Men Love Roses Too

By Jamae Jackson

Follow the brief journey of Jabari Evans, as he interns on the beloved talk show Men Love Roses Too, that's hosted by the metrosexual, Eric Shaw. He is the understudy of the set director, Victoria Lesley, a strong and demanding woman. You will enjoy the quick humor, love, and sexual content! Don't miss out on the book all will be talking about Men Love Roses Too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamae Jackson
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463248652

Jamae Jackson

Jamae Jackson is currently incarcerated at Calhoun State Prison. It was here where he has uplifted his desire to rehabilitate himself through hard work and the dedication of becoming an author. He also hopes to steer the next generation away from a life of crime as he himself moves forward in showing them anything is possible. Through perseverance of adversities, he believes that the growth of any individual comes from within. He’s a loving son, father, and sibling that wishes the world to view him as a man of wholehearted faith. He believes in change and development and hopes he can find a welcomed home in the world of fictional writing. Jamae is the author of Love Has No Color, Turning 40, and Jacob ‘Jake’ Fishner, along with other works that are due to come out in the near future. So, you’ll have plenty to look forward to as he fulfills his dreams of becoming an established author.

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Men Love Roses Too

Men Love Roses Too

Copyright © 2018 Jamae Jackson

Published by: Street Affiliated Publishing, L.L.C. all associated logos are property of Street Affiliated Publishing, L.L.C.

This work is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form of by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Editor: Shelby Lazenby

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Dedication

I’d like to thank Dedra for stepping in to aid and assist me in my dreams when no one else would. If it weren’t for your kind grace, my dreams would still be written manuscripts held only in the palms of my hands. To Traya for pushing me to expand my writings, for motivating my mind, and for refusing to let go. Cora Bel Jackson, my loving grandmother, who believed in me no matter my faults, and may she rest in eternal life knowing I’ve accomplished a positive goal in my life. To my family, I pray we become stronger in faith, love, understanding, and togetherness!

To God for allowing me to wake up to change for a purpose in life!

Love Has A Purpose When Love Is True And Unconditionally Used!

CHAPTER ONE

Ladies, ladies, ladies! Now you know how some of you are always screaming, Be more romantic! You’re not showing me any attention! You don’t act the same anymore, and my favorite, the simple things!

Some golden rules to follow in a relationship for women. Well, I got something to tell you.

Men love roses too!

That’s what Eric voiced while pointing into the cameras as his audience clapped. I hated that talk show. I mean, here you have Eric Shaw, that women seem to think is so fucking attractive, and his storyline of the sensitive man! I do have to admit he had a great market that more-and-more men fall into and that is the whole metrosexual appeal. He was wearing fitted jeans with the tight T-shirt tucked into them. He had on a sports coat with the sleeves rolled up and the manicured hands. Eric Shaw’s image consisted of daily exercising, twice a week male grooming, and eating organics. He also spent an hour a makeup artist before he stepped in front of the camera. Geesh, I tell you the things propaganda can influence.

What made things worse is having to watch that mess. I worked on the set where it was filmed. See, I was starting my internship as a set director the next day and being that I graduated at top of the class I won the opportunity to work on the set of the number one talk show in America called Men Love Roses Too!

Jabari!

How in the hell does she do that?

Hi, mom. How long have you been on the phone?

Never mind that. Jabari, why haven’t you called me?

Felicia Janice Evans was the saint of all saints. The only thing that separated her from Mother Teresa was faith and the fact that my mom got marry, planned pregnancy for the birth of her two beautiful children, and used profanity ten minutes after leaving church.

I was studying and trying to prepare for my internship. Why? Everything’s okay, right? I asked, raising my eyebrows in suspicion.

Everything’s alright. Why? What have you heard? she asked.

Nothing. We just talked on Friday.

So? she shouted.

So, today is Sunday and it nine o’clock in the morning, mom, I said with the sound of frustration in my voice.

I already knew what that call was about. She had been hinting on it all month, since I announced my internship on Men Love Roses Too!

Okay, well you insist on having a little attitude. Baby, you know my birthday is in two weeks, right?

Your birthday isn’t until March. That’s nearly five months away! I said, holding in my laughter.

She had a birthday every two weeks of every month.

Why your father’s memory isn’t as good as yours I’ll never know, she whispered into the phone.

I heard that! that was the voice of my pops, Bobby Patrick Evans.

Stop eavesdropping, Bobby! she yelled at the top of her lungs. You know he’s down stairs just being nosy!

I heard that to! he stated.

Well, I wasn’t whispering! Anyway, I need two tickets for the show, Jabari! Your so much like you father. You’re always neglecting me, and can you hear through walls like Bobby to? If so, baby, I'm so sorry that you had to hear us at night.

