Jezebelian Love: The Black Veil, #6

By John Marcus Brown

This scandalous romance begins with an unveiling of the love that had existed in the heart of two best friends, who were separated by distance and life circumstances. Megan eventually succumbs to her feelings, opening up to Mercedes, as a means of coping with the complications of their friendship. Meanwhile, unraveling the lust for power and control, the two ladies find themselves at odds, yet again. While one fights for acceptance and validation, the other seems to be fighting to uphold the leverage in an ongoing ego trip. Relationships were duly defined and long heartbreaks were finally mended, however, that's not to say everyone lived happily ever after. In a Jezebel-inspired era—where power, lust, and control are the driving forces of humanity—there are no limitations to the wicked games that are played.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMB Productions
• Release date: Jun 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201786434

John Marcus Brown

John Marcus Brown is an advocate of self-development who leads by example. He uses every obstacle and challenge as an opportunity for personal growth. He acknowledges that great things can be accomplished when passion and purpose are unified. John is one who is always concerned with building positive relationships because he understands the heartaches negativity can bring. If someone needs uplifting, he pays it forward by lending a helping hand.

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Chapter 1

Black Velvet

On this lonely night , Mercedes has been trying to process her thoughts and feelings as she stands there motionless by the door. As she hears more knocks on her door, she looks through the peephole again to see Megan anxiously waiting for the door to open. Mercedes can tell that Megan is on pins; hell— they both are.

The day at the hospital when Mercedes went to visit her—Mercedes left her address on that letter she wrote (this is how Megan knew how to find her). On the back of the letter at the very bottom, Mercedes left a note that said: "If you ever get some free time, you’re welcome to visit. Hope to see you..." Mercedes left the ball completely in Megan’s court. Unable to resist the temptation, she’s here accepting that invitation.

Megan is so nervous that she’s going back in forth in her mind like, "Maybe she’s sleep? Should I wait? Should I go? Fuck—what am I doing? I shouldn’t be here, right?" After pondering on these thoughts, she talks herself into walking away. Right as she turns to walk off, she hears the door open. 

When that door opens, Megan stops in her tracks, turns back around, and looks up to see her beautiful, sexy boo-thang standing before her, looking better than ever. They lock eyes for several moments, then Mercedes breaks the silence with, "Didn’t expect to see you here... Megan is very hesitant as she says, I was umm...I was just passing through and thought I’d stop by. Hope this isn’t a bad time?" Mercedes quickly assures her that the timing couldn’t have been better.

Megan definitely showed up to make a hell of an impression. She showed up wearing a very seductively alluring black dress. The dress highlighted all of the curves of her figure. Her thighs were exposed, along with just enough cleavage to get anyone aroused. She was rockin’ her beautiful, curly, natural hair to complement her overall appearance. Megan topped it all off with a sexy pair of black heels.

In her hand, she’s holding a bottle of wine and says, "I was hoping we could catch up over a drink or two? Mercedes blushes and says, Of course—I’d love that..." Megan hands the bottle to her, then Mercedes hugs her. As they’re hugging, she feels the warm embrace from Megan as they hold each other for several moments.

While they’re hugging, Mercedes is captivated by the silky-smooth feel of Megan’s velvety dress as she gently runs her fingers along the fabric. Megan’s heart-rate increases as she feels Mercedes’ hands gently caressing her—which leads her into doing the same. As they pull away, Mercedes softly says, "Wow—you look so nice... Megan anxiously responds, Thank you..."

Mercedes welcomes her inside, and after the door is closed, Mercedes leads her over to the couch to have a seat. As Megan gets comfortable, Mercedes goes over to get some glasses so she can pour up some wine for them to sip on as they talk.

While Megan is looking at Mercedes walk to the kitchen, she’s there, nervous and damn-near trembling from anxiety. It’s been so long since they’ve been in each other’s personal space. Megan is also battling all of these feelings of guilt and bitterness that she’s been bottling up.

On the other hand, Mercedes isn’t feeling any guilt or bitterness, just this anxious anticipation. There’s only been small, casual talk so far as they both are still feeling each other out. It’s like one is waiting on the other to make the first move, but someone has to do it, right?

Once Mercedes pours the wine and walks over to the couch, she hands the glass to Megan, then she takes a seat next to her. With their bodies both positioned towards each other, Mercedes holds her glass up and says, "Glad you decided to come see me. Cheers to you... Megan smiles and says, Thanks for having me. Cheers..."

As they make their toast, they hear a knock on the door. Mercedes almost forgot that she had ordered some food. She tells Megan, "Oh, hold on real quick—that’s probably my food." Megan politely smiles, and Mercedes gets up to go to the door.

When Mercedes goes to the door, she peeps through the peephole to make sure it’s the delivery guy. Once she sees the guy there, she opens the door, and the guy says, "Hey—order for Mercedes? She says, Yes, that’s me. He hands her the food, and she thanks him as she gives him his tip as well. The guy says, Thanks! Have a goodnight. Mercedes tells him, You too."

