make things look nice for the new neighbors, Monica lied.

Since when do you care about the neighbors? Any other time, you’d be in your room, watching them boys you love so much. What’s their names again?

Mom, I keep telling you their names are Ginuwine and Usher.

Yeah them.

Charlotte was about to ask her daughter more questions, but the doorbell rang.

I’ll get it! Monica squealed, then almost tripped over the carpet on her way to the door.

You most certainly will not! You stop your little butt right there…and you’re gonna explain to me later what you’re so anxious about, Charlotte said before opening the door and greeting Derwynn’s parents.

Good afternoon. I’m Stanley, and this is my beautiful wife, Catherine, and our son, Derwynn, the gentleman said, smiling proudly.

Thank you for inviting us and for your hospitality, Catherine said, shaking Charlotte’s hand.

Thank you for coming. You have a handsome little boy.

Thanks. He said he met your daughter earlier today. Charlotte informed.

That must’ve been Monica, my 13-year-old.

How many children do you have?

Three. And you?

Well, we only have one, but our Derwynn was a blessing. It took four years of trying hard, eating right, exercising, and running back and forth to doctors.

Wow! Well, he’s definitely a sight for sore eyes. He’s got my baby girl running ‘round here like a chicken with her head cut off.

Ma! Don’t tell them that, Monica whined, embarrassed.

Oh. Sorry, Derwynn. I guess she didn’t want you to know that.

As the parents bonded and chatted in the living room, Monica and Derwynn hung out in the den downstairs, in their own world and loving every minute of it.

Did your mom say you’re 13? Derwynn asked.

I will be next Friday. What about you? Monica said smiling.

I’ll be 15 on September 9.

Got any birthday plans?

Derwynn shrugged. Shoot, I dunno. Pops says he’ll start teaching me how to drive, long as I stay outta trouble.

Well, that won’t be so hard to do around here.

I can see that already. What the hell is there to do around here anyway? Derwynn shook his head.

Monica lightly giggled. My girls and I go skating, or sometimes we catch the bus and go hang out in Union Station. Sometimes the guys play basketball or football at the park. You can get anywhere in DC for only about two bucks. I guess livin’ here is what you make it.

Derwynn exhaled. It doesn’t sound like much fun. You’ll have to show me around.

Um…okay. I can do that. Just let me know when. Till then, I’m having a party for my birthday.

He smiled slyly. Really? Is that an invitation?

It is if you plan to accept it.

Are your ghetto friends gonna be there?

Aye! My girls ain’t ghetto…and of course they’ll be there. A party isn’t a party without them.

Y’all must be pretty damn tight.

We are. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. Anyway, why you askin’ all these questions about my friends? Are you feeling one of them?

Derwynn scrunched his face and furrowed his brows. Hell no! They ain’t my damn type..

Oh? Then what is your type, Derwynn?

You, Monica. Look, I know we just met, but I wanna make you my girl.

I-I don’t know what to say. Monica stuttered. I’ve never had a boyfriend before and my parents would kill me if they found out. I’m not s’posed to date till I’m 16.

Well, if you want, I can talk to them for you. Anyway, I don’t see why they’d freak out about it. We’re both young, and it ain’t like we’re getting married tomorrow or I’m gonna knock you up or something. We can take our time. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt them…or us.

Derwynn I like you, but I gotta think about this.

Derwynn nodded in agreement. Cool. I can live wit’ that for now. Just don’t take too long.

I won’t. I promise.

That night, after their parents went to bed, Monica decided to have a conversation with her 18-year-old sister, Jasmine. She could always go to Jasmine for advice, especially about boys. She could also count on her sister to be there for her whenever she needed her, and she wasn’t a tattletale who’d run off and blab to their mom and dad. Monica walked in without knocking and found Jasmine in her room, on her bed, talking to one of her friends.

Mo, what have I told you about that crap? Jasmine snapped.

Sorry, Jazz, but I really need to talk you, Monica said.

Is this one of those big-sister/little-sister moment?

Yeah.

