The Un-Suspecting Husband To-Be

By T.E. Henry

Charles Landson, an architect and president of his own company is finding it difficult to design his own life. He becomes flustered by the sudden reappearance of Diana, his first love. His life is thrown into a whirlpool of confusion, out of which he eventually finds his one true love.
Dianas Heart is filled with determination, for she has only one goal, to gain Charless love. She is fearful of her deceit, if immaturely brought to light all her hopes of regaining Charles would be gone. Blinded by lust, but lead by love Diana has return to Charles after months of no communication. She loved him and he had promised to love her, surely they were meant to be together.
Tallya finds that love isnt all its made out to be. She has lost her heart to a man she had deemed perfect. Only to find her perfect man was not so perfect. She finds love and affection in another mans arms, only to return to Charles the man she loved, and the man who had promised to be there for her, surely he would be there for her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781493104567

T.E. Henry

Who is T.E Henry? I am a Jamerican, that is a Jamaican American. There are parts of both cultures that has influenced my writing. I can very honestly say the intense sexual side of my writing has definitely been influenced by my Jamaican culture; while the openness to express and share these intensely sexual characters with the world is influenced by my American culture which allows for freedom of expression. I wrote my first compilation of love poems at age sixteen. Yet what did I know of love at that age, not much. Now in the middle of my journey, in this adventure called life, I write from what life has thought me. Who am I, a woman, a sexual being, a goddess, who writes for other goddesses.

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CHAPTER 1

D IANA CREPT QUIETLY about the apartment. She swiftly gathered her things form the bathroom: tooth-brush, tooth-paste and an unused bottle of mouthwash. She was trying to be as quiet as she possibly could. However, there was no reason for her to be so quiet, he wasn’t home—and would not be for another six hours. She looked solemnly at herself in the bathroom mirror and wondered for the hundredth time if she was doing the right thing.

The left and right sides of her brain were in turmoil. Her logically side urged her to continue packing, it urged her to pack as fast as she could get her bags and get out! It also reminded her of all the other times she had almost left and had quickly hide her suitcases when she had heard him turning his keys at the door, or for many other trivial reasons. Her heart had been confused about the love she was sure of and the happiness she yearned for. But could Charles ever make her happy? She’d often ask herself. God knows she’d tried to be. The emotional side of her brain wanted her to stay, worried about his feelings and felt guilty for the way she was about to end things. Diana questioned whether she could really pull it off. She knew that whatever she decided her life would be changed forever. She decided this time her left side would win.

She went into the bedroom and saw a picture she had taken just two months before. It was Christmas time and he had taken her to his parent’s house to have Christmas dinner. They were sitting on one of his parent’s huge leather sofas his hands were wrapped about her, like a runner who had just been handed his prize. To her that picture embodied the reason for her making the decision she was making. The look of utter satisfaction that he had on his face, the way he cradled her close to his chest, she had never seen a picture in which the roles were reversed and she was the one looking happy and satisfied.

She rubbed her forehead and continued with her packing. It was too late to turn back. She had already put in her resignation letter at work, and had made plane reservations for bright and sunny Florida. She had already called her sister Domonic and had arranged for her to pick her up from the airport. Yet these reasons where not the reasons for her wanting, no, needing to go. She had tried many times to get Charles to understand how she was feeling all her efforts and seemingly been in vain.

She wondered how he would react once he realized that she was gone. Again she rubbed her forehead, as if attempting to rub away all thoughts of him from it, knowing that it would take a lot more for her to ever really be able to remove him completely from her thoughts. Charles would be hurt,that she knew for sure, unfortunately his constant neglect of her feelings had driven her to this point.

Diana threw three huge suitcases on top of their king size bed and began to incoherently through things in. She hoped she was not forgetting to pack the important things. She did not like to rush but under the circumstances she had run out of options. When everything she owned, everything that could fit in her suit case that is, was packed, she sat on the edge of the bed she’d slept in for the past two years of her life and took three long deep breaths; she was holding back tears. She then proceeded to count from one to one hundred, in a continued attempt to keep herself calm. She hoped that this procedure would give her the strength she needed to walk out the door, further more she needed strength just to get her behind of their bed.

She reached for their picture on the bed table and looked long and hard at the people in it. It was her all right, and he was sitting next to her. Him, in his red and green Christmas sweeter, she wore the exact colors. There he was his hand circled about her like a hungry squirrel that had found his precious nut. They looked almost perfect together, she had to admit. He had a way of making things look good even in the darkest hours. She wondered if she could truly live without him.

