A test of Love - Navaura Campbell (best management books of all time .txt) 📗

in and I thought I would die when he penetrated that first time. I didn't think I'd enjoy sex as much as I had then.

God, Diary, when we were together last month, it felt as if I would die of pure ecstasy. Is that even possible? I'd never enjoyed sex that way before. His mouth, his hands, his body and the way it formed to mine. Diary, (I sigh now), I love that man. I love him so much that it hurts to even think about being with someone else. It was horrible when he sent me that one sentence letter (a smile). It was horrible because it was then I began counting the days he'd come back. I thought he'd be back sooner than two years, I thought I'd give him a year. If he wasn't back by then, I wouldn't dwell on it. I had done that. I had put away everything he'd ever given me. I'd taken his pictures off my desk, even removed them from my wallet. For eleven and a half months, I was sure I wouldn't see him again. I was so sure that he was gone for good and he wasn't coming back for me, that it surprised me when I did see him at the house.

I wanted to run over to him and wrap him in my arms that moment when I'd first seen him. He looked a little like the guy he'd been in high school, but with more attitude. He looked to have matured a lot in the past two years. I was tripping out because he'd left a boy and came back a man. I know, a man really doesn't show signs of maturity until their at least twenty five years old, but he did. He even looked older than twenty. He just turned twenty in February. On the twelfth to be exact. I turned twenty in November of 2002. So, in others words, I'll be twenty one this November on the twenty third. Anyway, I wasn't expecting to see him standing there looking so sexy and then when he gave me that same boyish grin he'd given in high school, I was kind of taken back to that day when we went to the fair. He'd given me that same grin when we were on the Rocket.

Anyhow, Diary, I know these are supposed to convince me he loves me right? All of these memories. But, I can't help it but be curious as to who is she? What was she doing there? Do you think I'm being...

Denise stopped her pen in mid air and sat it down on top the open book. Going over to her desk, she reached into her purse, lifting out her phone with the Stephanie Mills ring tone playing. Jordan's name flashed across the screen. She stood there in place staring at it. Heart thumping in her chest. He still wanted to talk to her. This caused a brief sigh of relief. She watched it ring four times, before it stopped. Exhaling another sigh, this one anxious, she took the phone back to her bed. Laying it down on the mauve colored comforter, she cleared her throat and picked up her pen. Just as she did this, the ring tone went off again. Swallowing hard, she grabbed the phone. Pick it up! Her heart whispered. No, don't. You'll make him think that what he did was ok. Her brain stated. Pick it up! Her heart screamed. No! Her brain disagreed. The war waged back and forth until the ringing ceased.

Denise sighed a breath of relief. Her heart was saddened but her mind was gloating. Telling her she'd done a great job. Sighing, she put the phone down and grabbed her pen. She was just about to finish her last sentence, when a knock sounded on her door. The door opened and her mother poked her head in, "Denise, telephone."
Denise sighed, "Tell who ever it is that I'll call them back," she stated.
"I think you may want to take this call."
"I'm writing, I'll call back later."
Mrs. Richards sighed into the phone, "Jordan, Denise says she'll call you back later, when she finishes what ever she's doing right now."
Denise grabbed her notebook and was about to start back writing, when her mother cleared her throat. "He says it's important."
Denise sighed, "So is my diary right now."
Mrs. Richards narrowed her eyes, "Jordan, sweetie, she said her diary's more important at the moment."
Denise turned her eyes to her mother disbelief over her features. "I never said that, mom. I just want to finish what I'm doing. Tell him I will call him back.
Mrs. Richards sighed, spoke into the phone. "He said he really wants to talk to you right now."
"What's so hard about waiting till I'm done?" Denise pouted.
"Jordan, she says you're just going to have to..." Her mom cut off. And nodded her head listening. Finally, she turned back to her and said, "He says he's sorry about the girl. She made a copy of his key and snuck into the house. He didn't even know she was there."
Denise sighed and placed her diary on the bed, "Ask him how did she get the key to copy it?"
Mrs. Richards asked Jordan about this all the while staring at her daughter, a perplexed expression her on her face. "He says her name's Carene. She's one of the girls he was telling you about. She'd been the clingy one."
This caused a smile to appear on Denise's face. "The clingy one, ey?" She whispered softly. Mrs. Richards talked back into the phone. She's sitting there with this goofy grin on her face." Mrs. Richards smiled at the sparks in her daughter's eyes. She'd never seen Denise happier than when she was talking to him. Sighing into the phone, she said, "He says he loves you and he misses you really bad."