All right. Gerald, let me call you back. My baby sister needs to talk, Jasmine said into the receiver. Five seconds later, she was hanging up, ready to give Monica her full attention. Well? C’mon. Tell your big sister what’s up, boo.

You know the neighbor boy, Derwynn? Monica pointed towards the window as if they were looking out of it.

Jasmine nodded fighting back laughter. Uh-huh.

I like him a lot. He’s so…

Cute? Jasmine finished, she’d noticed how intrigued her baby sister was earlier.

Yeah.

Yeah, I noticed that too. He is a real cutie. If he was older, I’d get with him. You like him don’t you?

Well, we were talking tonight and he, uh… He asked me to be his girl. Monica blushed hard.

And what did you tell him? Jasmine asked, smiling.

I said I’m not sure. I ain’t supposed to be dating yet.

Mo, you gotta follow your heart, boo. You should learn that at a young age. Too many times, people live for everyone else, and they end up wonderin’ where the hell their lives went and when they’re gonna start living for themselves. Take my word on it, baby sis. If you really like this boy, don’t be scared to let him know it.

So you’re saying I shouldn’t care what Mom and Dad think?

I’m saying you need to do what’s best for you. Don’t be scared. Be with him if that’s what you want. Hell, if you don’t snatch his fine behind up soon, some other hoochie will, maybe even one of your fast friends.

They’d never—

Don’t be surprised, sis. Even your best friends will turn on you over a guy. If you really, really like this kid, don’t let this opportunity pass you by. As for Mom and Dad, don’t worry about them. They’ll get over it, and nothin’ you can do will ever make ‘em stop loving you.

Thanks, Jazz. I hope you’re right.

So you’re gonna do it?

Monica shrugged and giggled. I guess you’re just gonna have to wait and find out.

All right. Let me know. I’m so glad you’re finally coming out of that shell of yours.

Me too.

Although Monica was afraid of getting caught by her parents and feared what they might do to punish her, she knew Jasmine was right about some other girl getting her hands on Derwynn if she waited too long, and she didn’t want that to happen. She always had trouble saying how she felt, so she decided to write him a letter instead:

Dear Derwynn,

First, I want you to know that I really like you. I think you’re the cutest boy I’ve ever seen. Your eyes are so gorgeous! I could stare into them all day. Your skin is as bright as the sunlight. I’d love to make you my first boyfriend, for you to be the first boy I kiss, the first boy I fall in love with, and all that other good stuff. If I agree to be your girlfriend, you have to promise that you’ll never hurt me, leave me, lie to me, or take me for granted. Honestly, I don’t think my heart would be able to handle that kind of sadness and pain. If you don’t feel you can treat me right, please don’t waste my time. Oh…and if we get caught before I turn 16, you’re on your own. I can’t promise my daddy won’t kill you!

Yours truly,

Monica (aka Mo)

Monica hid the letter under her mattress so her parents wouldn’t find it before she had a chance to give it to Derwynn, hopefully at her birthday party, if he even showed up. When the day of her party finally arrived, she was happy to see that many people from the neighborhood showed up, as well as friends from Forestville Middle School and a bunch of boys who were dying to pop her cherry, but knew they’d never have the chance.

While everyone was eating, devouring snacks and stuffing their faces with cake, Monica took Derwynn by the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed, pulled the letter out from under her mattress, and handed it to him.

Derwynn silently read it, blushing as his eyes skimmed over every carefully written word.

Monica loved how visible his dimples were when he smiled, they made him ever cuter. She couldn’t help but picture her lips pressing against his, her tongue dancing with his inside his warm mouth.

A few minutes later, Derwynn finished the letter, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He then got up, walked over to Monica, took her by the hand, and led her back over to the bed. He sat her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. Mo, I’m glad you said yes. Baby, I’ll never hurt you. I’ll always treat you like the classy lady you are. You’ve gotta promise me the same thing though, because girls can hurt boys too.

Not this girl, Monica said definitely. . You don’t ever have to worry about that.