After she closes the door, she puts her food on the countertop. Then, Megan says, "Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt ya night—go ahead and eat, we can catch up another time... Mercedes looks at her and says, I’ll eat in a lil bit. Now—where were we?" Mercedes goes to sit right back down next to her on the couch.

As they sip their wine, they both speak simultaneously—like, in an overly anxious manner. As they stumble over their words, Megan says, "Oh, I’m sorry. You go ahead... Then, Mercedes says, No, no—my bad—didn’t mean to interrupt you. You got it..." Megan takes a deep breath, then says:

"Sooo—how are you?"

"I’m doing good. How are you?"

"Everything’s well. Just—umm..."

"You—you good?"

"Yeah, just—shit—I guess I should be honest right now..."

"About?"

Megan looks Mercedes right in the eyes and continues:

"I’m—I’m just nervous, and I don’t know why..."

"I am too..."

"Really? I can’t tell..."

"I mean—it’s you—why wouldn’t I be?"

"Didn’t know I had that effect on you..."

"You always have..."

Megan blushes as she plays with her curls. Mercedes goes on with:

So, you feeling better since you’ve been out the hospital?

"Yes, I feel much better, thanks for asking. And listen—thank you for coming to see me..."

"Of course—there was no other place I would’ve rather been..."

"That’s sweet. I uhh, I just—I feel so bad—like—I owe you so many apologies..."

"You don’t owe me anything. I just—"

"No—I do. And I didn’t mean to cut you off, but—I just need to get this off of my chest..."

"Okay—sure..."

Megan gently sits her glass down on the table in front of them as she goes on to say, "Mercedes—my umm—my biggest regret was cutting you off. I know I was bitter, and I felt some type of way for the longest time—too fuckin’ long to be honest—but I can’t sit here and lie to myself any longer...I umm—I never got over you. I fought my fuckin’ hardest not to give in. I knew I was into Terrance, and I wanted to be into him more, but the truth is—I guess I was more into you..."

Mercedes has almost fallen into a trance listening to Megan confess. Megan goes on, "It’s like I wanted you, but I thought I wanted him more. It’s crazy, I know. Like, I wanted him to know that I wanted him more, but my feelings kept coming back to you. I nearly felt shameless, but I guess I had this deeply rooted insecurity, for whatever reason. I just didn’t know how to feel about a—ya know—another girl having me feel that way. You just always had this way about you; like—a way that I could never seem to resist..."

Mercedes is speechless as she listens. Megan keeps on, "In denial, I just wanted to be strong. I just wanted to show you that I wasn’t weak for you, and I guess being angry and cold towards you was the easy way out. But that doesn’t justify my behavior, ya know? It’s fucked up how I treated you, and believe me—I’ve felt like shit—every single fuckin’ day. It was childish, it was inappropriate, and it was just a waste of time. That’s the reason why I’ve felt so conflicted, I guess—all that time I wasted—for what?"

Mercedes hears Megan’s voice begin to crack, but Megan continues:

"Then, at one of my lowest points, while I’m in the hospital—I see you. A person I wanted to forget about; well—at least a person I thought I wanted to forget about. I should’ve been more forgiving and welcoming because you really were coming to check on me. And even after you left, do you know it took me several hours before I could even open that envelope you left me? Yeah—seriously. But when I read that letter, I just couldn’t resist anymore. I fought and fought, but those words you spoke—you got me—that’s why I showed up at ya door tonight..."

"Wow—umm—thank you for sharing that. And listen, Megan...I just gotta be honest—you’ve had me since day one. I just never wanted to pressure you. I wanted you to come around whenever you were ready. I’ve always felt that anything that has to be forced isn’t natural; that’s why I never pressured you. Was it easy? No. But because I respected you, I was willing to wait it out..."

"You—you’ve waited on me?"

"Why do you think I left Houston to come here?"

"Wow..."

"And I hope that doesn’t come off as obsessive or creepish, but—here I am..."

"I’ve just never had anyone do that before..."

"I’ve never had anyone who made me wanna do that before..."

Megan is catching chills and gets more nervous. She has to try to slightly divert the topic because tensions are flaring. She responds:

"Mmmm...and thank you for sharing those pictures of ya sister. Mariah was a beautiful girl..."

"Thank you so much. She was my sweetheart..."

"I’ll forever cherish those pictures..."

"Thank you..."

"You’re welcome. How’s the wine?"

"It’s really good!"

"Good! I remember what you like..."

"I see..."

You need a refill?

"Why not?"

"I got us..."

"Oh, it’s fine—you’re my guest—I got it..."

"No, you relax—I got you..."

Megan gently grabs the glass out of Mercedes’ hand and gets up to walk towards the kitchen to grab the bottle to refill the glasses. While Megan is walking back towards the couch with the wine, Mercedes says, "That dress looks so good on you..." Flattered,