Okay, mom, I’ve got to go. I’ll try to get you those tickets. In the meantime, could please stop giving me things to have nightmares about, I said as I rolled over to look at the empty spot in my bed.

Still haven’t heard from Tosha yet, baby?

She’s the only one that can see through walls.

Nope, and I hope I never do!

She was talking about Tosha Carter who was my ex-fiancé. We had a bad breakup, and I was still confused at the reasons why.

Well, I didn’t like her anyway. I’m glad that little hoochie is gone, and Jabari you know the church has date nights now.'

Bye, Mom. I’ve got to go. I love you and tell pops I got the tickets for the Laker’s and Nick’s game next month so make sure he books his flight.

I knew that last statement touched home. I had tickets for pops to see the Lakers, and I did not have her tickets to see her beloved Eric Shaw.

Jabari! I heard hear screaming as I ended the call.

I’ve got to find out how she gets on my phone without it ringing or without me answering. Please don’t think that I was rude. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother dearly, but she can drive a drunk from drinking if he sits and listens. We’ll get into that later on but now I’m up and I have to get my day started. So, this is where I have to let you go for a minute. I’ve got to take a shower and it’s too early for you to be seeing all this man candy. 

CHAPTER TWO

I was at Waffle House having the breakfast of champions. I had three scrambled eggs, cheese grits, eight pieces of brown sugar and apple Canadian bacon, and toast. I also had a plate of hash browns smothered with chili, topped with onions, mushrooms, and cheese. If that doesn’t have your mouth watering something is truly wrong with you! Eating organically is for surfers, hippies, health nuts, and people that live to impress those around them because their riding the fad wave. That’s not for me. I need grease, and lots of it.

Hold up, I had an incoming call. It was Victoria Lesley. She was my supervisor and the set director. I would be working alongside of her as I learned the ins and outs of how to run the set of a show. We were supposed to meet for the first time later that day.

Jabari Evans, I answered, forgetting that I had a mouth full of food.

Umm, excuse you? she asked with an attitude.

Jabari Evans, and you caught me having breakfast, I stated as I mixed the chili up.

The smell was driving me wild.

You should’ve at least swallowed before you answered! she stated, giving me more attitude. Listen, I have a charity party to attend tonight and my date had to cancel. I need you as a fill in, so meet me at seven-thirty. Be dressed nice, and don’t be late.

Okay, but the game comes on tonight. It’s the Atlanta Falcons at the New Orleans Saints at eight o’clock, so I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. We can stick to our original time at five o’clock and—

She cut me off and I knew this wasn’t going in the right direction.

"Seven-thirty in the Hyatt Regency’s lobby and do not test me by being late," Victoria stated then she ended the call.

Bitch! I blurted out and shoved a fork full of eggs in my mouth then I slammed my phone down as everyone stared at me.

What is it with women in high positions? Their always total bitches, and they wonder why they’re single. I took a deep breath. I thought, Okay I can do this, but first I have to finish this.

*****

Lenny, my man, how's things going these days? I asked, slapping him five and looking around the shop.

The ladies that worked there made stopping there an obligation on the places to shop list. See, this was fine clothing. None of those skinny jeans, and weird autumn colors men are wearing these days. None of that whole metrosexual look with the tucked in shirts or those short cut shirts that ride across your waist to show off your butt to women.

Same as always my friend. Hey, a new shipment of shoes came in today, and I think you’ll like what I ordered. Come to the back with me.

The privilege of going to the back was one of those royal treatments reserved for loyal customers like myself. I got first choice at the new inventory and days before its due date to be sold. I thought, Damn look at the ass on her, she has to be doing her squats in heels, and she has a nice face to go with it.

Lenny, who’s the new chic?

You like her? he asked, raising an eyebrow as he cracked a smile.

There has to be a written code between beautiful women and Arabs. At their gas stations, beauty supply stores, and gyro sandwich shops they always have the most attractive women around. There is no shortage of them. If they’re paying them, I don’t blame them. I’d be the first to admit that. Besides, in their religion multiple wives is permissible.

Hell yeah, and she just my size with all that ass!

We both burst into laughter. Right when I thought I’d seen the most beautiful creature God has ever created, I saw heaven in a pair of Jordan number nine retros. They were silver and black with a red Jump man and red shoe biters. Now that is what you call fly as hell.

Lenny stood there for two minutes in silence, allowing me to bask in their beauty. He had his arms folded and one hand doing that hand over chin thing some people do when they’re trying to look intelligent.

So, when do you start on the set?

Tomorrow but I’m meeting the set director tonight for some type of charity dinner.

Man, those would look damn good on me with