Her glazed wondered to the garbage bin. On top of papers and other trash there was a condom. She knew it was the one he had used the night before, she remembered taking out the garbage three days earlier. She had had to, a foul scent had accosted her nose the second she entered their home.

Taking out the garbage, another issue they had had in their relationship. After two years of living together he still did not comprehend why that topic continued to surface during arguments. He still did not get it. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take the trash out herself, Gods knows she had two very strong hands of her own. The fact was she felt cheated, she kept their apartment perfect, meals were always prepared and ready for him, his dry cleaning picked up and she always looked perfect on his arm whenever they went to social events. Taking out the trash was one of the few things on his short list of household duties. Yet she found herself doing it several times per-week.

The condom with fluid still visible inside of it was another reminder of why she had to leave. Last night she had not been in the mode for sex. After she had taken out the three day old kitchen garbage along with all the other trash bags in the apartment, she had spent hours arguing to herself. Her arguing had progress into tears, she cried through her preparation of his dinner. He arrived home to find his life was still perfect, he had no clue that she had been on an emotional roller-coaster just hours before. She often wondered if he was truly clueless, or had he gotten to the point in their relationship where only his happiness mattered. For these reasons she had finally decided she had to leave. She hated the miserable crying person she had become. Tears filled her eyes as she remembered their night together. She realized that that would probably be the last time they would make love.

The memory of her first time filled her mind. She was twenty-five and still a virgin, at least until he came along. She closed her eyes and thought of that night. She remembered the smell of him on top of her, the feel of his heave body, the masculine sound of his voice as he asked if she was sure. She thought of the way she had clutched on to him as the first rush of pain spurge through her vagina. Two hours later she had awaken to find him asleep next to her. She had shyly awaked him up and told him that she was ready for more.

For the third time she rubbed her forehead breaking her trance. How could last night had turned out the way it did? She wondered. Then she remembered why the argument started in the first. She remembered the words fresh in her mind, she had asked him to use another condom.

Baby, aren’t you forgetting something?

No. He had said and proceeded about his business.

Please baby put on a condom, you used one an hour ago what’s the big deal now?

Diana, how are we suppose to start a family if we keep using those damn things?

The words rang repeatedly in her head. A family, a family, a family; she wasn’t ready for nor had she ever thought about a family. He hadn’t even discussed it with her, she had thought. How dear he.

Will you put on the god damn condom already! Or get the hell off of me! She had screamed.

He had eased off of her shock obvious in his face.

Is there something we need to talk about? He had asked.

You use to listen to me! You use to ask me what I wanted, you use to care about my thoughts!

I still do. Diana what is going on?

The fact that you don’t know shows how different you’ve become from each other! I think you want different things right now!

She had tried her best to calm down. She was the only one yelling. He had sat there in the dark his voice low and disbelieving. Yet as much as she tried to forget the words kept repeating in her head — a family.

What the hell rush was he in anyway. They were still young and had a lot of time to talk about and decide on when to start a family. But he had made all the decisions all on his own, something she had noticed him doing more and more over the pass months.

Then the unthinkable happened. He had rolled of the bed and turned on the light. He stood naked in front of her. She remembered becoming even more angered by his blatant nakedness. Then he had stared directly in her eyes and asked if she was sleeping with someone else.

What! What the hell are you talking about! Just because I don’t what to have sex with you without a condom you immediately think I’m having sex with other people. You should know me better than that!

He had stood silent in front of her, confused and bewildered, completely caught unprepared for the sudden change of events. Then he turned away from her view, and in a low trembling voice he had asked.

When did we start having sex, and stopped making love, Diana?

She felt sick in her stomach. The pain the argument was causing became more obvious in his tone. She was even more sickened, for she did not know when their lovemaking had turned to sex. She just didn’t know. The thought had made her sad. She began to regret ever starting the argument. Her heart started to ache for him and she wanted to comfort him. But he had started to become as upset as she was. They both said things they should not have said, words that instantly wounded them both. Like a blow to the stomach, word after word they continued to torment each other.

His body jerked as he argued. Diana had watched in complete disgusted as his penis wobbled up and down with each jerk. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She had walked across to the closet retrieved his rob and threw it to him. Then she’d lifted her head and announced that she was sleeping on the sofa for the night. She had turned, walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut behind her. Diana couldn’t believe it, an hour before they had made love, had sex, whatever. Now she was sleeping on the sofa. She had flipped and turned for hours before falling asleep. The next morning she was still asleep while he had woken up two hours earlier and left. He had gotten up earlier so that he would have enough time to go to the market and buy her twenty-four long stem red roses.