Great! Now that we’ve got that settled, I’ve got a gift for you. Derwynn then reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and balled it up in his hands. He smiled and held his fist in front of her, clutching the gift, then loosened his grip and let it dangle before her eyes, a gold, fourteen-karat chain, with a gold and diamond capital D pendant hanging from it. He kindly put the necklace around her neck, then leaned over to caress her butt cheeks. They embraced, and Monica closed her eyes as she received her first kiss. It felt and tasted so good that she didn’t want him to stop, but she knew he had to, before they got caught. The last thing she wanted was to be in big trouble on her birthday.

Um… Wow. I-I don’t know what to say, Monica stuttered, still mesmerized.

Girl, if you think that’s something, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. The real thing is even better, baby, or at least that’s what I heard.

Well, it’s gonna be a long time before we find out, Derwynn. I wasn’t even ready for that kiss, so I know I won’t be ready for the serious stuff anytime soon. I do love the chain though. Thank you. It’s beautiful, Monica smiled. Every time I look at it, I’ll think of you.

I’m glad you like it. I wanted it to be special…but I hope you liked the kiss too.

I did. It was…sweet.

That was the best night of summer for Monica. When she first saw Derwynn pulling boxes off the moving truck, she never imagined they’d fall for each other so quickly, but she was glad she met him and got to know him. That night, she went to bed with a wonderful feeling about Derwynn and their relationship, a feeling that warmed her heart.

Chapter 2

February 1998

Dear Derwynn,

Wow! I can’t believe we’ve been together this long, almost three years. I know it hasn’t been easy on either of us, with all the hoochies throwing themselves at you and all the dudes chasing after me. Yes, baby, we’ve dealt with a lot of temptation, but we’ve maintained and kept the promises we made to each other in the beginning—to always be honest and faithful, never keep secrets, and you not pressuring me into a sexual relationship. If our friends knew we haven’t had sex, they’d never let us live it down. That doesn’t matter, though, ‘cause even though we’re not knocking boots, we’re still the envy of everybody at school and in the neighborhood. As far as both of us still being virgins, babe, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Thank you for leaving the decision up to me, because when we finally do make love, I want it to be special.

I love you.

Mo

Friday after school, Monica put the letter in Derwynn’s locker before she went to meet Lashaye and Melanie in the parking lot. They had plans to go to Prince George’s County Mall, to do a little shopping and just hang out. Monica wanted to get something sexy for her date with Derwynn the next day and something even sexier for what she had planned after the date. Since she was four months shy of being 16, she couldn’t drive yet, so Lashaye was the designated driver.

Well? Does your fine-ass Derwynn, know you’re gonna give it up tonight? Melanie asked Monica from the back seat.

How do you know I haven’t already given him some, Mel? Monica asked.

’Cause I know you, and I also know a virgin when I see one. You, my friend, are definitely a virgin.

So what? That still doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got the finest boy in school, the one who’s gonna be an NBA first-round draft pick before we know it.

Mo, I don’t care about you and Derwynn not having sex. I’m just glad y’all still make each other happy, Lashaye chimed in from the driver seat.

Thanks, Shaye. That’s all that matters to me, too, but I do think it’s time for Derwynn and I to take that next step, and I’m finally ready.

All right. Well, let’s get in here and find somethin’ that’ll let Derwynn know you’re ready to rock his world, Melanie said with a naughty grin.

Girl, you’re so nasty, but you’re right…and I love ya for it.

After searching several racks in several stores and trying on many outfits, Monica settled on a beautiful, long-sleeved, hot pink, sequined mini-dress and a pair of white heels. It fell right within her budget, since the dress was $83 and the shoes were on sale for $22. In fact, that left her with $245 to get some sexy lingerie from the Victoria’s Secret.

I am not having any luck with this, Monica said with a sigh, after about thirty minutes of browsing.

Why don’t you just call Derwynn and ask him what he wants to see you in? Melanie asked.

’Cause I want it to be a secret, like the sign on the door, she said, smiling. I don’t want him to know what I’m up to…or what he’s in for.

Well, gimme your phone I’ll call him.

"Okay, but don’t give me