Date with Destiny

By Butterfly Brown

Date with Destiny opens your world and the world of Destiny Hodgkin. A young successful business owner who finds that everything is not always what it seems. Inviting trust and love into her life, she now wants to abandon it all. How is the question?

Tired and frustrated, she seeks the help of a friend. A friend that she could confide in. A friend that she thought was safe. Why not turn to her father, he has money, he could take all her cares away.

Havent you ever wanted to just abandon all things and just hide? Get away from work and lifes responsibilities. That's what Destiny wants but can't seem to do., yet something happens that spins her life out of control. Did she get what she wants?

Take a walk with Destiny and see where it leads her. What seems like never ending twists and turns takes her on a journey she could have never imagined.

Maybe you'll think twice about your destiny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496906212

Butterfly Brown

The author has been writing poems and short stories since she was a little girl. Reading all types of books but mainly adventure, romance and suspense. Butterfly Brown was the editor and contributing writer for Hot Spots located in the Washington DC metropolitan area. Her on going weekly drama kept readers captivated. Attending a writing seminar after much encouragement, and 3 years later, her first book was born, She enjoys reading crocheting and watching her grandson grow. She was born and raised in Shelby NC but has lived in the DC Maryland area most of her life. There around her family and friends is where she is encouraged and inspired.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/21/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-0622-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-0621-2 (e)

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Contents

Destiny Begins

Cigarette Anyone?

How about an aspirin?

The Color Of Orange & Yellow

Buzzards Do Fly

Need I Say More

Baby Boy??

Catch ME If You Can

I’m in Trouble

Hand cuffs instead of a Designer Bracelet

I Spy You Spy

What are friends for.

Surprise!

Vodka on the rocks please!

Stroke it till Midnight

It takes 2 to make a baby

Time for Business

Sprung

Strategy

Now you have Questions!

Only Thoughts

Moving Day

Another Problem?

And You ask?

Good Job Prizzo

Freedom

You Saw Me Naked

More Trouble

Forbidden fruit

A secret meeting

What to Do Next?

Confusion

On the Move

The Big Break

The Board Meeting

I did it on my Own

The Maid

We’re getting there

The set up

Phase III

In Motion

Making Notes tying up loose ends

Board Meeting II

About the Author

Dedication

Zoelin Remese Brown.

June 8 1961 to January 22 2013

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Zoe, and I as I like to call her meet when our parents moved into the same neighborhood. We were 4 months apart in age, we both had unusual names which was not the norm back then like it is now. We both got teased and laughed at because of our names. So I guess it was inevitable that we would bond.

In elementary school, l we hid our Barbie dolls in our desks and got caught a few times. In Junior high school, we experienced and teased boys together, in High school we became Thespians together. She loved butterflies, I loved unicorns.

She was the true definition of a best friend. We did things that we shouldn’t have, did things that made us laugh and cry. We were always there for each other. In, and out of trouble. It got to the point that our friends would ask where was one when they saw one of us without the other.

Sadly shortly after graduating from high school when we got married and started living life, an event occurred that caused us to go our separate ways. She stopped speaking to me, and I lost track of her. 15 or so years went by, she saw my daughter on the subway and sent a message to me to call her.

Thru tears of joy and apologies, we rekindled our friendship. She said she knew then, that I wasn’t to blame for what happened. I told her I understood why she made the decisions she made at that time. God healed us thru the love and friendship we both had for each other.

Sadly she told me she had cancer. You would have never guessed that this beautiful woman was suffering. She never showed it. Not the light, hope and energy she was to us all. She always smiled and had a positive attitude. Around the time of high school we also forged a friendship with Karen Mouton and Wanda Gill.

It was Zoelin that brought the 4 of us together again. We made a pact that, the 4 of us would get together at least once a month for the rest of our lives. I still have the picture we all took the first day we all got together again. The 3 of us to this day still try to keep that pact because of her. You are the reason I dedicate my Author name, Butterfly Brown in your honor. I see a butterfly and think of you.

Zoelin, I love and miss you dearly. You have inspired me. You have counselled me, you have been my friend, my confidant, but most of all things, you have loved me. You are the true definition of a best friend. Upon my life journeys end, I will see you again.

My first published book took 3 years to write. I would personally like to thank first and foremost,

God. The creator of earth and each and every one of us who all go thru this thing called life.

My parents, Lois and Richard Hovington and my biological father Lenard W. Logan home with God. .

My loving husband Carlton Taylor Jr. of which trials and tribulations we have gotten us thru together with LOVE.

My 3 girls of whom I was so richly blessed in having. Arron L Neal, Shyanne D Robinson and Jennah B Taylor-Hughes. Just the thought of you always brings a smile to my face. I couldn’t be more proud of you.