Sighing, Denise got up off her bed and grabbed the phone from her mother, "Hey, Jordan."
Denise was shocked at the sigh he let out. He'd been holding his breath? This caused an even wider smile to form across her mouth.
"Hi, Denise." The sound of deep vocal waves made her stomach flutter with butterflies.
"How are you doing?" She spoke back into the receiver, hoping her voice sounded a lot more calmer than she really was.
"I'm good. I thought that was why you hadn't answered my calls." He stated, his tone relaxed.
Denise laughed softly, "Twenty one."
"So, you've been counting them?"
She sighed and sank back onto her bed as her mother closed the door and exited her room.
"It was hard not too, considering you're only one of five people that have this number."
Jordan laughed, "Alright then, so what's the chocolate butterfly up to tonight?"
Denise raised a brow, "Chocolate Butterfly?"
"Yeah, chocolate butterfly."
"Why butterfly?"
"Because they are some of the most beautiful colorful creatures in the world."
Denise laughed, "You're sweet. So...how did Carene get your key?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
"Didn't you say that you guys broke up before you moved out of Andrew's and Tanya's?"
"Yeah, and we did. That's why I was so startled when I heard her voice."
Denise furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"
Jordan sighed, "Well..."
Denise listened till he finished. Once he did, she gave her opinion. "She sounds sort of crazy if you ask me."
"You have no idea. I've tried everything I can think of to get that girl disinterested in me and nothing works. It seems the more I turn her away, the more forceful she becomes."
Denise smiled, "You do have that dark look in your eyes when you're serious. It's very sexy. She probably gets turned on every time you tell her to leave you alone."
"It's not my fault God cursed me with beautiful eyes."
Denise laughed, "They're not a curse, they're a gift."
"A gift you say?"
"Yep. God blessed you with them through your father, you should be happy, feel lucky about that."
A smile was heard in his voice, "I am happy about that. My dad was an awesome man."
Denise sighed, "Yeah, so what was your day like?"
Chapter Fifteen

 Mid August winds were cooling down the sweltering heat of summer as the season made its transition into autumn. The tree branches and their leaves were beginning to drain of deep piercing colors and turning a dry yellow due to the swift change in conditions. Jordan inhaled sharply, placed the keys of his apartment in the place he'd found them in and moved away from the door. Excited that within hours, he'd be back in Hampton.

 

He and Denise had talked none stop since the day he'd finally gotten a hold of her on the phone. They'd talked about everything from their high-school days to what was happening between them two. He'd manage to get everything taken care of in two months. This he couldn't believe. He'd given a month's resignation, on both his apartment and his job. Now, as he made his way out to his car, his mind settled on exactly how was he going to get into Hampton. He doubted that the scholarship they'd offered back in high-school was still valuable, considering the fact that he was long past the acceptance phase. Two years was a long time to expect a scholarship hold. Sighing, he thought of his plans for college. He knew he wanted to be a lawyer.

He'd always wanted to do so, ever since he'd visited his grandfather's law library as a youngster. He'd grown up sitting beside his grandpa during the summer months in Ireland. The thing was, The Williams' clan in Conacht Ireland were among few Irishmen who'd developed into wealthy land owners. They didn't own the island or anything like that, but they profited enough in renting out some of the acres they had, as well as defending citizens in Northern Ireland.

 

The lands up there were really wealthy. His grandfather had attended his first trial experience when he was nine up under the wings of his father, who'd been a judge. So, it was custom that the Williams' men were lawyers. What made Jordan's dad, Patrick Williams so different was that he'd rebelled in that since when he'd come to America, on his father's money of-course and became a chemical engineer first and then a pilot in the United States Army.

 

Patrick had gained redemption because of the fact that four year old Jordan Williams hung on to his grandfather's every word, enthralled at some of the stories the older man would tell him about some of the men he'd defended. It was at six when Jordan had decided to become a lawyer. Sighing, Jordan sighed considering both Mel and Arlyn lucky to have gotten the inheritance after their father's death, which ironically enough happened around the same time as his own father's. Jordan exited the building and hopped into his car. On the way back to Hampton, he'd have plenty of time to consider what his options were about starting school the upcoming spring semester.

Denise sat in course H104, bored to death. She'd already learned all about American history and figured she really didn't need to take this course on the structure of the American colonies. A whole course dedicated to the American colony? She wasn't going to work in Colonial History. She was geared more toward the reconstruction period and civil rights.