When she had awakened the roses were the first thing she saw. He had placed them in a vase on a table next to the sofa. The card had read.

I don’t know what happened last night. But whatever I did to cause it I’m sorry. I love you more than anything in this world you must know that by now.

Love forever

Your first love

Diana replaced the picture with them in matching Christmas sweater back onto the bed table. She stood up took up two of her three suitcase and turned to leave. She walked into the living room placed the bags on the floor and turned back toward the bedroom to retrieve her third and last bag. She got the other bag from the bedroom. As she bent to place it on the floor next to the others she saw the roses he had left for her only seven hours before.

Then there was the picture of his parents, him and her that was also taken on Christmas day. It sat next to the flowers. She picked it up and observed the people in it. They were all smiling, all happy. But even then she knew that she and he was not working out.

Two weeks before Christmas he had brought home a three-carrot diamond bracelet a matching necklace and a deed to a two-story house. He hadn’t even asked for her opinion on house, or even allowed her to help chose the home they were suppose to spend years together in. At that point she had decided that she was going to have to find her dream without him. Everything he wanted and wished for in life was opposite of wanted she desired.

Diana stared at the picture, particularly at his mother. She had grown fond of Diana and Diana of her. Diana’s eyes filled with tears as she thought of how much of an impact her action would have in everyone’s lives. Yet she knew that he was trying to create in her a woman she could never be. He was trying to create a mother, a role she was not willing to play and did not know if she would ever be willing to play. He wanted to recreate his mother. A perfect size woman, a wonderful wife and mother, with perfect purl white teeth that shun through her ever perfect and constant smile.

Diana knew she was not perfect. And could never become even half molded into the person his mom was. She did not care to try. She was young after all. All she desired was her career, something she perceived he would always place second to his desire for a family.

She griped the pictured firmly in her sweaty hand, again she questioned herself about leaving. She was no longer sure of all the reasons. She sat on the sofa still holding the picture frame in her hands. She began to cry, allowing the tears to flow out, no longer wanting to hold them back. She thought about leaving a letter explaining to everyone why she was leaving.

In the end she placed the picture into her purse and walked out of the apartment. I still love you, she heard herself saying. But he was not around to hear.

CHAPTER 2

T HE SOUND OF forks being dropped upon empty plates echoed around the table. A three-course meal had finally finished.

Charles touched his stomach and looked lovingly towards his mother.

Well mom you out did yourself this time. That was delicious. Charles said.

Yes Mrs. Landson Charles is right the entire meal was exquisite. Tallya also complemented.

Honey that was wonderful. Agreed Mr. Landson.

The table is well lighted, it’s usually elegance was tonight appreciated.

I’ll help to clear the table. Tallya offered.

No! Replied Mrs. Landson. Who quickly scooped up two dishes into her hand and hurriedly left the dining room.

Tallya retook her seat and sat quietly next to her boyfriend. She wished she were anywhere else in the world other than where she was. She could not control the tears, which filled her eyes, and was escaping in an abundant flow down her cheeks.

Charles please take me home, she implored in an anguished whisper.

Pushing her chair away from the table Tallya made a quick escape out the dining room. She was walking so fast, she practically ran towards the coatroom at the front of the house. All the occupants of the capacious house could hear her loud sobs. Finding her coat and her purse she walked out of the house toward her car, vowing never to return again.

In her newly remodeled kitchen Charles confronted his mother. There had been many similar out comes to long drown out three course meals, but tonight Charles would not allowed his mothers’ bad behavior to go un-checked.

Mom why do you always do this? I told you I love Tallya, she’s beautiful, intelligent, easy to get along with. What more can a man ask for?!

Mrs. Landson continued attending to the task of loading the dishes into the dishwasher. She was trying to not make her son even more upset than he obviously already was. She finished loading the dishes and quickly began to put the packaged uneaten food into the refrigerator. Her ambidextrous abilities expedited her movement, finished, she scanned the kitchen for additional tasks. There was nothing left to clean in her now perfect kitchen; she realized that she could no longer avoid her son.

I just don’t like her, she replied to her still noticeably furious son.

Mom you didn’t like Michelle, Tina or Candy either.

Well what kind of a name is Candy?

Mom that’s beside the point and you know it. It’s over between Diana and me. We’re never getting back together. And Tallya isn’t Diana, neither was Michelle, Tina or Candy, so stop comparing my girlfriends to her!

Taking a deep breath Charles tried to calm himself down, he needed to get his point across to his mom, and yelling was not the best way to do it. His mom was as equally stubborn as he was. He knew that she felt she was justified in her way of thinking. He also knew that