My first grandson Robert E, Neal the IV. The first boy in our family and the joy of my life.

I hope Nana makes you proud.

A special thanks to Wanda Gill. She has been a true friend from the day I meet her. She convinced me to try out for the cheerleading squad. She, already a pro, had a shoulder and ear always ready for me. Thanks to her wisdom and guidance, when I asked her if she would read, critique and edit my book she, with no hesitation, accepted, always there to calm my nerves.

Thank you Wanda, for sharing my life, my tears, and my heart. Our friendship, tried and true is special to me.

Although I would love to name everyone, family and friends, who have crossed my path in one way or another, I can’t. You know who you are.

Thank you all for being a part of my life that helped mold me into the person I am today.

Destiny Begins

She is tall and statuesque. Lean and proud as the courtship of the Manhattan sky loams and kisses her roof top. Rain and the winters of time have given her that special look of character. Chiseled stone revealing proud signs of age, her breast, are brazenly bold.

Wall to wall, bezelled glass chrome and no signs of life, as the peak of her head comes into view. Walls of secrets slowly reveal her perfect goods. A four lane track outlines the landscape consisting of a glistening 8 foot pool. Canons of moss, dead branches and rocks are hiding the Jacuzzi. Planted Redwood trees inviting you to come aboard, also outline the perimeter.

I can see from the helicopter, as I hear the blades turning, whirling into the wind, kicking up gust of dirt and fallen leaves. The building seems to sway. Swells of water in the pool rise and fall, simulating breezes of tropical waves, getting bigger and strongest as we fly closer. The helicopter lands to the right of the basketball court he had put in last year.

I’m thinking to myself now, I’ll do a few laps when I land. Ease the stress. Yes, the three day conference lasted a whole week and I could use the warmth and softness of the water as I imagine it surrounding my body.

Should have known better when Mark scheduled the conference and gave me my itentarary. He’s one of daddy’s right hand men and thinks he knows it all yet he knows nothing. Incompetent! He had to know it was going to be more than a three day conference, or at least figured it out.

Why daddy keeps him on payroll I’ll never know. He is daddy’s willing flunky. That’s why. At his every beck and call and daddy loves feeling of being king.

A few laps around the pool could ease the tension from the phony people and embellished accounts of nothingness I had to endure all week, nonstop conferences all day and meetings for the board.

On second thought, soaking in the Jacuzzi might be better. Steele is probably not home anyway. I hope he isn’t. That way I can relax in silence.

Mrs. King, fasten your seat belt now. We are about to land. Nodding to the pilots I hear that nagging phone ring again.

Hey baby!!—How are you? The flight crew doing a good job of landing my boo safely? I heard you flying in. I can’t wait to plant a big wet kiss on those juicy lips of yours.

Steele how long have you been calling me?

"For a while boo. I thought maybe the noise from the helicopter maybe muffling the ring as well, so I kept calling. Didn’t mean to annoy you,

Baby, are you Ok? You must still be working or were you daydreaming again?"

Cute! No Steele. I’ll see you in a few, we are beginning to land now.

And so I see him as we fly closer to our landing spot. At least I’m home now. We now start our decent down for another smooth roof top landing.

There he is standing between the sliding glass doors of the bedroom that looks out to the roof and view of New York.

He looking obviously spent and showing how fit his body is as we get closer.

Steele always kept his body in shape. Steven Wayne King. The man, whom would become my husband.

Ironic his middle name is daddy’s first name. Both Wayne’s have been getting on my nerves lately. Royally on my nerves, Yet, somehow I love them both.

I don’t know how many times I heard that story of how he got his name. Steele, a nick name he earned from his wrestling team mates. They would say when he pinned you, he felt like a ton of steel on top of you.

When we met in college he was the co-caption of the wrestling team. He took pride in how he looked and the image he portrayed. He looked light as a feather but weighed every bit of 240 lbs.

Nothing but muscle, hard and lean. Just under 6 feet although he swears he’s 6 feet tall, and then some. The muscles in his legs and arms never seemed to end. Just like then, he works out everyday. At least 3 hours a day. Back then, I used to watch him workout.

Carol, my best friend at the time would laugh and tease him (behind his back of course) that all athletes, especially those with extra rippling muscles had little dicks. I had actually heard the same thing but never believed it.

Rob, the love of my life then, was studying law and wasn’t into sports unless it was on TV, so I couldn’t disprove or at least put a dent in Carol’s theory. Maybe not enough experience by then. Sure, I had boyfriends, and yes maybe I picked the ones, I knew wouldn’t pressure me with sex. I kept them at bay. I wanted to concentrate on school and not fall into that love stuff.

Mind you, her research was based on the five serious boyfriends that I knew of that she had up until that time.

Two, were from high school that played